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This poet cries out with praise the love of Hafezian rendi;
This poet cries out with praise the love of Hafezian rendi: to seize the day with an unabashed joy like a malamati! We have no problem with wild and drunken, naked riot: our playful beloved is pure and chaste, sober … 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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Tibet’s great perfect master Milarepa was a realized yogi;
Tibet’s great perfect master Milarepa was a realized yogi; He served the cruel and relentless Marpa- an ocean of mercy. Milarepa had learned the black arts to please his mother; With hail he killed relatives so they could wealth recover. … Continue reading
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the american book of the dead celebrates culture;
the american book of the dead celebrates culture; it is our holy text dedicated to the noble vulture. this text is read to us each night to promote a clear mind; it is a priceless guide to help us the … Continue reading
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when the earth trembles, it’s not just an earthquake:
when the earth trembles, it’s not just an earthquake: but some huge sleeping serpent beginning to wake. the time of reckoning has come when buildings wobble: what lies deep within is promising to make trouble! now is the time to … Continue reading
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In this great nation of foundling fathers
In this great nation of foundling fathers, we pause to praise all bastards their druthers. We have no greater merit to consider, than the machinations of tax based murder. We have no idea how greed inspires us, and how our … Continue reading
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Hafez means the preserver of the holy word of God;
Hafez means the preserver of the holy word of God; For him this was not the Koran, but a truth much more mod. His interest was the lyric- a personal confession: The beloved with long curly hair was his obsession. … Continue reading
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Eruch was the rock who said the Master dropped his body,
Eruch was the rock who said the Master dropped his body, to live forever in our hearts and minds without threnody. The Master lives by the breath that breathes his living name, not by the lament that he has gone … Continue reading
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Brahma is God the creator but gets little satisfaction;
Brahma is god the creator but gets little satisfaction; his devotees number so few it’s as if he lies in traction. It seems that the act of conception is relatively passe: the big bang may be cosmic but is barely … Continue reading
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We never lie so well but to preserve our thin honor;
We never lie so well but to preserve our thin honor; We are never so earnest as when making a fast dollar. Our freshest sincerity is out of a shiny tin can: Vacuum packed spirit is a more durable scam! … Continue reading
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