Working my way into our next teaching series.
This is from Hafiz, a Sufi poet from the 14th century.
The small man
Builds cages for everyone
He Knows.
While the sage,
Who has to duck his head
When the moon is low,
Keeps dropping keys all night long
For the
Beautiful
Rowdy
Prisoners.
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wait till you see our stage design. your poem fits unbelievably well.
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