I'm definitely in the walking wounded category now: not only do I have a shoulder injury that hampers me in many ways, but somehow everything is turning to ashes in my mouth, as I'm being drawn irresistibly into a grave of my own making. Hafiz has been so helpful in this, and shortly I will share some of his poetry, but the fact is no matter how beautifully and artistically we describe it, it is as brutal as Jesus saying to Peter, "one day they will bind your hands and take you where you do...