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All the world longs for the Friend to appear

Posted on April 4, 2015 by bill gannett

All the world longs for the Friend to appear, all the world sighs to hold him close and dear. All the lambent light playing on his pale face the world longs to touch and kiss as pure grace. All the … Continue reading →

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Night cries

Posted on March 22, 2015 by bill gannett

Night cries stars of tears a milky way of anguish blubbering super novas and dark repression of immense and oppressive gravity. Dawn laughs it all away.     Print Friendly

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Meher means the Sun who is the eternal Friend

Posted on March 20, 2015 by bill gannett

Meher means the Sun who is the eternal Friend: he is pure radiance whom mercy and grace attend. The recurring advent of the glorious Avatar dawns again and again as beauty’s rising star. Now is the spilling Rose fragrant in … Continue reading →

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All my days a hunger

Posted on February 27, 2015 by bill gannett

All my days a hunger, a longing for laughter; I cry for the lost friend, for the winsome Meher. Print Friendly

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Our way is full of cry and petition for yet more wine

Posted on February 5, 2015 by bill gannett

Our way is full of cry and petition for yet more wine- how else can the rend of love street achieve his ruin? We have no greater trust than in the master’s glance; we did not stumble this way on … Continue reading →

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Ghazal #37 from Ghazals For The Friend

Posted on January 18, 2015 by bill gannett

The storm of desire leaves me a piteous wreck: spirit becomes twisted and broken from neglect. Snarling dogs of discontent prowl around the door; unless love gives us courage, we hunt after spoor. We can’t see you in the darkness … Continue reading →

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Celtic fire in my head

Posted on January 4, 2015 by bill gannett

Celtic fire in my head burns and longs to be bled of all wan pretension: love rises from the dead. Print Friendly

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The narrow path to heart

Posted on December 26, 2014 by bill gannett

The narrow path to heart often pulls us apart to find more nimble feet; anguish is graceful art.   Print Friendly

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Mary carries the Word within her womb to safety

Posted on December 25, 2014 by bill gannett

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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Fall rain on the shame

Posted on December 15, 2014 by bill gannett

Fall rain on the shame of the politician; wash away the blame of our corruption. Fall rain on the shame of mighty Big Fist; wash away the blame that lies in our breast. Fall rain on the shame of We … Continue reading →

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