A friend wrote the following poem. It is inspired by one of my favorite poets.
The Beckoning
after a poem by Hafiz
Every three-year old knows full well what it feels like to be alive
Not a life frozen solid into a role
Not a life twisted in knots by all the rules
Not a life that holds its breath waiting, waiting for the next shoe to drop
But the Life brimming with passion,energy and warmth
The Life that is constantly beckoning each and every one of us with this simple plea
Come dance with me. Come dance with me. Come dance.
-by Joe Zarantenello
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