We are brave, insolent revolutionaries
who play with our own lives.
It is a pity that this muddy flesh
is the peer of our pure, clean soul. Continue reading “From the End to the Beginning (2/24/19)”
We are brave, insolent revolutionaries
who play with our own lives.
It is a pity that this muddy flesh
is the peer of our pure, clean soul. Continue reading “From the End to the Beginning (2/24/19)”
Some people tell stories about the Beyond.
Some expect help from the Beyond.
Souls keep running out of bodies secretly,
looking for the Beyond.
Rubailar, Rubai #4, Page 222.
We have gone. Best wishes to the rest.
Those born here on this planet always die here.
The One who lives above
knows that falling rock will surely hit the ground. Continue reading “Our Voices and Screams (2/10/19)”
I am drunk with the wine that Love has engraved on His glass.
I ride a horse. Its reins are Love.
Falling in Love with my moon-faced Beloved is great,
but I am a slave and servant to the One who made Love a slave-servant to Him.
Rubailar (2016), Page 108, Rubai #3