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The Prophet smiles at all the warring tribes

The Prophet smiles at all the warring tribes, even though ridiculed by their many jibes. Christ laughs at the crown of thorns on his head: because of Mercy, he has only grace to shed. Majnun cried and cried for his … Continue reading

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“The Fader” reports on Sufism Reoriented’s marble clad petrol domes

Here is the link to a new article on the cheesy spiritual organization called “Sufism Reoriented”. The marble clad petrol domes are back in the news. The fossil fuel halo of this occult and papal organization wants to impress us all with … Continue reading

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Silence Day Ghazal

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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I raise my glass to the only divine lover

I raise my glass to the only divine lover; I drink to the dregs all the wine he offers. There is no taste I prefer to his presence; my eyes have no light save his effulgence. I have no motion … Continue reading

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Green grows the heart’s longing, vines on fire

Green grows the heart’s longing, vines on fire Breathing your name in love’s ascending gyre. Green grows the longing heart skyward, bright Tongues of flame praising the sweet Word of light. Your name, your bright name is our dawn laughter … Continue reading

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Love spills like blood on the floor

Love spills like blood on the floor as the vigilant snore and snore; the nightmare goes on and on until we scream, “no more, no more.” Print Friendly

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We have opened the door to our heart and let you in

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The American Book Of The Dead

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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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Ghazal #88, from Ghazals For The Friend

Lord and master, help us to shovel all our debt into a hole our creditors completely forget. We wish to be entirely free of all relation to all who so annoy us with such a fixation! The world deserves a … Continue reading

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