The Blues

The Blues

For some
It’s just a gold dab bloom
Or it could be a horseshoe
Hanging over the moon
Or it could be a tooth fairy
Coming in to announce a gilded
Or it could be the pure light within you
To guide your way home
An immaculate conception
An unrequited self deception
Space being infinitely small
Where the timeless dare to loom
Glory glory hallelujah
Oh say how can we see
The absence of light
As light
Nothing up my sleeve

It could be a rebellion
Or a misguided clue
For the truth that we’re demanding
Doesn’t say nothing new
As the love that we’ve abandoned

The blues

Our Only Faithful Friend

Our Only Faithful Friend

I thought I came
To understand love
When you dream
Those days of wine and roses
Will never end

But I came to the conclusion
True love is not complete
Until it shatters the illusion
In those days when the Lord
Becomes our only
Faithful friend


Baba said no need to ask for guidance
Consider your self guided
If you recite these two prayers
Out loud once a day

The Parvardigar Prayer

O Parvardigar – the Preserver and Protector of All
You are without beginning and without end
Non Dual
Beyond comparison and
None can measure you
You are without color, without expression
Without form and without attributes
You are unlimited and unfathomable
Beyond imagination and conception
Eternal and imperishable
You are indivisible and none can see You
But with eyes Divine
You always were
You always are
And You always will be
You are everywhere
You are in everything
And You are also beyond everywhere
And beyond everything
You are in the firmament and in the depths
You are manifest and unmanifest
On all planes and beyond all planes
You are in the three worlds
And also beyond the three worlds
You are imperceptible and independent
You are the Creator
The Lord of Lords
The knower of all minds and hearts
You are Omnipotent and Omnipresent
You are knowledge infinite
Power infinite and Bliss Infinite
You are the ocean of Knowledge
All knowing
Infinitely knowing
The knower of the past
The present and the future
And You are knowledge itself
You are all-merciful and eternally benevolent
You are the Soul of souls
The one with infinite attributes
You are the trinity of truth
Knowledge and bliss
You are the source of truth
The ocean of love
You are the Ancient one
The Highest of the High
You are Prabhu and Parmeshwar
You are the Beyond God
And the Beyond-Beyond-God also
You are Parabrahma
And GOD – the Beloved

You are named Ezad
The only One
Worthy of worship.

Prayer of Repentance

We repent
O GOD most merciful
For all our sins
For every thought
That was false or unjust or unclean
For every word spoken
That ought not to have been spoken
For every deed done
That ought not to have been done

We repent for every deed and word and thought
Inspired by selfishness
And for every deed and word and thought
Inspired by hatred
We repent most specially
For every lustful thought and every lustful action
For every lie
For all hypocrisy
For every promise given but not fulfilled
And for all slander and back-biting

Most specially also
We repent for every action
That has brought ruin to others
For every word and deed
That has given others pain
And for every wish that pain should befall others

In your unbounded mercy
We ask you to forgive usO GOD
For all these sins committed by us
And to forgive us for our constant failures
To think and speak and act
According to your will.

Meher Baba



Remembering who we are
Is like a brief introduction
To who we will one day be

The soul is always there
Or here
A welcome home
From all the facet mirrors
That are merely preludes
Like appetizers
To deeper ecstasy

At his feet
Glow jewels all shining
Roses rage with future beauty
Dancing in his revelry

GOD is not a concept




Despite the great beauty
Despite the awe and wonder
Despite all the givers
The courageous
The fighters for what’s right
I’ll just say it
Despite all the adorned and unadorned
Saints of our world
Despite GOD’s mercy
Despite GOD’s patience and forgiveness
Despite GOD’s love

If all the selfish and ignorant things
In our corrupt human culture
Were suddenly revealed
And dumped into
Our human minds

We would abandon the world
Become hermits, renunciates
We’s take up our sackcloth
Roll around in the ashes
And pray
To see the GOD alone
And forever in all people

Magnificat Rose

Magnificat Rose

He is buddha consciousness
And not buddha consciousness
He died beneath the bodhi tree
Thousands of summers ago

He is the atman and paramatma
The atom and the adam
But he would politely decline the offer

He’s been a He
And she’s been a She
But now we’re grasping at straws

He is mohamed
And the message he gave through mohamed
Mohamed alone
And Mohamed not alone

