Category Archives: my own poetry

The sea of mercy refers to the sufi master; this friend is the one who saves you from disaster! You can sink in base desire- what is called the nafs; or you can swim to the rhythm played by the … Continue reading →

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the lover gone crazy is a pathetic sight: everyone is embarrassed by a majnun’s plight. the madness of such overwhelming love is rare; sober society can only stand and stare. the one seized by love becomes a local event; however, … Continue reading →

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We have become superb robots of base desire; Our conditioned thinking is machine inspired! We are most obedient to depraved craving; The pure and simple is no longer worth saving. We are more enthralled by a neon Vegas choir, Than … Continue reading →

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No man knows his father, says the poet Homer; All epic struggle seeks to discover one’s donor. “Who am I” was the original conception: All subsequent answers have been a deception. This initial whim is full of great frustration: Life … Continue reading →

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The ocean wave has carried us into your presence; Our helplessness promises love’s renascence. We can’t see you, but we feel your furious mood: The grace and blast of great spirit has condensed. Violent rain pounds the angry rolling horizon; … Continue reading →

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wherever nandi is, shiva is not too far away; the bull is the gate keeper who blocks strangers from the way. to approach and meet god you must have a beloved friend; only the perfect master can all confusion upend! … Continue reading →

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i often think of my favorite actress- god’s own sister; she possessed a bright wit, and was beauty’s great lover. as a little girl she was a jump rope champion; she was the beloved’s mehera’s life long companion. what a … Continue reading →

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the selfsame avatar has had many different births; the god-man thousands of times has walked this very earth. the same one glorious sun has many different names; light is not diminished because of linguistic claim! how is that jesus has … Continue reading →

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i am pleased to be ranked with the great poets of old; i can nod with the best of them, even homer i’m told. i jingle some of my best verse when in the beyond state- rarely does a poet … Continue reading →

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americans love poetry so bloody damn much, they lovingly collect it and spade it into mulch. my favorite book is that big fat norton anthology; it’s made for students of physical anthropology! the problem is that poetry is not a … Continue reading →

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