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O bolbol, you sing until dawn
O bolbol, you sing until dawn and will behold the sweet rose and die to song and be reborn: this birth, at dusk, your muse.
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Autobiographical notes…
I was born in Trieste, Italy. The hour I was born, according to my older brother Lewis, a US warship, the USS Renegade, shot off its cannons in my honor due to the fact that my father was the US … Continue reading
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Darvish Khan reviews “The Making of a Terrorist”, by Alfredo Wonk
The best selling “The Making of a Terrorist”, by Alfredo Wonk, at 900 pages, might kill you if it fell on your head. Which is why you should wear your favorite Superbowl helmet when reading it. Don’t lightly peruse this … Continue reading
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My chasmic mind…
I took a moment to look inside my chasmic mind, and I found this thought: why is it so extraordinarily difficult to fathom the fact that Nature always sets the limits? Never has man so willfully ignored common sense as … Continue reading
The utter exhaustion of the metaphor “jihad”…
The Prophet defined jihad as preeminently the struggle against the “nafs”- the ego; it is only secondarily (but importantly) a reference to the struggle of the early Muslim community to secure itself against militant opposition. Now, 1,400 years after the … Continue reading
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The White Horse Avatar
The White Horse Avatar comes, travels from afar to kick, neigh and prance for a day, for love’s hour.
Sun rises and Sun sets but heart always
Sun rises and Sun sets but heart always repeats the pure name of Meher with praise. All life and love clap and leap to behold the rosy dawn of Meher the world enfold. A silver moon sank and golden Sun … Continue reading
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The fall from grace that is a shooting star
The fall from grace that is a shooting star recalls the highest heaven from afar; O the Lord and Master has taken birth to bless man and creature and holy earth!
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Power-Grabs in the Meher Baba World
The Baba world is witnessing once again what has become a powerful theme in Avatar Meher Baba’s Advent. The first Chairman of the Avatar Meher Baba Perpetual Public Charitable Trust, Kutumb Shastri, proved to be an embezzler, and in league … Continue reading
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My father is lightning
My father is lightning and my mother sweet rain; her womb the dark, rich earth and my birth joyous pain!
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