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22 August 2019
Again – this poet is going into non-poetic mode (or am I). I’ll still post poetry – most is not on this site and being prepared under a separate manuscript – I’ll show some soon. Meanwhile – another day. Intentions. … Continue reading
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20 August 2019
A dear friend suggested I blog… so, I’m blogging under “Daily Scribblings.” This is a page where I will simply compose thoughts in prose and see where it goes. There are creatures in the trees… night crooners and sqealers, squeekers … Continue reading
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A Heart is Contraband
O’ masked heartsteal this hidden houri from the bold arms of dubiety. O’ heart, my captain,sail us swiftly through az-Zuqaqto the Tibouda promontory Let me hear her whisper“Espana” And save this ship from peril. Sweetly place her silhouette anywhere, be … Continue reading
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The Antiquity of Memory
Joy’s carousel of vision quivers, stretching her arms of imagination, my ears are tickled by the din and screech of children Jumping rope, tossing lucky’s, and buzzing dilly dally between playground sundries. Where once, the soles of our soul’s shoes, … Continue reading
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The Art of Love
The world is our palette and into it we dip the brush of imagination. The canvas is the veil between light of who we are and the perception of tangible life. I see my beloved as a multi-hued silhouette – … Continue reading
The Shaikh in the Well
The compassion of the Shaikh is the physician to our pain He is a cool mist on desert sand He is the rain upon on our skin Below which seeds of hope give sprout as his love seeps deep within. … Continue reading
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Mevlana’s Kitchen
People cannot keep their eyes off of a fire, they just have to gaze and reflect; because there is something in the fire too bright to discern and they simply must get closer. Moths fiercely sacrifice themselves for this wisdom … Continue reading
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Zeliha Sings
Zeliha sang to us tonight, I listened to what I heard, “I’m not interested in your ears But I’ll sing to your heart with scented words… …Your eyes are the sea but your heart is my harbor. This song is … Continue reading
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The Three Teachers
Sometimes I am drowning in answers thirsting for questions – for it is the pain of not knowing that I’ve befriended. This one speaks of separation, that one of where union begins another speaks of two fountains that converge and … Continue reading
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Coming Home
My hands clasped in knotted prayer, I slipped away, beyond aware but you slipped a string around my finger and tugged it toward your hidden turbe. So I tugged back in this gentle play of cat and mouse, of Rumi … Continue reading
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