Darvish Khan Writes

Movie on 8-19-19 at 5.14 PM

Monkey see, monkey do is the usual banality.
Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.

I can’t remember- but how do you wipe your ass?
Wait- please forgive me, I don’t mean to be crass!

We can always learn from each other. Are you right
Or left handed? I hope you clean from behind. Quite!

Only humans have evolved to be able to teach.
Monkeys, try as they might, have not learned speech!

So tell me, do you squat or sit on porcelain throne?
Do you humbly release, or strain to command: “done”?

Don’t gesticulate with such simian confusion:
This is a straightforward and ordinary question!

Darvish can’t remember such a dull-witted lot.
Sometimes, even the bright and quick can’t be taught.

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Movie on 8-19-19 at 5.46 PM

We can no more escape karma than leap past our shadow:
This life is the projection of the mind’s very own gestapo.

The secret police document everything. In fact, they script
Not only behavior, but monitor even secrets well kept.

They have spies everywhere- among family and good friends,
Who write down everything, and then just smile and pretend!

My guess is that they learn their craft from aliens, who practice
Abduction, interrogation and subtle surgery. We are like mice.

Don’t trust psychiatrists! They give out horse-killing drugs
Disguised as candy. They are no better than Armani thugs.

Listen- karma is a bitch and mad as snake-filled shadows
That can’t be trusted like Tricky-Dick Nixon at my window!

We need help. My friend Darvish knows this guy whose Silence
Is so ferocious, these jerks look laughable and pretentious!

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From the very beginning to the very end, the Master
Plays with time as he spins the Earth on his finger.

All the worlds spin around the Eternal Beloved, and
Are madly in love with him- The Divine axis and center.

We circle the sacred Poplar tree, eagle claw uniting
Our hearts with screaming Silence- a solar door.

All thought circles the one desire of the infinite Sun:
No shadow lives but longs to die a death brighter!

Our feet dance to the rhythm of longing vision for Fire-
Your long black curls are sharp rays burning and tender!

Cool breath of kindness caresses in blissful flame:
The Master’s name is all Mercy and radiant Star.

Darvish spins on his dancing feet, as The Friend’s
Name calls out the time with resounding splendor!

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We wait for dawn to reveal the light of your bright face;
We yearn for your flashing eye, full of mercy and grace.

Wrapped in black night, we suffer our dark despair;
Soon the Sun will rise and dispel our blind disgrace.

The mind’s snarling hunger demands a bloody bone;
O God, may your Silence all the mind’s desire efface!

We have no hope of you but Holy Fire that consumes
Raw spirit, and releases us into your divine embrace.

Lord and Master, have mercy on our witlessness–
May this mumbling by your clear praise be replaced.

A thousand times, we have declared your compassionate
Smile to be the only gift that brings us lasting solace.

Dawn will break and reward Darvish’s longing for
The light and laugh of your brilliant and merciful face!

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The lover longs for the beloved in flesh and blood;
love is never so loving as the beloved’s own bod.

Your absence is a tease we would rather live without;
but for your presence, we suffer separation’s doubt!

Our master does not live in some gilded picture book,
but in the light of his eyes which animates each look.

There are many things we should forsake- like Big Fist;
we know that by your sovereign purity alone, we exist!

The cruelty we suffer at the hand of corporate greed,
is removed when we surrender at your feet all need.

Last night, I found the bottle to renew my oath again:
that love for love’s sake alone removes all bitter pain.

The day will return when I find myself on love street,
when Darvish’s longing and the beloved once again meet.

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