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I dream repeatedly of your laughing presence,
I dream repeatedly of your laughing presence, but cannot wake to find your love street residence. The light from your flashing eye ever teases me; Yet when I look again, you are much too busy. How do I finagle an … Continue reading
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the storm of desire…
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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we call out your name as we lift the glass…
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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i raise my glass…
i raise my glass to the only divine lover; i drink to the dregs all the wine he offers. there is no taste i prefer to his presence; my eyes have no light save his effulgence! i have no motion … Continue reading
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the darkening blue of failing light…
the darkening blue of failing light brightens the mind- we lift our eyes to a beauty that doesn’t blind. the moon saves us from the wicked brilliance of day; our mood shifts to the muted light of shadow play. the … Continue reading
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he who seeks my pleasure…
he who seeks my pleasure, finds my divine treasure. such a thought is beyond the mind’s grasping nature! when the beloved speaks, angels and devils listen; man fumbles to compose his rational question. to please the beloved is hardly possible; … Continue reading
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a cold wind blows from the north…
[cincopa AYHA4e6tPQ82]a cold wind blows from the north with the scent of red rose, my heart cries out “saginaw” where raw spirit purely grows. the blushing faces of proud resistance in hostile land, stir my blood with the promise that … Continue reading
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The greatest story ever told is about power and gold
“The greatest story ever told” is about power and gold: early on church history put truth and beauty on hold. That Christ is son of man and woman is lovely in deed- Mary’s purity received Joseph’s immaculate seed! Christ’s greatest love … Continue reading
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the beautiful pathan princess…
the beautiful pathan princess fled her wedding for god, she wandered in the wilderness desperate to find her lord. she had cheeks like red roses- golrokh was her early name; her fragrant spirit and ardent love for god was her … Continue reading
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the master is always eloquent…
the master is always eloquent in his expressive silence; he both inspires the intellect, and abides in holy presence. it is our spiritual odyssey to find space between our thoughts; we walk hand in hand with you after passing through … Continue reading
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