Darvish Khan Writes

On this day, the New Life began to never end

Posted on October 16, 2011 by bill gannett

On this day, the New Life began to never end:
The God-Man lives this Life with His companions.

But not as God- only as Man and elder brother
Does he walk and beg incognito as the Friend.

“No Sheikh, no Brahmin, and no Guru, no disciple:
We have no caste, creed or religion to defend!”

“The companions must cheerfully accept everything
As the will of God, and drive desire from the mind.”

“We have become dead men and women walking
Who live in the Now, and on no one but God depend.”

“This helplessness and hopelessness is our joy-
We renounce all the confusion that fear commands.”

“Our only loyalty is to the oath that swears:
Never let go the Truth of the Friend’s daaman!”

By grace alone, Darvish walks the path of dust
To Manonash, to find the Love of that Pure-Land.

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When the righteous assassinate, it is fair play

Posted on October 13, 2011 by bill gannett

When the righteous assassinate, it is fair play-
But when the enemy kills, it is God’s dismay.

When vast lands are invaded for “freedom’s” sake,
Innocents are killed and maimed every day.

We have no god greater than our own comfort:
We don’t care what the aggrieved have to say.

There is no pretension worse than “helping” others,
And then crush them to maintain it was naiveté.

We have no fucking idea what we are doing, and
We don’t care. All this war business is so passé.

Let us wave the flag and regale our vast stupidity:
Let us remember our very own Timothy McVeigh!

Darvish knows well that Nations have no honor.
He cries that The People all to easily love betray.

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The filthy rich drop to their knees

Posted on October 12, 2011 by bill gannett

The filthy rich drop to their knees
And scrub and bleach the dirty fact:
Their lucre ignores the tired pleas
Of the bent worker’s aching back.

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The time was Abraham, and the Tower of Babel

Posted on October 9, 2011 by bill gannett

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The time was Abraham, and the Tower of Babel
Was built to honor the cries of every idol.

Nimrod had fattened the many gods whose hunger
Was a frightful clamoring, and drunken rabble.

The State was all-mighty, and had empowered desire
By which to rule little lives with a rogue fable:

Nimrod is like unto God in wisdom and stature-
None, not even the One God, is as strong and able!

Khalil, the Friend of God, sent two mosquitoes to
Buzz inside the Giant’s ears. He collapsed in rubble.

The many gods now cry in anguish, but Bin Laden
Laughs: sacred history scripted his great lust to kill.

Nimrod struggles to find his feet. Darvish waits
For the Friend to drive all the gods from Love’s table.

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We shout as cracks widen under our feet

Posted on September 21, 2011 by bill gannett

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We shout as cracks widen under our feet,
Shards of glass fly along the broken street.

All the many promises we promised to keep,
Pile into one another in a bloody heap.

Eyes wide shut stare at the falling ground;
Feet climb the air and earth can’t be found.

All this a premonition of the anxious mind:
We are transfixed by fears that undermine!

Death is no small disaster to our ego-fiction,
When each frame suffers review and elision.

The I-Maker is our brilliant original sin;
Every subsequent lie is second rate spin!

Darvish can’t improve on his enormous falsity:
Too many fears fracture Love’s sweet Unity.

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Look, Rick Perry can fix it:

Posted on September 17, 2011 by bill gannett

Look, Rick Perry can fix it:
He’s a master of bullshit.
Texan swagger blesses heaven,
Even if God looks craven.

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Ten Questions for The Chairman and Trustees of The AMBPPCT Concerning The Memorial Spike

Posted on September 15, 2011 by bill gannett

1. How did Baba’s desire for a Memorial Tower mutate into the concept of a Memorial Spike?

2. Did the Chairman and Trustees participate in the design and selection process?

3. Was there a selection process? (How many entries were submitted? etc.)

4. Was the public, in any way, invited to participate in this process?
(By way of submission, review of and comment on submissions, etc.)

5. Was the design and selection process in any way discussed or debated, privately or publicly, between or among individuals? What was said?

6. Do you know what I’m talking about?

7. Does the Trust believe in due process, especially concerning matters as important as the commissioning of a public monument by order of the Master, to honor the service of individuals to the Master?

8. Does this conversation embarrass you, and why?

9. Do individuals have the right to ask, and receive answers to, such questions?

10. Do you believe that the Eternal Beloved dropped His body to live in the Hearts and Minds of His lovers forever, and that we- the community of His lovers, now represent His Wish in this matter and other matters that concern Trust integrity?

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The full moon rises and the sun sinks

Posted on September 13, 2011 by bill gannett

The full moon rises and the sun sinks.
Now the time for perfect doublethink,
But for the myriad sharp eyes that
Snicker, and shamelessly wink and wink.

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