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Crystal words of fire
Crystal words of fire Fall from the sky; Mad poets exclaim: Love sighs from on high! Print Friendly
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Rain sings the blues
Rain sings the blues With tears of light. Cruel Sun declaims Dark fear and fright. Print Friendly
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Green grows the heart’s longing, vines on fire
Green grows the heart’s longing, vines on fire Breathing your name in love’s ascending gyre. Green grows the longing heart skyward, bright Tongues of flame praising the sweet Word of light. Your name, your bright name is our dawn laughter … Continue reading
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The brave wolf of Gubbio returns to growl at thieves
The brave wolf of Gubbio returns to growl at thieves, And with bared fangs snarls at those who deceive; Dove, crow and thrush assemble with hawk and owl In Tree of Shimmering Leaf- and preach to the dull; All the … Continue reading
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The poet’s job
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The Perfect Master reveals the Maha Yoga of you go-
The Perfect Master reveals the Maha Yoga of you go- Just like the perfect actor’s self vanishes in a show. When the I, at last, starts to disappear from the Mind The Ego whines in protest that it is going blind. … Continue reading
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The succession of bad ideas we call modern history
The succession of bad ideas we call modern history Is crowned by Consumerism in all its plastic glory. The will to power of corporate and military greed Has poisoned the people with cruel and false needs. Big Fist occupies the … Continue reading
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Last night, I was reminded of how strange life can be
Last night, I was reminded of how strange life can be- my dream described a land where the blind can see. The blind with no eyes at all for surveying this world, which is but a dull shadow of the … Continue reading
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I am the slave of the Perfect Master who is without birth
I am the slave of the Perfect Master who is without birth; I am devoted to the Friend of joyous and robust mirth. Only the saint remembers the dull pain of sleeping stone- the world snarls and gnashes over raw … Continue reading
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The swirling gyre of the past empties into the now
The swirling gyre of the past empties into the now: Each breath contains all of time in the eternal Tao. The dark clamor of unlived desire chokes my throat, And twists and subverts song of pure and golden note. I … Continue reading
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