Category Archives: my own poetry

The fall from grace that is a shooting star

The fall from grace that is a shooting star recalls the highest heaven from afar; O the Lord and Master has taken birth to bless man and creature and holy earth! Print Friendly

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My father is lightning

My father is lightning and my mother sweet rain; her womb the dark, rich earth and my birth joyous pain! Print Friendly

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Let us go then, you and I, and surrender our fear

Let us go then, you and I, and surrender our fear at the feet of the one whose courage has no peer. Let us go and resolve that the coin of our doubt has left us bamboozled, swindled and corrupt. … Continue reading

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Darvish Talks to Nosh Anzar, Part 3

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O Shiva, how we long for your ecstatic dance

O Shiva, how we long for your ecstatic dance; how we long for the end of our mayavic trance! All the world rotting and little but a high stench; when will the Master his fragrant grace relinquish? All the ice … Continue reading

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How to put to sleep the insomniac ego?

How to put to sleep the insomniac ego? My friend, my advice is to cajole the fellow with sweet nothings, and promise eternity and lead him on to the beautiful gallows. Print Friendly

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The true faith that is sight of the Master

The true faith that is sight of the Master is found in the light of his eyes’ luster; what hope for eyes sunken in stone sockets, but they grind to dust by grace and laughter? Print Friendly

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The thirty raucous birds

The thirty raucous birds in search of wise Simorgh, wandered mountain and valley to sing with single tongue. Print Friendly

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How the dawn’s light releases the sweet rose

How the dawn’s light releases the sweet rose; O how my heart recalls what love she bestows. But now, O now I am adrift on pounding wave; what I once held in my arms has become a rave. The girl, … Continue reading

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Green grow the rushes O

Green grow the rushes O, how the rose blushes O; but love conceals her face, and her bright red lips O! Print Friendly

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