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the eternal living ancient one is your best friend;
the eternal living ancient one is your best friend; he is the one on whom life after life you can depend. he is more loyal to you than your own faithful shadow, which vanishes into the night like a murder … Continue reading
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we swear by the hard earth that supports us,
we swear by the hard earth that supports us, and by the dust that crowns us at last; by the breath that infuses us with life, and inspires us with good and honest strife; by the fire that gives our … Continue reading
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The silence of our longing rings in our ears;
The silence of our longing rings in our ears; Why should the world listen to our loud fears? We have a love more precious than sweet water, but the friend’s taste is for the lonely and bitter! He does not … Continue reading
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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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