Category Archives: my own poetry

We live here in the US in an exceptionally perilous time. In fact, the entire world can claim the same. This darkness is the spell of empire wrought by hate and greed. The US wants to rule the world. Americans … Continue reading →

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The New Humanity as described by Meher Baba is based on surrenderance to divine love; it is not based on the idea of racial purity, or any such ethno-nationalist project. The New Humanity is based on divine love which embraces … Continue reading →

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Meher Baba uses the word lahar as a synonym for the “Original Whim”, the original impulse from the “Beyond Beyond”, that initiates creation. This impulse is a whim because it is a lark, without cause or reason, that arises in … Continue reading →

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Nature is a woman who makes lots of trouble, always chasing after sparkle and bauble. She led us into exile with her divine whim; she shoved us out of the boat saying, “sink or swim”. Her willfulness is nothing but … Continue reading →

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Does science really exclusively pertain to fact, or is it also based on imagination? What determines a fact? Science will say that fact is that which can be replicated in a carefully controlled experiment; that this is the basis for … Continue reading →

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The more you love, the less you understand; intellect is the most feeble way to comprehend. Try pleasing the beloved with your sharp mind, and she will sweetly revile you as dull and blind. Love is a hurricane that blows … Continue reading →

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When all good has died, and begins to rot All who love truth and beauty begin to fret: How did this nation embrace such evil? What inspired such compact with the devil? Was it the murder of the First American? … Continue reading →

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Big Fist will appoint a new hatchet for carnage and strike down all who protest bloody outrage. People’s Park is now containerized with profit from the sale of Free Speech by all who despise it. The embrace of genocide is … Continue reading →

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Big Fist has come to rule our hearts and minds, And deflect our will to love, be brave and kind. Herod is back, never left, just changed his clothes; And all babies must die today before love grows. O the … Continue reading →

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All I love is described by the fleeting light of sunset; But the Sun rising in my heart is what I love best. The world dies, and is forgotten time and time again, But my love is always with me … Continue reading →

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