A Tethered
Falcon
My heart sits on the Arm of God
Like a tethered falcon
Suddenly unhooded
I am now blessedly crazed
Because my Master's Astounding
Effulgence
Is in constant view.
My piercing eyes,
Which have searched every
world
For Tenderness and Love,
Now lock on the Royal
Target--
The Wild Holy One
Whose Beauty Illuminates Existence.
My soul endures a magnificent
longing.
I am a tethered falcon
With great wings and sharp talons
poised,
Every sinew taut, like a Sacred
Bow,
Quivering at the edge of my
Self
And Eternal Freedom,
Though still held in check By a
miraculous
Divine Golden Cord.
Beloved, I am waiting for You to free
me
Into Your Mind
And Infinite Being.
I am pleading in an absolute helplessness
To hear, finally, your Words of
Grace:
Fly! Fly into Me!
~Hafiz
