Episodes
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We are crying to our lord and master without peer
We are crying to our lord and master without peer:all but his long curly hair is small and cheap beer. We have lit a candle to his blazing presence,and written many a ghazal about his essence. We can’t help but sob a big puddle yet again:whatever we have to say ruins paper and pen! We have…
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Green grows the heart's longing, vines on fire
Green grows the heart’s longing, vines on fireBreathing your name in love’s ascending gyre. Green grows the longing heart skyward, brightTongues of flame praising the sweet Word of light. Your name, your bright name is our dawn laughterThat rises and resounds to announce the Master. Starlight...
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Where the way and where the path...
Where the way and where the path that arrives at your feet?Open the door and open the heart that we abide in love street. We have heard, no man has increased his height by taking thought;We have heard, silence is genius that can never be taught. The sun rises, the sun sets, and the mind whirls...
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Shiva lingam vs. rocket dick.
The Shiva lingam is the ancient Indian representation of God’s creativity. It is the basis for Shaivite religious worship. It represents Shiva’s divine dick. Now, this is not at all embarrassing to the Indian spiritual mind. God, of course, must have a dick. After all, where did man get his dick,...
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The thirty raucous birds
The thirty raucous birdsin search of wise Simorgh,wandered mountain and valleyto sing with single tongue. Get full access to Radicalized Poet at billgannett.substack.com/subscribe
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The Prophet smiles at all the warring tribes
The Prophet smiles at all the warring tribes,even though ridiculed by their many jibes. Christ laughs at the crown of thorns on his head:because of Mercy, he has only grace to shed. Majnun cried and cried for his lost Layla,and became perfect in mad love’s leela. Francesco, the greatest saint in...
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How the world cries for pie-in-the-sky and stellar bliss
How the world cries for pie-in-the-sky and stellar bliss,but no heaven or star ship can match the Friend’s kiss. God high in the empyrean is the distant father-deaf and dumb until embraced as our very brother. We have forgotten that God walks the earth as a man,his body an infinite mercy…
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I have a dream of hoof beats pounding in the air
I have a dream of hoof beats pounding in the air,a horse with wings and sword that defeats despair. The hoof beat and proud neigh of my lord and master-my heart jumps a beat, then gallops even faster! White Kalki is coming to remove filth and ignorance,and truth and justice all across the earth...
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Too late, too bad, all is lost
Too late, too bad, all is lost:Big Fist is angry and dissed. But love rises and exclaimsTyranny falls before his Name. Get full access to Radicalized Poet at billgannett.substack.com/subscribe
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The wind of the Word arrives
The wind of the Word arrivesIn silence, and wakes the rose.Petals tremble, blush and laughWith joy, and sweet love disclose. Get full access to Radicalized Poet at billgannett.substack.com/subscribe
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In America, the voice of the rich is loud and clear-
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 greedIs no wonder. We ate the apple that cursed our seed....
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We hunger for shards of light from your flashing eye
We hunger for the shards of light flashing from your eye;May they wound our dark mind with brilliance until we die! Who, if we cried, would hear us among the many gods?The busy deities are such dull and slow-thinking clods. One moment of your presence removes all spiritual doubt:The sons and...
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The Word was born to reveal love's Silence
The Word was born to reveal love’s Silence,And heal the tyrannical mind of violence. The Ancient One came in the black of night;By dawn, he was lost to our longing sight. He was abandoned on that hill of pain,Left for the wind to share his sighs of pain. One held by his open arms would not...
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In the beginning, God was sleeping and heaved a sigh
In the beginning, God was sleeping and heaved a sighThat breathed me into being with the gasp of my first cry: I am born as gas! And thus began my cosmic journey-To suffer all form in time, and from all form in time be free. Gas is nothing but space, and without boundary;To establish identity,...
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The path to the beloved master in love street
The path to the beloved Master in love streetends with song rising in praise of his lotus feet. We know we have arrived when the tune of our songresounds in our hearts like a divine palace gong. It was your whim at first that turned star into stoneand with a billion year evolved mind into a rune....
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The ocean way is a trackless path with no shore
The ocean way is a trackless path with no shore,An infinite horizon where the mind is insecure. All our desperate search for stable identityVomits with longing for permanent solidity. Such immensity of rolling water and salty airGives rise to rich and redolent black despair. There is no remedy…
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The darkening blue of failing light brightens the mind
The darkening blue of failing light brightens the mind-We lift our eyes to a beauty that doesn’t blind. The moon saves us from the wicked brilliance of day;Our mood shifts to the muted light of shadow play. The beloved has become fully agreeable;Her face is now magnificently visible. She will…
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We have become superb robots of base desire
We have become superb robots of base desire;Our conditioned thinking is machine inspired! We are most obedient to depraved craving;The pure and simple is no longer worth saving. We are more enthralled by a neon Vegas choir,Than we are by the simple worship of holy fire. Nature used to be a direct...
