Just wrapped up two productive meetings. These were great in terms of engagement and opening up people and really understanding where they are and what they need as well as enjoying the process. When I sat down at a cafe to catch up on email I felt panic and foreboding, emotions that it seemed came out of no where. As a break I turned to Hafiz. And this poem stole my heart:
A Hard DecreeLast Night
God Posted
on the Tavern wall
A hard decree for all of love's inmates
Which read:
If your heart cannot find a joyful work
The jaws of this world
Will probably
Grab hold of your
Sweet Ass.
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