Some fill with each good rain,
Others are far too deep for that.
In one well
You have just a few precious cups of water,
That “love” is literally something of yourself,
It can grow as slow as a diamond
If it is lost.
Your love
Should never be offered to the mouth of a stranger,
Only to someone
Who has the valor and daring
To cut pieces of their soul off with a knife
Then weave them into a blanket to protect you.
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very touching !!!
Sometimes I think that is but a distant dream…
If love is followed love is what you will find. XXTT
That is sooo beautiful and so true :)
Que je fus bien audacieuse de croire qu’en étant submergé par l’agapé, je deviendrai plus sage…
Tant de démons m’assaillent aujourd’hui.
Colère, jalouie, d’où venez vous et pourquoi maintenant alors que vous étiez longtemps restez loin de moi.
Et comment quand je sens mon âme tourmenté puis-je l’offrir sans crainte qu’elle ne trahisse celui qui s’en réchauffera?
Thank you Paulo for your beautiful writing that never fails to resonate with me… It’s one of the very few things I look forward to when I go into fb newsfeeds. They have so much meaning, soul n insight n are packed with wisdom. God bless you for sharing your gift with the world. I am such a fan!
Just beautiful.
Your love
Should never be offered to the mouth of a stranger,
Only to someone
Who has the valor and daring
To cut pieces of their soul off with a knife
Then weave them into a blanket to protect you.LOVE
meravigliosa****
how often do we throw our pearls to the swine? sigh!
Wow…the Universe always provides us with the best advice when we seek for it…the right thing at the right moment for me.Great lines.Thank you for putting them up.
How funny..I just posted this on my blog not too long ago. :)
Thank you so mutch for you. love.
Love toe conect. With the soul.
Trully Love Feel the soft sweet Live.
X. My soul yours soul pieces of 1 heart.
Love forever.
Beautiful especially “To cut pieces of their soul off with a knife Then weave them into a blanket to protect you.”
Il nostro cuore e diviso in tante parti la cosa importante e che qualcuno riesca a ricongiungerle!!!!!!!!
Un halago asi como te protejo con pedazos de mi corazon ..es lo mas grande que puedes ofrecer a alguien si lo das y eres un ser afortunado si tienes quien lo ofrece…no tiene precio; no imagino como podria tener esa oportunidad. Cuida la luz.
Such powerful words :) and yes, completely true!
This is so beautiful, I think in all my lifetime I will never meet someone, who would love me enough to blanket me.
Beautiful lines!
Thank you.
sublime paradisiaco fuori da questo mondo pazzo e pieno di confusione
Hafez you mean Persian poet?
Beautiful!
This poem makes me feel powerful. The power deep within me to love without limits is filled by it’s beauty. Thank you! <3
Gracias a ti por permitirnos compartir un pedacito de tu vida y tu alma entera! Un abrazo!
Is HAfez the great Persian poet?
very splendid!
perfect ;)
i live in shiraz and i love hafez ;) if you want to know something about hafez you must travel to my country(IRAN) and see my city but at finally you should do just ONE WORK that is learning-Farsi bust he says if anyone want to read my poems and find out my poems must know and learn FARSI ;)
حافظ اسرار الهی را کس نمی داند،خموش
Receiving my divorce papers today, I needed something to help me through… this was a rainbow within my very gray day.
sin palabras!!!!!!!!! gracias
El corazón es un recipiente intangible donde guardamos lo bueno y lo malo de nuestras acciones. Si sólo lo llenamos de estas últimas…no habrá espacio para las buenas.
Muchas gracias de nuevo, estimado Paulo.
Un abrazo en tu Alma…y feliz Eternidad.
Who has the valor and daring !
So wise, there shall we all meet one day, we all become love …
Me encanta este tipo de literatura del mundo invisible al mundo visible
Hi there,
May I have the original poem?
Best Regards,
Azhideh
cada ves que leo algo de paulo siento que lo escribi yo o que lo escribio para mi,cada ves que publica un libro lo compro para que los que no lo puedan comprar lo puedan leer a traves de este medio,gracias por existir,gracias por ser, gracias por creer, SALUDOS
gave me goosebumps. Thank you. ♥
Vengeance is sin. But sometimes, the feeling surpasses being mortal, close to even being tangible. Visceral and worldly thoughts are sane, though constantly fought by all within. Simplicity is complex, now. And fortitude is mostly left for such times, not genuine, but self-made, counterfeit, synthetic times of pain and endurance and guilt and revenge.
More often than not, we make believe that what is presented before us, covered and coated in subtle, pain-stakingly flimsy lies is the truth. Sadly enough, we know the truth. Our very internal pits are aware of it. We see it and we turn away, sometimes even pretend to see right through it. Therefore, we’re more than ever willing to accept the phony, pretentious lies drenched in all things fake.
Who or what is genuine represents all the fight in the world. And if we’re thoughtful enough to sit down and go over each little detail with total and utter depth, we might even find in ourselves to believe it. Karma, Salvation, Tantra, Superstitions, are all forms of partial sardonic pleasure seeking founders, who represented one or the other sides of life through the non-existing or non-seeable side. It is all and only the truth, and nothing but the truth, like my father once opined discussing the utilization of one’s existence.
This putative form of ‘skill’ is nothing more than just a hollow showcase of one’s thoughts carved in indelible ink on the forehead, mostly one that you don’t aspire to incorporate. It stays with you, like your shadow. And the only way to get rid of it is to show yourself the shining light of truth. Throw away the falseness of treason, the facade of being, and the bitterness of lies, like they were never a part of your naive soul. And hence, you may find yourself enveloped in the iridescent halo of life experiencing the joy of nature, the ingenuous form of love.
And you will note, surprisingly, you were closer to truth than you’d have ever imagined.
beautiful…….
… For the soul needs the new rain to grow the cotton needed to weave blankets.
i love this man really…he is jenious…super:*:*
Wow Wonderful poem ! :)
I believe offering it to a stranger not only helps fill their well, but opens your own wider, making room for the new rain you have yet to realize is falling.
I have been reading 1 poem every night from Hafez. My favorite “WIthout Brushing My Hair”.
I hope to be able to love that way someday
Love it!
Sir, Thanks for the lovely poem.
Regards.
Paolo Embora existam diferentes poços dentro do coraçao a agua è sempre a mesma…te estimo…
WOW! superb lines…
simply beautiful…his words always leave me feeling that he was speaking directly to me
It is not possible he created, which was
Article at the top of The World
Accepted greetings
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