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We long to rise from the dead by receiving your embrace;
We long to rise from the dead by receiving your embrace; why wait for trumpets to blare to be caressed by grace? This life of the living dead is a miraculous sham: for the dead to impersonate the living- what … Continue reading
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The crow caw, caw, caws in the muted early morning light
The crow caw, caw, caws in the muted early morning light; he is looking for his mate to hustle the day’s first bite. All waking desire alarms the air with a hungry cry; lust and love stalk and yearn for … Continue reading
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In the heart lies a blocked spring longing to flow:
In the heart lies a blocked spring longing to flow: Feeling can reveal what the mind will never know. Intellect dresses the truth in gaudy clothes, but beauty is veracious like an opening rose. Bliss is sweet water shaded from … Continue reading
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i live to find you beside me as i breathe each breath;
i live to find you beside me as i breathe each breath; i have no hope but to be with you now and past my death. but the crazy mind gets in the way with vapid nonsense, and half the … Continue reading
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the blessed day will come when we take up residence…
the blessed day will come when we take up residence in love street, having sold the poverty of our riches to make all ends meet. getting rid of the past is not so easy as one might think; one must … Continue reading
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Mother Kali is beautiful and ferocious beyond belief;
Mother Kali is beautiful and ferocious beyond belief; Approach her as a lover, and you will know soon enough! Kali is not a mother who preserves the status quo; She loves to destroy all that impedes her creative flow. Kali … Continue reading
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the eternal living ancient one is your best friend;
the eternal living ancient one is your best friend; he is the one on whom life after life you can depend. he is more loyal to you than your own faithful shadow, which vanishes into the night like a murder … Continue reading
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we swear by the hard earth that supports us,
we swear by the hard earth that supports us, and by the dust that crowns us at last; by the breath that infuses us with life, and inspires us with good and honest strife; by the fire that gives our … Continue reading
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The silence of our longing rings in our ears;
The silence of our longing rings in our ears; Why should the world listen to our loud fears? We have a love more precious than sweet water, but the friend’s taste is for the lonely and bitter! He does not … Continue reading
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This poet cries out with praise the love of Hafezian rendi;
This poet cries out with praise the love of Hafezian rendi: to seize the day with an unabashed joy like a malamati! We have no problem with wild and drunken, naked riot: our playful beloved is pure and chaste, sober … Continue reading
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