Category Archives: quatrains

I walk up the hill To hear the loud still Voice of my master: In your heart I dwell. Print Friendly

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I told the rabid mind to please shut up; Back it snarled, why don’t you shut the fuck up? Please, I said, just go to sleep for all time. Fat chance, it sneered: we would never wake up! Print Friendly

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Laughing and partying to the end, celebrating the wild girlfriend memory ablaze with pure fire; so sings the drunk and sober rend. Print Friendly

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O bolbol, you sing until dawn and will behold the sweet rose and die to song and be reborn: this birth, at dusk, your muse. Print Friendly

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The White Horse Avatar comes, travels from afar to kick, neigh and prance for a day, for love’s hour. Print Friendly

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

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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 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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