At any given point my life seems to have a thesis, some phrase or poem or image that sums up where I’m at right now. The focal point my life seems to spiral from: what I’m working on, what I’m struggling with, what I’m dreaming of.

Right now, as I’m rebuilding my life after a major derailment, while I’m revisiting my website and looking at how it’s put together, what it looks like, what’s the point of it all …really? This poem by Hafiz is my wish for these pages…

~Beautiful Empty Pages~

What kind of work
Can I do in this world?

Who would be kind enough
To hire an old holy Bum,

One with a great reputation
For loving the charms
Of the lawless
And the wild artists and the lewd?

Maybe I could become a poet.

Maybe the Beloved
Will make my love so Pure

That he will come to sit upon
All my Beautiful empty pages.
And when you look at them,

He might kick you
With his Beautiful Divine Foot.

(Daniel Ladinsky translation)