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Darvish Talks To Nosh Anzar, Part 2

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Rumi quatrain, #614 Foruzanfar

Often has heart run after her, to no avail; All desire, fresh and old, gambled- to no avail. Desperate, caged in chest’s corner, with cunning Plays all its arts and wiles, but to no avail. دل از پی دلدار بسی تاخت … Continue reading

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ghazal #203 Divan-e-Hafez, Khanlari (revised)

Remember- that when my house was on your street, It was the dust at your door that made my eyes bright! True like the lily and rose- the result of pure company, My tongue disclosed all that was in your … Continue reading

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Darvish Talks To Nosh Anzar, Part 1

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Nosh Anzar Raids English Baba Group of Artifacts and Relics

Nosh Anzar gleefully reported today through an email newsletter that Pete Townsend has gifted Beloved Archives, based in New Jersey, with artifacts and relics of Meher Baba which had been given to Pete as host of an English Baba Center, … Continue reading

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Ghazal #1855 from the divan-e-shams-e-tabrizi

چه دانستم که این سودا مرا زین سان کند مجنون دلم را دوزخی سازد دو چشمم را کند جیحون How could I know that this longing would drive me so crazy; That it would make my heart a prison, and … Continue reading

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Ghazal #102 from Ghazals For The Friend, by Bill Gannett

This land will heal because of the Master’s and Mehera’s blood Blessing our earth. From splattered grace springs a sacred flood. The violent shadow of America blossomed as a bloodied rose, And was offered as a tribute to genocide and … Continue reading

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All the love, all the hate that bids me sleep

All the love, all the hate that bids me sleep, Wakes me to an angry laugh so complete Eyes become bright with victorious song! But sorrow of grace bids me weep and weep.

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Rumi Quatrain, #1800 Foruzanfar

O soggy log, you will never dry out Until fire blazes forth from your heart! Rip off body’s cloak for the bosom friend, And learn love from the Master of love’s art. ای هیزم تر خشک نگردی روزی تا در … Continue reading

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Ghazal #96 from Ghazals For The Friend, by Bill Gannett

I run from the rotting stench of my precious thought, But cannot find the pure, sweet breeze of I am not! The sweet grace of Lord and Master will set me free, When I submit myself to grace and cease … Continue reading

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