Sweet Moon Language In Her Eyes

"We should all do what, in the long run, gives us joy, even if it is only picking grapes or sorting the laundry."
- E.B. White

I spent today in an absolute frenzy of cleaning and organizing and project-ing. I have become a bit of a busy-body when I am at home these days. I haven't thought about it too much, but I think it's safe to say that my subconcious unanimously agrees that it is because I spend most of my day doing things that certainly do not bring me joy. So when I get home I go into a frenzy of doing things that I like to do: painting stuff, dreaming up projects, calling my sister, doing laundry and other HOME things, and reading.

I like my weekends and weeknights, and I love my friends at work, but hating my 9 to 5 tasks really blows, and is slowly chipping away at my sense of well-being. I think I need to find a better way to spend my weekdays.

Anyways, when I sat down at 2:45 to eat some soup and biscuits for lunch on this ridiculous day (it's April 19th and is snowing like crazy. Last weekend I was reading a book on the back porch with a t-shirt on) I picked up a book of poetry by Hafiz that my roommate had left open on the kitchen table. The poem it was open to was fantastic. Hafiz has a way of writing with a mystical touch and yet also making you feel like he is giving some directed, wise, brilliant advice and insight to you after you spent the afternoon together working in your garden and talking about life.

As I decided that this poem was worthy of being blogged about and shared I realized that Bri had probably already blogged it since she was blogging while she was at the kitchen table last night. So I checked her blog and there it was, but I figured she wouldn't mind.

With That Moon Language

Admit something:
Everyone you see, you say to them, "Love me."
Of course you do not do this out loud,
otherwise someone would call the cops.

Still, though,
think about this,
this great pull in us to connect.

Why not become the one who lives with a full moon in each eye
that is always saying,
with that sweet moon language,
what every other eye in this world
is dying to hear?

- Hafiz

Having sweet moon language in your eyes would be such a lovely way to feel.