“It used to be that when I would wake in the morning I could with confidence say, “What am ‘I’ going to do?”
That was before the seed cracked open.
Now Hafiz is certain: There are two of us housed in this body, doing the shopping together in the market and tickling each other while fixing the evening’s food.
Now when I awake all the internal instruments play the same music: “God, what love-mischief can ‘We’ do for the world today?”
–Hafiz, The Gift
