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Rumi Quatrain, #1487 Foruzanfar
When he saw my dear gaunt and sallow face, With tears of blood flowing from brook-like eyes He smiled, and with a laugh said: my darling! O my tortured brat- O my dear nasty child! چون زرد و نزار دید … Continue reading
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Rumi Quatrain, #1292 Foruzanfar
Since I have known the melodies of love, I have torn the veil from the face of joy. I have played my lute with the bard of love And like daf and ney, both are played as one. تا پرده … Continue reading
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Rumi Quatrain, #379 Foruzanfar
No lover is he without feet quick like the soul, Who does not turn about the Moon like stars at night. Listen to me- my speech is not vile nonsense: No flag dances but by the longing of desire! عاشق … Continue reading
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Rumi Quatrain, #805 Foruzanfar
Without love, joy and mirth cannot increase, And life cannot blush with beauty and grace. A hundred clouds may rain upon the sea, But by pain alone is drop by pearl encased. Note: According to poetic tradition, pearls are formed … Continue reading
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About Nosh Anzar’s Recently Advertised, “The Beloved’s Day of Prayer”
Beloved Archives, aka Nosh Anzar, has recently advertised an occasion for Beloved Archives to pray to Meher Baba on behalf of prayer requests. This event is referred to as “The Beloved’s Day of Prayer”. A request to “please contribute to … Continue reading
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The only prayer of the heart is the Master’s name
The only prayer of the heart is the Master’s name: To beg this or that from him is a twisted game. To pay another to petition the Ancient One, Is to forego his embrace and presence shun. No relic compares … Continue reading
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Ghazal #93 from Ghazals For The Friend, by Bill Gannett
The fire of digestion is God’s gift to proud man; Without a good shit, man lives his life on the can. Prometheus stole the fire that bound him to rock; Daily, the eagle tears his liver and courage mocks. To … Continue reading
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Ghazal #94 from Ghazals For The Friend, by Bill Gannett
No man lives the anguish of living without love And survives. He leaps off a bridge without a shove. We cry and cry to feel a loving hand in ours; No man wants to die alone in his last hour. … Continue reading
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The eagle’s claw of fate
The eagle’s claw of fate Carries away all squawk And strut. Men meditate On how to make their mark.
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I am digging, digging today
In memory of Seamus Heaney I am digging, digging today To find the late poet at play In my heart: his spirit exclaims Dig, O dig ’till you find the way.
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