8 Jan
“Tired of Speaking Sweetly
Love wants to reach out and manhandle us,
Break all our teacup talk of God.
If you had the courage and
Could give the Beloved His choice, some nights,
He would just drag you around the room
By your hair,
Ripping from your grip all those toys in the world
That bring you no joy.
Love sometimes gets tired of speaking sweetly
And wants to rip to shreds
All your erroneous notions of truth
That make you fight within yourself, dear one,
And with others,
Causing the world to weep
On too many fine days.
God wants to manhandle us,
Lock us inside of a tiny room with Himself
And practice His dropkick.
The Beloved sometimes wants
To do us a great favor:
Hold us upside down
And shake all the nonsense out.
But when we hear
He is in such a “playful drunken mood”
Most everyone I know
Quickly packs their bags and hightails it
Out of town.”
From: ‘The Gift
Translated by Daniel Ladinsky

15 Responses to “dropkickmebaby”

  1. blueangelwolf January 8, 2014 at 1:41 pm #


  2. bwcarey January 8, 2014 at 1:54 pm #

    100% true, love is too rare an event in so many lives, great post

    • marga t. January 8, 2014 at 2:30 pm #

      Hafiz helps me see the love in the dropkick, a rare thing to see, yet so profound and efficient, I’m asking for it – yikes and yes!

      • bwcarey January 8, 2014 at 6:20 pm #


  3. Andrea January 8, 2014 at 2:26 pm #

    Ok, so did you write this one for me? I’m taking it as a late night dedication on the love song radio station. 🙂 You have given me a fresh perspective, and I am ironically feeling very blessed that God loves me so much he has chosen to focus many dropkicks on my being. There is a children’s song that my kids loved when they were little that comes to mind. It’s by The Wiggles called “Shake your Sillies Out.” Yes, that is what is happening. Shake and drop kick and dance the night away. Love this! A

    • marga t. January 8, 2014 at 2:32 pm #

      This “love” song by Hafiz and The Wiggles goes out to Andrea! 🙂

  4. ~meredith January 8, 2014 at 2:39 pm #

    Maybe because it’s so confusing to understand the difference between God and Daddy… and context… that it makes sense everyone wants to leave the room. Wow… here’s the moment for soaring above the smallness of our little lives to gain broader insight.

    • marga t. January 8, 2014 at 2:55 pm #

      What an angle to look from ~merdith ~ I think every time I get confused, I am bogged down in the little life and when I remember to widen the angle of the lens I can get unstuck – quickly, soaring above, as you say. Thank you for that lens adjustment 🙂

  5. britlight January 8, 2014 at 3:22 pm #

    And I would allow myself to be wrung around like a rag doll with a blank stare because the aftermath would hold so much more than what I hold in my hands.

    • marga t. January 8, 2014 at 5:30 pm #

      I shake my head in amazement that a few short years ago, no one I knew would have understood why I would love a poem like this so much and were probably notifying the authorities that I wanted to be drug about by my hair 🙂 Now, through this little computer, I have found kindred so very close to my heart – So Grateful for the sharing, dropkick sister 🙂

  6. britlight January 8, 2014 at 3:23 pm #

    Reblogged this on Spiritual Biscuits and commented:
    marga t. is one of my favorite writers here, and I particularly feel connected to this post today.

  7. tocksin January 9, 2014 at 1:24 pm #

    That some good stuff this poem it shares of your way of putting down words

    • marga t. January 9, 2014 at 5:31 pm #

      Seems you are saying the words I put together are influenced by Hafiz, which is probably accurate. Rumi-speak? haha! Your last post is such a culmination of your ability to not use words but to use the tool of language to allow me/us to crawl inside your flesh and hang from the wall with you there – you shock treatment me into remembering why I choose to experience life.

  8. andelieya 安德洌雅 (official) January 15, 2014 at 12:35 am #

    Love it!

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