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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- 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 … 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 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 … 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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Scrambled Thoughts a la Tabasco
My scrambled thoughts Are like breakfast eggs With all their golden light Congealed, diffused. Tabasco helps. Print Friendly
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I, the lost one, find my way to the ocean’s shore,
I, the lost one, find my way to the ocean’s shore, Where none can hear my grief above the surf’s roar. I would drown at once the sound of my own thought- I would die now and forever to all … Continue reading
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Mary carries the Word within her womb to safety
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 … Continue reading
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The wind of the Word arrives
The wind of the Word arrives In silence, and wakes the rose. Petals tremble, blush and laugh With joy, and sweet love disclose. Print Friendly
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