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The true faith that is sight of the Master
The true faith that is sight of the Master is found in the light of his eyes’ luster; what hope for eyes sunken in stone sockets, but they grind to dust by grace and laughter? Print Friendly
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The thirty raucous birds
The thirty raucous birds in search of wise Simorgh, wandered mountain and valley to sing with single tongue. Print Friendly
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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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Green grow the rushes O
Green grow the rushes O, how the rose blushes O; but love conceals her face, and her bright red lips O! Print Friendly
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Nature weeps icy tears
Nature weeps icy tears, but Man denies his fears and blubbers passionate lies to warm senile years. Print Friendly
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The sea swells and carries the Viking boat
The sea swells and carries the Viking boat to Odin’s shrine where the Norse warrior’s throat sings his bloody oath to the One-eyed god: Valhalla wraps the brave in a blue-grey cloak. Print Friendly
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Odin of blue-grey cloak trades one eye for drink
Odin of blue-grey cloak trades one eye for drink, and his One eye shines like the Sun, never to blink. He travels all the nine worlds like his own backyard: two ravens, thought and memory, are his vanguard. On the … Continue reading
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How long the house to burn
How long the house to burn, and how long must we yearn for most simple and pure fire. To Meher we turn. Print Friendly
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Wherever Nandi grazes
Wherever Nandi grazes, Lord Shiva is close by; I hear the divine bull bellow, his grace is nigh. Print Friendly
The Prophet smiles…
The Prophet smiles at all the warring tribes, even though ridiculed by their many jibes. Christ laughs at the crown of thorns on his head: because of Mercy, he has only grace to shed. Majnun cried and cried for his … Continue reading
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