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The Ancient One has come again with his long curly hair
The Ancient One has come again with his long curly hair, With nothing but his message of divine love to declare. Baba’s John was the aged fakir with bright rosy cheek; She gave him the kiss that … 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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How the dawn’s light releases the sweet rose
How the dawn’s light releases the sweet rose; O how my heart recalls what love she bestows. But now, O now I am adrift on pounding wave; what I once held in my arms has become a rave. The girl, … Continue reading
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Ishi was the last of his people in a world gone mad
Ishi was the last of his people in a world gone mad; the gold rush of forty nine had sealed their fate plenty bad. He was the last, the only one, stumbling in abject grief; tribal genocide, in his person, … Continue reading
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Open the door, and let us in to embrace
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 so cruel, … Continue reading
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Make it new. Sing a song that revives the dead
Make it new. Sing a song that revives the dead, That creates gold from dull, black lifeless lead. Sing a song that breathes life into a cadaver, That rouses the spirit from corporate blather. Rise up, and sing. Sing a … Continue reading
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We call out your name as we lift the glass of desire
We call out your name as we lift the glass of desire; Ages have past, but the heart does not burst into fire! Speech cannot find the words to offer an excuse- The mind is too busy with the business … Continue reading
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Green grows the heart’s longing, vines on fire
Green grows the heart’s longing, vines on fire Breathing your name in love’s ascending gyre. Green grows the longing heart skyward, bright Tongues of flame praising the sweet Word of light. Your name, your bright name is our dawn laughter … Continue reading
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May the muddy waters clear to reveal your face
May the muddy waters clear to reveal your face; May the mirror be polished to reflect your grace. The wretched mind always makes the same mistake Of forsaking the real and embracing the fake. The desire of self-image is brick … Continue reading
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From Dawn To Dusk The Earth Is Weeping Tears Of Ice
From dawn to dusk the earth is weeping tears of ice For the denial of the Prophet’s suffering for all of us. From dawn to dusk the earth is burning in shame That the now-Christ remains unknown- without name. Now … Continue reading
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