This one is an oil on canvas portrait of Osho commissioned to me by an organization dedicated to his life and teachings..
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MY FRIEND HAS FLED
My friend has fled! alas, my friend has fled,And left me nought but tears and pain behind!Like smoke above a flame caught by the wind,So rose she from my breast and forth she sped.Drunk with desire, I seized Love's cup divine,But she that held it poured the bitter wineOf Separation into it and fled.
The hunter she, and I the helpless prey;Wounded and sick, round me her toils she drew,My heart into a sea of sorrow threw,Bound up her camel loads and fled away.Fain had I laid an ambush for her soul,She saw and vanished, and the timid foal,Good Fortune, slipped the rein and would not stay.
My heart was all too narrow for my woe,And tears of blood my weeping eyes have shed,A crimson stream across the desert sped,Rising from out my sad heart's overflow.She knew not what Love's meanest slave can tell:"'Tis sweet to serve!" but threw me a Farewell,Kissing my threshold, turned, and cried "I go!"
In the clear dawn, before the east was red,Before the rose had torn her veil in two,A nightingale through Hafiz' garden flew,Stayed but to fill its song with tears, and fled.
The hunter she, and I the helpless prey;Wounded and sick, round me her toils she drew,My heart into a sea of sorrow threw,Bound up her camel loads and fled away.Fain had I laid an ambush for her soul,She saw and vanished, and the timid foal,Good Fortune, slipped the rein and would not stay.
My heart was all too narrow for my woe,And tears of blood my weeping eyes have shed,A crimson stream across the desert sped,Rising from out my sad heart's overflow.She knew not what Love's meanest slave can tell:"'Tis sweet to serve!" but threw me a Farewell,Kissing my threshold, turned, and cried "I go!"
In the clear dawn, before the east was red,Before the rose had torn her veil in two,A nightingale through Hafiz' garden flew,Stayed but to fill its song with tears, and fled.
HAFIZ IN LOVE
For years, to the red wine, my heart was boundThe Tavern became alive with my prayer and my sound.See the Old Magi's goodness, with us, the drunks, Saw whatever we did, in everyone beauty had found.Wash away all our knowledge with red wine,Firmaments, themselves, the knowing minds hound.Seek that from idols, O knowing heart,Said the one whose insights, his knowledge crowned.My heart, like a compass, goes round and round,I'm lost in that circle, with foot firmly on the ground.Minstrel did what he did from pain of Love,Lashes of wise-of-the-world in their bloody tears have drowned.With joy my heart bloomed, like that flower by the streamUnder the shade of that tall spruce, myself, I found.My colorful wise Master, in my dealings with the black robes,My meanness checked and bound, else my stories would astound.Hafiz's cloudy heart in this trade was not spent,This merchant saw and heard every hidden sight and sound.
About Me
- ccenteno
- stubborn, passionate, excitable, honest, and brave, wear purple and walk barefoot in public fountains. Listen to own drummer, easy going, relax, intense, artistic..symbolizes life and growth and is said to bring the five blessings: harmony, virtue, riches, fulfillment and longevity.
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