Darvish Khan Writes

sing, dervish, your exalted stutter!
sing your halting notes to the wind.

or mutter your song to find its way
where it will.

but bring the thought
out the mouth. so what
if the sound is mute and
the meaning dull.

a brick
has more lustre than
diamond
when set with His Name!

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Rain, wash my face
Wash my tears
Remove the grit, the grime

Hail, knock my head
Knock my mind
Split my thought to Nothing

Light, caress my heart
Caress the Silence
Be my all.

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the light grows
my hands to open
and reach toward the sun.

tendrils of sap
warm and applaud
the Awakener.

a tremor of love
shouts in green
You have come!

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The world laughs
Its belly laugh
As it guzzles pepto bismal

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the sigh of dawn
opens my breast
to the thought and light
of my radiant master.

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the curve of my thought

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