Where Do You Think You Will Be?

I am sitting on a mountain.

I am casting shadows into the sky.

I did not invite it but the sun has come

And is now playing tag with my feet.

I am whispering to clouds today,

“Watch out for my shoulders,”

For I wish no harm

To all my soft friends.

Where do you think you will Be

When God reveals Himself

Inside of you?

I was so glad to hear

That every pillow in this world

Will become stuffed with

My soul and beard.

I am sitting on a mountain range.

I am a precious body of living water

Offered to the earth

From Light’s own hands.

Why ever talk of miracles

When you are destined to become

Infinite love.

Still, the Final Grace was left:

For all of existence and Hafiz to blend

And to find that I am every pillow

Offering comfort

To each mind and

Foot.