Lousy At Math...

Lousy At Math



Once a group of thieves stole a rare diamond
larger than two goose eggs.


Its value could have easily bought three hundred thousand horses
and three thousand acres of the most
fertile land in
Shiraz.


The thieves got drunk that night to celebrate their great haul,
but during the course of the evening the effects of the liquor,
and their mistrust of each other grew
to such an extent


they decided to divide the stone into pieces.
Of course then the Priceless became lost.


Most eveyone is lousy at math and does that to God --
dissects the Indivisible One,


by thinking, by saying,
"This is my Beloved, he looks like this and acts like that,
how could that moron over there
really
be


God?"


Poem by: Hafiz
Found in: "Love Poems from God: Twelve Sacred Voices from the East and West" by, Daniel Ladinsky