When I Laugh

When I laugh I have no chakras.
The sun is my heart.
When I cry the moon
comes down to touch my forehead
but finds no one to kiss.
Breathing the Beloved's scent
clears my horoscope
of every planet and sign.
The astrologer is bewildered.
All he sees there is
an empty page, full of light.
Don't give me any more
esoteric books.
Grace has made me too stupid.

Painting by Mahmoud Farshchian