One of Hafiz’s poems instructs
Find the flame, that existence, that person
That can burn beneath the water.
No other kind of flame
Will cook the food
I had read the poem before, and found it again in an old issue of a magazine for spiritual directors. The piece in which the poem appeared, by Lizz Budd Ellmann, offered the following questions for reflection. You might consider one or more of them today.
What is the flame that cooks the food you need?
Where is the flame that cooks the food needed for peace?
What is the food you need to truly sustain you?
What is your poem about the flame that burns beneath water, transforming the world?