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I am pleased to be ranked with the great poets of old
I am pleased to be ranked with the great poets of old;I can nod with the best of them, even Homer I’m told. I jingle some of my best verse when in the beyond state-rarely does a poet receive such a gift as his fate! Believe me, snoring has it’s own special rhythmic genius:it has a duration that...
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Congealed sanskaras gyre into the timeless now
Congealed sanskaras gyre into the timeless now:Each breath contains all of time in the eternal Tao. The dark clamor of unlived desire chokes my throat,And twists and subverts song of pure and golden note. I lean and loaf by bubbling spring and envy observesHow water caresses stone, earth and…
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I long to lose all my senses in your thick curly hair
I long to lose all my senses in your thick curly hair;what bliss to be lost in scented curls so rich and rare! I long to lose my breath in lips of eternal promise-no death can rival the heaven of your supernal kiss. How to find the immaculate purity of my own being;how to see the eye which is the...
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The lover longs for the beloved in flesh and blood
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...
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We long to drown in the loud sounding sea
We long to drown in the loud sounding sea;We long to swallow our pathetic pleas. Help us find the courage of our convictionsto surrender the last of our lousy fictions. Master, give us the talent to cut our throatsinging your praise with a graceful last note. Without your help, how can we ever...
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The black snake winds around the Missouri
The black snake winds around the Missouriand chokes the Sioux Nation with misery. Black venom slithers across sacred land,but Water Protectors make a last stand. Bullets and burning gas- grenades explode;Big Fist shoots water canon in bitter cold. Protectors hold fast, covered with red ice:Love…
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The vigor of youth allures many to an early death
The vigor of youth allures many to an early death;much better to surrender all illusion with each breath. Iskandar’s teacher was from the brilliant academy;but desire goaded him on to ludicrous victory. Such dominion over foreign lands is risky at best;the defeated subject hates rulers of distant...
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When were we ever drunk but with his lovely name
When were we ever drunk but with his lovely name-our sobriety only deserves your righteous blame. We are indignant with all the usual double thinks-we remain true to our singular bootleg drink. We know about prohibition, how it made Big Fist rich,and how priest hoarded spirit, to make church a...
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Step after step we track you searching for some sign
Step after step we track you searching for some sign;The salt of our tears burns our throat as your sweet wine. We bear your living presence in our longing heart-But your curls and dancing eyes, we can’t live without! Farhad dug through rock to one day find his Shireen;We breathe your name in…
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Last night the rose blushed in scarlet hue, but today
Last night the rose blushed in scarlet hue, but todayshe doesn’t know me- she has nothing at all to say . Love was so brilliant at first, her sweat radiantperfume that filled my life, her wet lips all deft play. Her lips were all mine, my mind beyond all thoughtof today, and the tsunami of tears’...
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I am the slave of the perfect master who is without birth
I am the slave of the Perfect Master who is without birth;I am devoted to the Friend of joyous and robust mirth. Only the saint remembers the dull pain of sleeping stone-the world snarls and gnashes over raw and bloody bone. By grace of His glance, and millions of hungry lives,the soul leaves the...
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Big Fist and the gods of doublethink command our praise
Big Fist and the gods of doublethink command our praise;we have become devoted to flag waving all our days. The corporation now wears a crown as a religious right,with the grasping public gasping with spiritual malaise. How did we come to live upside down in a garbage can;how come to cherish…
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Hi-Po the hippo was abandoned as a baby
Hi-Po the hippo was abandoned as a baby;Mr Hippo became his unwitting daddy. Mrs Hippo yearned to keep the baby boyLeft on their doorstep, but he wanted no such joy. This cute baby hippo inspired his decisionThat little boys belong at the Police Station! But on the way there, Hi-Po began to kick...
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Dark is the night until your rising face
Dark is the night until your rising faceDispels this blackness with joyous grace.Long have we waited for you as the starsWheel by, at last your rosy cheeks to kiss. Get full access to Radicalized Poet at billgannett.substack.com/subscribe
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The master has said most of the world will perish
The master has said most of the world will perish;Don’t let this bamboozle you, but his name cherish. Earth, millions and millions of times passes awayInto nothing; But the mind survives gross decay. And takes birth again and again a billion timeuntil mind and soul become one and the same. When…
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Mary carries the Word within her womb to safety
Mary carries the Word within her womb to safety-soon the world will be delivered from captivity. Giddi-up donkey, through the wind and rain and snow.A wondrous Christ-child’s cry yearns to grace bestow! The wandering Stars combine luminous astral virtuesto mirror the Ancient One’s holy radiant...
