Darvish Khan Writes

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 fishes of muddy lake, river, ocean and sea
Rise up, and gasp their desperate cry for purity:

“Francis taught the praise of our gifted Creator.
His heart was alive with Love, and is our Savior.”

“But you sleep like stone locked in self-embrace.
Wake up and sing to receive the Master’s grace!”

“Nature longs for the naked song of the pure lover,
Who has surrendered all shame and needs no cover.”

Darvish heard wolf, bird and fish sing such verse;
He sobs in grief that Adam labors on under a curse.

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The Perfect Master reveals the Maha Yoga of you go-
The perfect actor conceals himself during the show.

When the I, at last, starts to disappear from the Mind
The Ego whines in protest that it is going blind.

God save us from the bogus Guru, whose real talent
Is to magnify me and mine into the truly repugnant.

When stone eyes sunken in sockets transmute into dust,
The heart surrenders to diamond song of radiant trust.

Life’s desires burn like a match to briefly flame and die.
Our only hope is like a candle to long with love and cry.

When Darvish’s tears freeze as they drip down his face,
The fire of longing will come to an end without a trace.

The grace of the Perfect Master is the gift of surrender
Of all interminable melodrama to love pure and tender.

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The succession of bad ideas we call modern history
Is crowned by Consumerism in all it’s plastic glory.

The will to power of corporate and military greed
Has poisoned the people with cruel and false needs.

Big Fist occupies the throne with the beast by his side,
In whose solicitous snarling he eagerly confides:

“We are the greatest nation in the history of man-
All countries must pay tribute to our place in God’s Plan.”

Hubris, the ancients say, is the most deadly of sins,
And the only one the gods insist can’t be forgiven.

Rome must burn again and again to prove the truth,
That power and greed self-destruct without reproof.

Darvish gives thanks for fresh bread and a glass of wine.
The cruel marketing of thuggery he gratefully declines.

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Mary carries the Word within her womb to safety-
Soon the world will be delivered from captivity.

Giddi-up donkey, through the wind and rain and snow.
A wondrous Christ-child’s cry yearns to grace bestow!

The wandering Stars combine luminous astral virtues
To mirror the Ancient One’s holy radiant nature.

All the doors that close in Joseph and Mary’s face
Lead to the Manger for Nature’s open embrace.

The Magi come bearing gifts for the King of Kings,
Whose beauty is the glory that inspires men to sing.

Christ is the promise that releases prayer in the heart,
By which Darvish is free from the tyranny of thought.

Giddi-up donkey, through the wind and rain and snow:
The heavens weep in joy for Man and Earth below!

line in italics by Robert Rouse.

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