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Truth? Here?
Ha!
Take a few steps through the page into self
and stick out your tongue
a snowflake is falling
wanting to be caught!~Waiting for inspiration?
You've always been in heaven, my friend. You are both choir and song.
Become all that you seek.
I'll give you a brief tour and point out a few places of interest. Then, you're off for your own explorations. Trust me, you'll have a blast, dare I say it... the time of your life!
And, one day, after many years of wild stumbles, you might happen upon a kooky little cafe inside your heart where god is waiting, having just ordered waffles for two.
Allah smiles everywhere you search.
This gasp of breath you hold so dear is only a beginning
The bird paces in his cage wanting out
only to sit atop my knee
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All is love, she whispers,
write this down...
All is love
And, again, she coos...
All is love.
Now that you know the words,
a playful smile on her lips,
Sing it all day!
Hamid, just who is strumming you tonight?
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There is a poet in you, dear friend, and in every being, patiently smiling..
waiting for all the chatter of questions to settle down.
Dance, stomp and play!
until you're worn weary, hearing only the life-beat thudding in your ears.
Then, you'll be so very, very close.
Shhh....listen....
just listen...
and she will
sing.
~A creek meets a river and asks, "Where are you going?"
The river grins wide
as waters converge and mingle.
We are going
home.
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Dawns yawns and an angel sits somewhere nearby, watching over this naked loon scribbling beneath the fan in the window.
She whispers something about silence and breathtaking wonders that I cannot quite comprehend.
The lad keeps writing.
Every muscle tears exhaustion.
The third eye crackles wide.
The beloved whispers here
in a broken palace built for one.
A sufi sits in the empty room at the end of a forgotten hall
smiling with glee
without a single thought
waddling across the noggin.
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