Response (non-vulgar edition) to the AMBPPCT Circular Letter of 17 November, 2011

Posted on November 17, 2011 by bill gannett

In response to the recent circular letter from the AMBPPCT, I would like to make the following points:

1. It is NOT the responsibility of the Trustees to exercise damage control about Trust leadership, but to vigorously investigate, on their own initiative, longstanding complaints concerning Trust leadership, including the former Chairman. This is basic and competent oversight.

Do I need to inform the Trustees that they have been privy to many times the complaints against Trust leadership than has been recently publicly aired? Why hold us, the Public, accountable for what has always been your sworn duty? This is disgusting.

2. About the Trust recommendation that individuals only state their complaints in scheduled phone calls to Trustees- Think Again!

May I politely suggest that a web site be established by the Trust for all complaints against Trust leadership, and that the complaints and the Trust responses be available for public review.

In Our Lord and Master, Avatar Meher Baba,

Bill Gannett

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Tree is flaming orange

Posted on November 13, 2011 by bill gannett

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Tree is flaming orange,
Fields are gold and sere.
Blue sky burns to black-
Pale stars flicker near.

 

 

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Open the door, and let us in to embrace

Posted on November 10, 2011 by bill gannett

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Open the door, and let us in to embrace
Your reluctance to bestow your grace.

We have been banging with our tender fist,
And wonder why you our ardor still resist!

The Beloved, we have heard, is never so cruel,
As when she deigns to speak to a hapless fool.

We will take our chances with our audacity-
The worst we face is your cold, heartless pity.

The noose tightens and the neck constricts;
How much longer before the breath forfeits?

What a bright and cheery day to happily die,
To swing from an apple tree, and earth deny!

Hey, look Darvish- it’s not that bad. Someday
The door will open, and your Mind will sway!

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Stars crush with faint beauty

Posted on October 28, 2011 by bill gannett

Stars crush with faint beauty
Yearning for mad wonder:
Eyes widen to immensity,
And long to surrender.

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We wake to sigh over the dead

Posted on October 27, 2011 by bill gannett

We wake to sigh over the dead.
The past is a corpse more heavy
Than the grind of getting ahead.
I laugh a future full of savvy.

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In America, the voice of the rich is loud and clear

Posted on October 26, 2011 by bill gannett

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In America, the voice of the rich is loud and clear-
In this land of the almighty dollar, worship fear!

The gilded beast commands our lives with suavity:
We praise his brightness with cultured depravity.

That we would become devoted to naked greed
Is no wonder. We ate the apple that cursed our seed.

Now our shame is the three piece corporate suit.
It has robbed our integrity and labor’s honest fruit.

The serpent coiled in the tree whispers: “dividend”.
This is what rationalizes heinous crime without end.

The corporation is a wondrous tit full of lucre,
That the CEO sucks from the exiled worker.

Darvish longs for the return of “Small is Beautiful”.
The beast is wounded, and such a huge, ugly idol!
 

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The ocean way is a trackless path with no shore

Posted on October 23, 2011 by bill gannett

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The ocean way is a trackless path with no shore,
An infinite horizon where the mind is insecure.

All our desperate search for stable identity
Vomits with longing for permanent solidity.

Such immensity of rolling water and salty air
Gives rise to rich and redolent black despair.

There is no remedy but to die. Long to die
To every thought, desire and nauseating lie!

Love is all dying to precious posturing before
The pitiless sky, and the ocean’s angry roar.

Our only Friend is to trust in our oblivion:
By grace, the Mind will drown in pure elation.

Darvish retches with style as proved by his verse.
No one else writes ghazals so dark- and humorous!

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She leaves her love

Posted on October 21, 2011 by bill gannett

 

She leaves her love
To become full bright.
And then repents, to
Return- without light.

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Last night, the bird of complaint sang a song

Posted on October 19, 2011 by bill gannett

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Last night, the bird of complaint sang a song:
“I sing to reveal that it is for love I long.”

Today, ocean waves caress my aching face-
My tears of pain are washed without a trace.

Only the infinity I touch can give me comfort.
(Blue sky, your void is nothing but pure hurt!)

The melody of the breaking heart inspires drink.
Only by the grace of wine, do we cease to think.

The tang of your surf slaps me awake, to cry:
O God, death by drowning is the way to die!

All my pain is heard in the ocean’s mighty roar.
What we love rises and crashes more and more.

Bolbol, sing again your song full of despair.
Darvish’s life chokes and gasps beyond all care!

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The uber rich have destroyed our middle class polity

Posted on October 17, 2011 by bill gannett

The über rich have destroyed our middle class polity.
They are the king-makers in our guttered history.

The royals have returned with a refurbished crown:
Corporations now have the halo of personal charm.

America, it turns out, has exalted greed so much,
That a belching monster now has a princely touch!

How we love our bloated desires. We can’t wait
To cut the throat of our neighbor with tender hate!

We have socialized and speculated on our rage
With such finesse, we have gilded our own dotage.

The golden bull goes wild and gores us all. Darvish
Calls out to the Masters of heart: it is You we cherish!

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