“I am a man who knows the ten thousand positions of Divine love.
I can tell by the light in your eyes that you are still most familiar with the few earthly ones, but would not a good father instruct all his heirs toward that path that will someday deeply satisfy?
This world is a treacherous place and will surely slay and drown the lazy.
The only life raft here is love and the Name.
Say it brother, O, say the divine Name, dear sister, silently as you walk.
Don’t die again with that holy ruby mine inside still unclaimed when you could be swinging a golden pick with each step.”
–Hafiz, The Gift