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The Ancient One has come again with his long curly hair
The Ancient One has come again with his long curly hair,With nothing but his message of divine love to declare. Baba’s John was the aged fakir with bright rosy cheek;She gave him the kiss that tore away his veil, so to speak. Merwan was drowned in the ocean of such infinite bliss,He would bang…
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I long to visit the cool Arctic before it melts
I long to visit the cool Arctic before it meltsAway in a heat wave that inspires fascist dolts. The end of the world is coming faster than you thinkIn a flood of stupidity that will drown the quick. Unless you can learn the Irish heel and toe it,And drink from the crystal cup of the beloved. Aye,...
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From dawn to dusk the earth is weeping tears of ice
From dawn to dusk the earth is weeping tears of iceFor the denial of the Prophet’s suffering for all of us. From dawn to dusk the earth is burning in shameThat the now-Christ remains unknown- without name. Now is the anguish of earth that the Ancient OneWalks upon her breast, but is shunned by...
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We walk and walk with the friend by our side
We walk and walk with the friend by our sideand the pain of our love and longing hide. We have no voice to be joyful aboutbut your silence to nourish as our lot. The flame of love lit a fire in our heartwhich has come to wholly define our art. Like sandalwood, we place your name in fireand your...
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The Loss of Primordial integrity
The problem with our present Age is that it has lost all bearings. Our Machine Age, aka the fag end of the Kali Yuga, is so infatuated with the idea of Progress that it has obliterated all reference to what we can call primordial integrity. The four Ages in both Greek and Indian cosmological...
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The well of remembrance draws not from memory
The well of remembrance draws not from memory,but from the fount of Silence that is creativity. Do you remember, do you forget, the stillness of roseunfolding? Such is how the longing spirit boldly grows. Bolbol, singing from the divan’s ancient pristine page–your song is always singing from its...
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Ghazal #149, Divan-e-Hafez, Khanlari
At dawn, when Khosrow of the east planted his flag in the hills,My friend tapped on the door of the hopeful with the hand of mercy. With the dawn, the sun of heaven became luminous,And then rose and laughed brightly at all vainglory. Last night, when the beloved rose among us to dance,He loosened...
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Ghazal #5, Divan-e-Hafez, Khanlari
O men of heart- for God’s sake, I’m losing it-this pain of having the hidden secret revealed! We are a ship broken and beaten: rise up good wind-may we see again our familiar friend of old! For ten days heaven’s mercy is story and magic;O friend, count as a great boon kindness toward friends!…
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Rama draws back his bow and lets go his arrow
Rama draws back his bow and lets go his arrow;O were it my Soul liberated from life’s sorrow! I long to incur that blessing full of such wrathThat my valiant death kisses his feet with mirth. Ravana was a b*****d after my own black heart;He cut a deal with Mercy that was wholly art: The…
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There are few things about which we are more certain
There are few things about which we are more certain:love has always guided us from behind the curtain. Love it was that sang its song on that very first day,when the sea delivered us with our cry for a refrain. We have found out that one kiss can never be enough:we complain as your lips vanish-...
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Green grows the heart's longing, vines on fire
Green grows the heart’s longing, vines on fireBreathing your name in love’s ascending gyre. Green grows the longing heart skyward, brightTongues of flame praising the sweet Word of light. Your name, your bright name is our dawn laughterThat rises and resounds to announce the Master. Starlight...
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Divan-e-Hafez, #314, Khanlari
However old, heart worn and feeble I’ve become,Whenever I think of you, I again become young. Thank God, that whatever I have asked of Him,I have always been fortunate in kindness won. O young rose bush, enjoy your vast fortune because IHave become in your shade the Bulbul of the world’s garden.…
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On this day (Oct. 16, 1949) the New Life began to never end
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 brotherDoes 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...
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Today (Jan. 31st, 1969), the eternal beloved our sweet lord
Today, the eternal beloved our sweet lordleft his body and released the divine Word. His Silence held us in his loving embraceand broken, exiled us to long for his grace. Now, he has forsaken us but lives in the heartand speaks to us, promising never will he part. Long, long ago we made a…
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The two seas meet where the fish flew
The two seas meet where the fish flewFrom Moses’ pocket to freedom;Khezr appears to the lost JewAnd leads him on to his Kingdom. Get full access to Radicalized Poet at billgannett.substack.com/subscribe
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In the heart lies a blocked spring longing to flow
In the heart lies a blocked spring longing to flow:Feeling can reveal what the mind will never know. Intellect dresses the truth in gaudy clothes,but beauty is veracious like an opening rose. Bliss is sweet water shaded from the cruel sun,while hot reason gets sun stroke and is undone. How long...
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