He is the light and the darkness
And the balance of light and darkness
And the abode beyond
The ever-deepening and widening balance
Of the light and the darkness

He is indescribable
Yet constantly described 
Like a sun filled palace
Beauty transmuted into ecstasy
The sighing
Crying multi-universal 
Infinite loop de loop mojo spree

O lucid wisdom shorn
Individually unique as adorned
Manifested brilliantly as love 
On fire with form
With our own keys and gateway traces
Our own shiny jewels and criminal cases
Our own diagnostic static
Stairway stasis 
Burning red demographic fire
All preaching, all describing, all racing
All swirling 
All knowing…
O magnificat rose
To the humble blue humility in the tangents
Through the tantric white galactic 
In the silence
Of the requisite atomic weight of grace
There’s no deeper wine than love 
And so the pentagram plays
Ancient and newborn
An omnipotent push
How deep in the fire
Of the non-burning bush?
Just a drip of the bright
Buzzing amber blue 
Pineal flood

No echoes
No rewinding hyperbolic twists
No virtuosos
No polished young quick
Shiny crooked cracked
And hacked and whacked

No Zeldas for Kramers
No Greta Garbos
No Cassius Clays
No joltin’ Joe DiMaggios’
Withstood a crazed
Walt Whitman ranting daze
He who sings the song I sing inside me
Into the mystic summer haze
Through the haunted autumn crush
Took every hook was hocked 
Or honied honing right on in
The brush the blush
The stain the sin
The satan
Crystal darwinian faceted mystic prism random
Re-up-took lite
Going up in bright
Rocketing spiraled spark-ed darts
Of twisted convoluted night
Diamond tungsten nanite strings
Gold the biting blinging ringing diamond clutch
As a drunken lilac
Full throttle throttling

Forever sings

A Million Things

A Million Things

A rustler of words
Once heard GOD say

“What do you want?”

And the rustler replied:

“YOU’RE asking me?
YOU, WHO comprehend
Every particle of my being
WHO are alive
In every breath I breath
YOU, WHO are my future and my past
WHO know what I want
Even before I ask
Must I bore YOU with the details
Where the four crows fly
And the devil sings?

I’d ask for a million things
All, if got, meaning nothing
If not sanctified by YOUR LOVE”

Codependent On The Lord

Codependent On The Lord

It’s not hard to give up

It’s hard to figure out
When to stop trying

It’s all GOD’s will
Either way
Isn’t it
When push comes to shove

Or when it comes
To someone to whom you love
Your independence ends

Micro-mini-cogs within a massive wheel
Surging brilliantly
The bodiless eye of consciousness
Witness to
The awe and transience within and about
The ALL that exists

Codependent on the Lord’s love

The Dust Of Love

The Dust Of Love

The dust of dawn
Was originally harvested by the wind
The crimes of love not yet fathered
The dust of dreams
When the first cloud rolled in
To unveil the illustrious moon

The first storm came through
That time the universe
Committed suicide
And the stars rained down like thunder
In the beloved’s eyes
When the dust of love shot through
Where a nightmare was taken away
In the manger
The depth of love awakened
With the consistency of blood
The strength of iron
The warmth of gold
The conductivity of copper
And the crackling electrical juice
Of infinite infinity
By the silence of dust
Love planned it’s elegance
Through twilight’s evening’s
Dissonant rush
Fused within the sacrament
Of the “all” that unfurled
In secret
Hidden magic’s
Wild dark elderberry kiss

It’s not that the human mind
Cannot bear pain
That, it has become expert in

It’s that it can’t bear
The compassion
Can’t bear the authenticity of the light
Can’t appreciate the blessing
That is the gift of life
Can’t withstand the burden of love
Or accept the mercy in salvation
And forgiveness

Cannot bow

East west north south
Up down head feet
Quantum reality
Which way do we bow?

We bow in our heart…



GOD works,
Beyond beyond senses
I hear his voice in actuality
Not words
If I hear him at all,
In mysterious ways

Part of love is to share
But what if what we share
Is rejected
Or misinterpreted
Or miscommunicated?

What if the horse
You are leading to water
Is dying of thirst
But refuses to drink?

Water is GOD
GOD is water
Water is life
But not without light