Imagination Does Not Exist
You should come close to me tonight wayfarer
For I will be celebrating you.
Your beauty still causes me madness,
Keeps the neighbours complaining
When I start shouting in the middle of the night
Because I can’t bear all this joy.I will be giving birth to suns.
I will be holding forests upside down
Gently shaking soft animals from trees and burrows
Into my lap.What you conceive as imagination
Does not exist for me.Whatever you can do in a dream
Or on your mind-canvas
My hands can pull – alive – from my coat pocket.But let’s not talk about my divine world.
For what I most want to know
Tonight is:All about
You.
Hafiz (1325-1389)