Darvish Khan Writes

Eruch was the rock who said the Master dropped his body,
to live forever in our hearts and minds without threnody.

The Master lives by the breath that breathes his living name,
not by the lament that he has gone or quit his game.

The Master is here and now in the path of remembrance;
he is the lover now present in the rhythm of time’s dance.

It is the Master’s longing for us that inspires the heart,
to find with joy a presence we are ever loath to part.

The diamond love of the eternally living Perfect One,
lights our way with a thousand glances shining like the Sun.

Eruch had a perfect memory that was never sentimental;
the focus of his mind on the moment was monumental.

If there is one man who brings tears to Darvish’s eyes,
it is the lifelong servant of the Master who never dies!

note: Eruch = Eruch Jessawala, lifelong disciple of Avatar Meher Baba

Print Friendly

Brahma is god the creator but gets little satisfaction;
his devotees number so few it’s as if he lies in traction.

It seems that the act of conception is relatively passe:
the big bang may be cosmic but is barely more than risque.

The babies play on Vishnu’s lap who must preserve and protect them;
he answers all the whining of the universe with love’s sweet hymn.

In fact, God only takes birth as the compassionate one;
he endlessly renews love’s game as illusion’s great fun.

Shiva the destroyer brings the play to an end, but only
after millions and millions of lives as all and sundry.

Shiva and Brahma are both a very special one-pony trick:
to birth and destroy the ego mind is god-awfull slick!

Brahma is all spent and Shiva waits upon nature;
Darvish cries out to the beloved for kisses of rapture!

Print Friendly

We never lie so well but to preserve our thin honor;
We are never so earnest as when making a fast dollar.

Our freshest sincerity is out of a shiny tin can:
Vacuum packed spirit is a more durable scam!

The shelf life of our best ideas and emotions,
follows the market for authentic snake oil lotions.

The wild, wild west is with us on a runaway horse;
Screamin an’ hollerin is our state sponsored course.

God knows the devil loves to laugh through his dirty ass;
We wake up drunk to find out he’s been outclassed!

Jesus, this is a story more true than Jehosaphat,
who couldn’t jump over a fat snoring Democrat.

Darvish comes up short what to say about all this;
Sometimes the best way to relax is just take a long piss.

Print Friendly

The stars sing their way to man with a silent cry,
While the man full of song, singing, longs to die.

From beginning to end, our journey longs to find,
A voice that, longing with love, annihilates mind.

Our journey takes us from fine interstellar gas,
To the supernova of ego mind, by grace, at last.

Infinite bliss is not just some cosmic notion,
But results from the purest and rarest devotion.

The master is the one whose center is everywhere,
But whose circumference is to be found nowhere.

The friend is flesh and blood beyond time and space,
Whose body offers an infinite and timeless embrace.

Darvish borrows the rare voice of his loving wife,
And surrenders to the beloved his flickering life.

Print Friendly

krishna was married but loved his consort with a passion;
his love for her was so much more than the current fashion.

lovely radha was the divine lord’s supreme beloved;
she loved him with a love that all the others coveted!

krishna had many beautiful women called the gopis;
the godman is a divine rogue who courts his devotees!

his magic flute calls the rustic lover with god’s music;
the cowherds are not beguiled by the purely bucolic.

we have denied that eden was ever this wonderful,
and claim feminine nature degrades the spiritual!

the sun rises in the east but slumbers in the west;
dawn is like a virgin seduced by the day’s long quest.

darvish thinks of mira who married krishna as a doll;
she became a dancer and singer to one all in all!

Print Friendly

The master most of all loves simple honesty;
Love without sincerity is clever travesty.

What you believe has little to do with pure song;
Feeling can caress like water what’s right or wrong.

Balance between mind and heart is always supreme,
But thought is shallow compared to water’s theme.

The mind is like air and can unite distance;
But the heart flows like a river with presence.

The insubstantial blows away with a soft wind,
And on the shifting sands of time you can’t depend.

Water nourishes growth and promotes memory:
The oak of shade and protection lasts a century.

When the name of the friend beats in the pulsing heart,
Thought and feeling dance together with sublime art.

Darvish walks along the river path of remembrance,
Watching the birds fish the water with joyous cadence.

Print Friendly