Dropping keys

In yoga today Courtney shared this poem during shivasna.

the small man
builds cages for everyone
he knows.

While the sage,
who has to duck her head
when the moon is low,
keeps dropping keys all night long
for the beautiful rowdy prisoners.

– Hafiz

I really love this poem. To me it is about lifting up your fellow human to be the best they can be if they choose that. I see a beautiful fairy tale like image of a woman in moonlight dropping keys like precious seeds.


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