Category Archives: english language ghazals

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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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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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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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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The mast is full without meat and drinks tea all day long; His precocious speech is precious and sublime song. The man of God is drunk without drink, and is attracted To brothels where he can be without being distracted. … Continue reading →

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This life of consumerism is a contract inspired by Faust: We sold our soul for desire, but now the mind is accursed! With pleasure comes pain as surely as cats’ play with mice; Our pursuit of desire has rebounded as … Continue reading →

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This land will heal because of the Master’s and Mehera’s blood Blessing our earth. From splattered grace springs a sacred flood. The violent shadow of America blossomed as a bloodied rose, And was offered as a tribute to genocide and … Continue reading →

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I run from the rotting stench of my precious thought, But cannot find the pure, sweet breeze of I am not! The sweet grace of Lord and Master will set me free, When I submit myself to grace and cease … Continue reading →

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We call out your name as we lift the glass of desire; Ages have past, but the heart does not burst into fire! Speech cannot find the words to offer an excuse- The mind is too busy with the business … Continue reading →

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