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Monthly Archives: January 2011
The eternal beloved lives in our hearts…
The eternal beloved lives in our hearts and minds; his body lies entombed in his samadhi shrine. We go there to prostrate before what lies within: we find his presence when we surrender all sin. When the beast that snarls … Continue reading
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ghazal #332 divan-e-hafez, khanlari
although i turn like a vat of wine from love’s fire, a seal is on my lips, and i drink blood in silence! it is the soul’s intention to desire the beloved’s lips; look at me, who in this work … Continue reading
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Hanuman, the courageous mind…
Hanuman, the courageous mind, says Ram, Ram, Ram: all of his fantastic wit and strength is from love’s charm! The monkey god makes us all look like stupid fools, even if we have advanced degrees from the best schools. He … Continue reading
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The pretender plays not to love…
The pretender plays not to love pure and natural, but blunders his part with repetitive babble. To require an audience is the most basic mistake: the insecure demand a show to conceal what is fake. Cogent rapport is well timed … Continue reading
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the story of our nation is based on exceptional tragedy;
[cincopa AUHAAb6RxbCt]the story of our nation is based on exceptional tragedy; our blood soaked bravery proudly waves the flag of cupidity. columbus came looking for gold, but returned with feathered slaves; historic conceit, moreover, crowned him an exemplary knave. in … Continue reading
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since the beginning, god’s own whim…
since the beginning, god’s own whim has always inspired us: “who am i” has nurtured our voice from stone to singing dust. our thirst has grown gradually to become our best friend; it is on the glass of desire that … Continue reading
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ghazal #129 divan-e-hafez, khanlari
The Sufi set a trap and began playing his tricks- he set a footing of deceit for the sky’s sleight of hand. But the play of the juggler broke the egg on his hat: he tried his tricks on those … Continue reading
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ghazal #89 divan-e-hafez, khanlari
What grace it was that suddenly the sweat from your pen Should ascribe the rights of our service to your generosity. With the nib of your pen, you have inscribed our blessings; May the revolving sky never lack your signature! … Continue reading
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In India Santa laughs and loudly farts- Jai Ho!
In India Santa laughs and loudly farts- Jai Ho! It’s time to harness the bullocks to the cart- Jai Ho! The snow is falling but melting super fast- Jai Ho! By arti it will be mud all soft and nasty- … Continue reading
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The vigor of youth allures many to an early death;
The vigor of youth allures many to an early death; much better to surrender all illusion with each breath. Iskandar’s teacher was from the brilliant academy; but desire goaded him on to ludicrous victory. Such dominion over foreign lands is … Continue reading
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