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Announcement of deletion of old post, “Trust Malfeasance…”
I am deleting from my website in 7 days the post “Trust Malfeasance…“, dated 4/02/2012, as I no longer have confidence in some of the assertions I made therein. I got caught up in the rumor mill, and I now … 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 the wine he may offer. 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.”
Posted in my own poetry, quatrains
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Top Five Ironic Proofs That Meher Baba Is the God-Man
1.”God Speaks”, the most significant modern cosmological and metaphysical treatise of our time, was published in 1955, but remains virtually unknown to both cognoscenti and layman alike. Only the God-Man could so effectively suppress what is the new “Bible” for … Continue reading
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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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My Favorite Cafe in Berkeley, Ca.
This is one of my favorite cafés, the Mudraker’s Cafe, on fabled Telegraph Avenue in Berkeley, Ca. Cognoscenti from all over the world meet here and discuss their work: Assange, Snowden, Darvish Khan and many more. Beautiful yoga women, mentored … Continue reading
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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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