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The succession of bad ideas we call modern history
The succession of bad ideas we call modern history Is crowned by Consumerism in all its plastic glory. The will to power of corporate and military greed Has poisoned the people with cruel and false needs. Big Fist occupies the … Continue reading
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Last night, I was reminded of how strange life can be
Last night, I was reminded of how strange life can be- my dream described a land where the blind can see. The blind with no eyes at all for surveying this world, which is but a dull shadow of the … Continue reading
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I am the slave of the Perfect Master who is without birth
I am the slave of the Perfect Master who is without birth; I am devoted to the Friend of joyous and robust mirth. Only the saint remembers the dull pain of sleeping stone- the world snarls and gnashes over raw … Continue reading
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The swirling gyre of the past empties into the now
The swirling gyre of the past empties into the now: Each breath contains all of time in the eternal Tao. The dark clamor of unlived desire chokes my throat, And twists and subverts song of pure and golden note. I … Continue reading
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I, the lost one, find my way to the ocean’s shore,
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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Mary carries the Word within her womb to safety
Mary carries the Word within her womb to safety- soon the world will be delivered from captivity. Giddi-up donkey, through the wind and rain and snow. A wondrous Christ-child’s cry yearns to grace bestow! The wandering Stars combine luminous astral virtues … Continue reading
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I long to lose all my senses in your thick curly hair
I long to lose all my senses in your thick curly hair; what bliss to be lost in scented curls so rich and rare! I long to lose my breath in lips of eternal promise- no death can rival the … Continue reading
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Authorities are freaking out over tents. Boy Scouts
“Authorities are freaking out over tents. Boy Scouts Do as they are told, but these lazy people are louts! Why are they camping in city parks? Please, why Abandon secure and comfortable beds to die? In the Big City, we … Continue reading
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The dawn breeze kicks up the dust in lover’s lane
[soundcloud url=”http://api.soundcloud.com/tracks/28893673″] The dawn breeze kicks up the dust in lover’s lane; My gritty speech praises the Rend‘s lonely pain. I reach for the bottle rolling across the floor- My arm can stretch so far, and then no more. Where … Continue reading
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Open the door, and let us in to embrace
[soundcloud url=”http://api.soundcloud.com/tracks/28925119″] Open the door, and let us in to embrace Your reluctance to bestow your grace. We have been banging with our tender fist, And wonder why you our ardor still resist! The Beloved, we have heard, is never … Continue reading
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