Keep
Ringing the bell,
Playing the tamboura, calling for Him.

For you
Have touched something holy inside
With your spirit-body
And now your eyes look broken
Without His sacred presence near.

The heart is like that: blessed and ruined
Once it is known
Divine beauty.

Then,
It becomes a restless sky hunter.

The lover keeps circling in their being
Their sweetest moments
With God

Needing to kiss
His face
Again.

~ Hafiz

......I am a sky hunter!