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The only prayer of the heart is the Master’s name
The only prayer of the heart is the Master’s name: To beg this or that from him is a twisted game. To pay another to petition the Ancient One, Is to forego his embrace and presence shun. No relic compares … Continue reading
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Ghazal #93 from Ghazals For The Friend, by Bill Gannett
The fire of digestion is God’s gift to proud man; Without a good shit, man lives his life on the can. Prometheus stole the fire that bound him to rock; Daily, the eagle tears his liver and courage mocks. To … Continue reading
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Ghazal #94 from Ghazals For The Friend, by Bill Gannett
No man lives the anguish of living without love And survives. He leaps off a bridge without a shove. We cry and cry to feel a loving hand in ours; No man wants to die alone in his last hour. … Continue reading
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The eagle’s claw of fate
The eagle’s claw of fate Carries away all squawk And strut. Men meditate On how to make their mark.
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I am digging, digging today
In memory of Seamus Heaney I am digging, digging today To find the late poet at play In my heart: his spirit exclaims Dig, O dig ’till you find the way.
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Surpanakha lusted after Ram’s great virility
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Protected: Darvish threatened by idiot Persian member of Jai Ho Club
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Rumi quatrain, #895 Foruzanfar
O heart, pass by love, beloved and companion; In your eye, girdle them like the Zoroastrian. Melt in the crucible of Nothing, without fear- For this poverty is free from stranger and friend. note: second line= regard all that you love … Continue reading
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The two seas meet where the fish flew
The two seas meet where the fish flew From Moses’ pocket to freedom; Khezr appears to the lost Jew And leads him on to his Kingdom.
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Ghazal #35 from Ghazals For The Friend, by Bill Gannett
I raise my glass to the only divine lover; I drink to the dregs all the wine he offers. There is no taste I prefer to his presence; my eyes have no light save his effulgence. I have no motion … Continue reading
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