Poem by Hafiz
From my wonderful yoga teacher Louise Bloom
When
the violin
Can forget the past
It starts to sing
When the violin can stop worrying
About the future
You will become such a drunk laughing nuisance
Then God
Will lean down
And start combing you
Into His
Hair
When the violin can forget
Every wound caused by others
Then the heart starts Singing
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