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All my days a hunger

Posted on February 27, 2015 by bill gannett

All my days a hunger, a longing for laughter; I cry for the lost friend, for the winsome Meher.

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Our way is full of cry and petition for yet more wine

Posted on February 5, 2015 by bill gannett

Our way is full of cry and petition for yet more wine- how else can the rend of love street achieve his ruin? We have no greater trust than in the master’s glance; we did not stumble this way on … Continue reading →

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Dysfunction vs. Control Central: MBCNC vs. Sufism Reoriented of Walnut Creek

Posted on February 2, 2015 by bill gannett

There have been recent Facebook posts and emails that bemoan the organizational acumen of MBCNC- Meher Baba Center of Northern Ca., and which implicitly praise the carefully regulated life and membership of Sufism Reoriented of Walnut Creek, which is right … Continue reading →

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New Sufi Sanctuary Looks Like Marble Clad Petrol Tanks

Posted on January 18, 2015 by bill gannett

The new Sufism Reoriented Sanctuary in Walnut Creek bears a curious resemblance to marble clad petrol tanks. This 60 million dollar complex of largely buried sacred space- 66,666 square feet, is about the size of one of the largest residential … Continue reading →

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Ghazal #37 from Ghazals For The Friend

Posted on January 18, 2015 by bill gannett

The storm of desire leaves me a piteous wreck: spirit becomes twisted and broken from neglect. Snarling dogs of discontent prowl around the door; unless love gives us courage, we hunt after spoor. We can’t see you in the darkness … Continue reading →

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Celtic fire in my head

Posted on January 4, 2015 by bill gannett

Celtic fire in my head burns and longs to be bled of all wan pretension: love rises from the dead.

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The narrow path to heart

Posted on December 26, 2014 by bill gannett

The narrow path to heart often pulls us apart to find more nimble feet; anguish is graceful art.  

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Mary carries the Word within her womb to safety

Posted on December 25, 2014 by bill gannett

Mary carries the Word within her womb to safety- soon the world will be delivered from captivity. Giddi-up donkey, through the wind and rain and snow. A wondrous Christ-child’s cry yearns to grace bestow! The wandering Stars combine luminous astral virtues … Continue reading →

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Fall rain on the shame

Posted on December 15, 2014 by bill gannett

Fall rain on the shame of the politician; wash away the blame of our corruption. Fall rain on the shame of mighty Big Fist; wash away the blame that lies in our breast. Fall rain on the shame of We … Continue reading →

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Don’t think for a moment that God does not hear your prayer

Posted on December 13, 2014 by bill gannett

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