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We are crying to our lord and master without peer
Green grows the heart's longing, vines on fire
Where the way and where the path...
Shiva lingam vs. rocket dick.
The thirty raucous birds
The Prophet smiles at all the warring tribes
How the world cries for pie-in-the-sky and stellar bliss
I have a dream of hoof beats pounding in the air
Too late, too bad, all is lost
The wind of the Word arrives
In America, the voice of the rich is loud and clear-
We hunger for shards of light from your flashing eye
The Word was born to reveal love's Silence
In the beginning, God was sleeping and heaved a sigh
The path to the beloved master in love street
The ocean way is a trackless path with no shore
The darkening blue of failing light brightens the mind
We have become superb robots of base desire
I am pleased to be ranked with the great poets of old
Congealed sanskaras gyre into the timeless now
I long to lose all my senses in your thick curly hair
The lover longs for the beloved in flesh and blood
We long to drown in the loud sounding sea
The black snake winds around the Missouri
The vigor of youth allures many to an early death
When were we ever drunk but with his lovely name
Step after step we track you searching for some sign
Last night the rose blushed in scarlet hue, but today
I am the slave of the perfect master who is without birth
Big Fist and the gods of doublethink command our praise
Hi-Po the hippo was abandoned as a baby
Dark is the night until your rising face
The master has said most of the world will perish
Mary carries the Word within her womb to safety
The Ancient One has come again with his long curly hair
I long to visit the cool Arctic before it melts
From dawn to dusk the earth is weeping tears of ice
We walk and walk with the friend by our side
The Loss of Primordial integrity
The well of remembrance draws not from memory
Ghazal #149, Divan-e-Hafez, Khanlari
Ghazal #5, Divan-e-Hafez, Khanlari
Rama draws back his bow and lets go his arrow
There are few things about which we are more certain
Green grows the heart's longing, vines on fire
Divan-e-Hafez, #314, Khanlari
On this day (Oct. 16, 1949) the New Life began to never end
Today (Jan. 31st, 1969), the eternal beloved our sweet lord
The two seas meet where the fish flew
In the heart lies a blocked spring longing to flow
Ghazal #78, Divan-e-Hafez, Khanlari
Israel is the tail that wags the rabid American dog
The dawn breeze brought news of the crying rend
I dream repeatedly of your laughing presence
Monkey see, monkey do is the usual banality
I raise my glass to the only divine lover
No man knows his father, says the poet Homer
Ghazal #212, Divan-e-Hafez (Khanlari)
The fire of digestion is God's gift to proud man
Ghazal #396, Divan-e-Hafez (Khanlari)
The Kali Yuga...
The eternal living ancient one is your best friend
From dawn to dusk the earth is weeping tears of ice
Don't think for a moment that God does not hear your prayer
All I know is what I read in the bogus news
We long to breathe pure air and drink sweet water
Freedom is just another word to break our teeth upon
The only prayer of the heart is the master's name
Some things are so obvious, but somehow remain obscure
Last night, the bird of complaint sang a song
We shout as cracks widen under our feet
The Magian elder has long black curly hair
I raise my glass to the only divine lover
Ghazal #441, Divan-e-Hafez, Khanlari edition.
The dawn breeze kicks up the dust in lover's lane
ghazal #368, Divan-e-Hafez, Khanlari edition
Congealed sanskaras gyre into the timeless now
Since the beginning, God's own whim has always inspired us
Israel is the tail that wags the rabid American dog
The über rich have destroyed our middle class polity
We have opened the door to our heart and let you in
Nietzsche had it right when he declared god is dead
May the muddy waters clear to reveal your face
No one knows the way of Mary, matchless lover
Green grows the heart's longing, vines on fire
I walk up the hill
Violence in America is as common as apple pie.
The vigor of youth allures many to an early death
Open the door, and let us in to embrace
Free fall into fascism
I, the lost one, find my way to the ocean's shore
Make it new. Sing a song that revives the dead,
The succession of bad ideas we call modern history
My service in the wine house began a long time ago
A thousand times we have inscribed paper with your eternal name
Rain, wash away fear and revive our lives
I run from the rotting stench of my precious thought
The theocrats are appealing as fragrant s**t
In our lost land of fast food and bad breath
The end of nature is the rise of hypnosis