A Sufi Poem

by Ghani Kunto

The small man
Builds cages for everyone
He Knows.
While the sage,
Who has to duck his head
When the moon is low,
Keeps dropping keys all night long
For the

The above is a poem by Hafiz, a Sufi poet from the 14th century. Chris Guillebeau once mentioned the poem in his newsletter, ending it with two questions: What keys do you hold that could set a prisoner free? Why not start dropping those everywhere you go?

I thought I’ll spend some time today to ponder the answer to the first question. Perhaps you can help me?

And I’d love to hear what kinds of keys you’ve dropped along the way

Previously posted on Ghani’s Facebook notes, Tuesday, February 9, 2010