It lands left.
I ride after a deer and find myself
Chased by a hog.
I plot to get what I want
And end up in prison.
I dig pits to trap others
And fall in.
I should be suspicious
Of what I want.
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A true lover is proved such by his pain of heart;
The lover’s ailment is different from all ailments;Love is the astrolabe of God’s mysteries.A lover may hanker after this love or that love,But at the last he is drawn to the KING of love.However much we describe and explain love,When we fall in love we are ashamed of our words.Explanation by the tongue makes most…
Any Lifetime
Any lifetime that is spent without seeing the masterIs either death in disguise or a deep sleep.The water that pollutes you is poison;The poison that purifies you is water.
Any lifetime that is spent without seeing the master
The water that pollutes you is poison;The poison that purifies you is water.
As regards feeling pain, like a hand cut in battle,
When you meet someone you love, do you kiss their clothes? Search out who’s inside.Union with God is sweeter than body comforts.We have hands and feet different from these. Sometimes in dream we see them.That is not illusion. It’s seeing truly. You do have a spirit body;don’t dread leaving the physical one. Sometimes someone feels…
The Way Things Should
What willour children do in the morning?Will they wake with their hearts wanting to play,the way wingsshould?Will they have dreamed the needed flights and gatheredthe strength from the planets that allmen and women need to balancethe wonderful charms ofthe earthso that her power and beauty does not make us forget our own?I know all about…
Who makes these changes?
I shoot an arrow right.
It lands left.
I ride after a deer and find myself
Chased by a hog.
I plot to get what I want
And end up in prison.
I dig pits to trap others
And fall in.
I should be suspicious
Of what I want.
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Departmental – Poem by Robert Frost
An ant on the tableclothRan into a dormant mothOf many times his size.He showed not the least surprise.His business wasn’t with such.He gave it scarcely a touch,And was off on his duty run.Yet if he encountered oneOf the hive’s enquiry squadWhose work is to find out GodAnd the nature of time and space,He would put…
My Perfect Dream
Within the reach of my handsLay the desire of my heart I was intoxicated byHis amazing beautyAnd glorious face The fire in his eyesHeld me its captive foreverAnd grabbed me closer to him I melted into marrowWhen I heard him speakThe words he spoke were likeHoney dripping down his lipsHis smile, his laughter,And everything about…
October – Poem by Robert Frost
O hushed October morning mild,Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;Tomorrow’s wind, if it be wild,Should waste them all.The crows above the forest call;Tomorrow they may form and go.O hushed October morning mild,Begin the hours of this day slow.Make the day seem to us less brief.Hearts not averse to being beguiled,Beguile us in the way…
If anyone asks you
of all our sexual wantingwill look, lift your faceand say,Like this.When someone mentions the gracefulnessof the nightsky, climb up on the roofand dance and say,Like this.If anyone wants to know what ‘spirit’ is,or what ‘God’s fragrance’ means,lean your head toward him or her.Keep your face there close.Like this.When someone quotes the old poetic imageabout clouds…
Lord, What A Beloved Is Mine!
Lord, what a Beloved is mine! I have a sweet quarry; I possessin my breast a hundred meadows from his reed.When in anger the messenger comes and repairs towards me,he says, “Whither are you fleeing? I have business with you.”Last night I asked the new moon concerning my Moon. Themoon said, “I am running in…
Sonnet 83: I Never Saw That You Did Painting Need by William Shakespeare
I never saw that you did painting need,And therefore to your fair no painting set;I found, or thought I found, you did exceedThat barren tender of a poet’s debt;And therefore have I slept in your report,That you yourself being extant well might showHow far a modern quill doth come too short,Speaking of worth, what worth…