Escape into beauty…

Main image: Pinterest – Hafiz Quotes. Collection by Afroze Ahmed.

During the recent unrest in South Africa more than 1.5 million of ammunition was looted from a container depot which was breached by looters. The ammunition is still missing.

Police stations have been on high alert as possible targets. Yesterday a police station in Northern Cape was attacked and “the men took three R5 rifles with two magazines and 37 rounds of ammunition, 12 bore pump action guns with 103 rounds of ammunition [and] eight 9mm pistols with five magazines and 98 rounds of ammunition.The men took three R5 rifles with two magazines and 37 rounds of ammunition, 12 bore pump action guns with 103 rounds of ammunition [and] eight 9mm pistols with five magazines and 98 rounds of ammunition.”

https://www.news24.com/news24/southafrica/news/northern-cape-police-station-robbed-of-firearms-and-ammunition-20210801

We still don’t know who was responsible for orchestrating the looting and violence, and the more sinister strategy of trying to topple the government.

The video below from Al Jazeera gives a clear picture about the situation in South Africa.

Now to escape into beauty.

This morning I came across a poem by the 14th century Persian (Iranian) poet Hafez.

“I sometimes forget that

I was created for joy

My mind is too busy

My heart is too heavy

Heavy for me to remember

that I have been

called to dance

the sacred dance for life

I was created to smile

to love

to be lifted up

and lift others up

O sacred one

Untangle my feet

from all that ensnares

Free my soul

That we might

Dance

and that our dancing

might be contagious.”

And another one:

This Sky

“This sky where we live,

is no place to lose your wings.

So love, love.

Love.”

And another one which I like.

It Felt Love

“How did the rose

Ever open its heart

And give to this world

All its beauty?

It felt the encouragement of light

Against its being.

Otherwise

We all remain

Too frightened.”

And from Laura’s book, Whispers of the Beloved. Rumi.

“When I die,

lay my corpse to rest,

but do not be at all surprised

if His kiss on my tattered lips

brings me back to life.”

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