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Yoga Content: Poem by Hafiz

This is a poem from Hafiz (14th Century Persian), hat tip David Williams

You Say I Say 

You say
“How can I find God?”I say,

“The Friend is lining your pocket…

the curved pink wall in your belly…

Sober up,

Steady you aim,
Reach in,
Turn the Universe and
The Beautiful Rascal
Inside out.”You say,

“That sounds perposterous….
I really don’t believe God is in there.”I say,
“Well then,
Why not try the Himilayas….

You could get naked
And pretend to be an exalted yogi
And eat bark and snow for forty years.”

And you might think,

“Hey, Old Man,
Why don’t you … go shovel
Snowflakes!”

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