All posts tagged: Hafiz

Two Beings on a Wire

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Poetry

Wings aflutter, like a curious dart connecting invisible dots across the sky, a collage of frozen frames- a beak, a wingtip, an eye- excerpted from whirling Possibility, a solitary thrush comes in for a landing on a crackling braid of steel, a stranded iron dance hall populated by troupe after troupe of Hertzian dervishes, a fire brigade of magnetic flowers opening, blooming, and then collapsing into electric echoes. Twenty stories above the desert floor, head […]

The Brotherhood for the Preservation of the Mundane

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Creative

Some days I am more afflicted by my view of history than others.  What I mean by my view of history is the set of instructions, assumptions, patterns and perceptions that I have agglomerated within myself, that I carry around tucked inside of me like a bolus of half-eaten horsecrap, portions of which I take out and mentally deconstruct from time to time, but which I have yet to moreorless rear back and hurl like […]

A Trap That Only We Can Spring!

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Christ / Creative

It was a strange week and I did a strange thing.  I wrote a play…  (Not long…) A Trap That Only We (We=One=All) Can Spring! ACT I (A quiet city street.  A solitary lamp overhead.  Steam rising from a manhole cover.  A couple of apartment doors are set back from the curb.  There is a soda can and miscellaneous urban detritus along the gutter.) (Vinnie, despondent,  trundles onto the stage.  He is mumbling to himself, […]

You Could Join Us…

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Christ / Poetry

If you haven’t tried everything yet, by all means keep trying. That is, if there is still something you wish to say or do that seems it might just be the thing to establish the veracity of your special amazing carefully hidden sparkling inner superhero identity- the one only you really understand, the one you feel that you and you alone must forge in the fires of your achievement and then quench in your cool […]

The Only Fortune Worth Telling

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Christ / Creative

Sometimes after a period of engagement with the world- of rummaging through a serpentine forest of excessively close-packed motorists, of defusing tasks that have been thrown headlong like live grenades towards the hard wall of Deadline, of displaying all the requisite attributes of a trained specialist embroiled in the local deluge of a world economy – I take a deep breath and return to the Beginning.  I stop and take a drink of the Solace that […]

For My Beloved

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Creative / Poetry

Today I wrote this to the woman I love… Hafiz might say that when a heart chooses grace and beauty and strength- i.e. chooses to be Itself- then all the world is blessed and that heart discovers that all hearts dwell within Itself. You have blessed me with your love and wisdom and compassion. You have wounded me with purity and truth, and now I am dying into your Love. Everything that is now knows […]

Vigilance, Tiny Gaps, and Freedom

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I was seated on a tall aluminum stool, in the middle of a high school gymnasium, at three in the morning.  I wore a silk beanie on my head from which there stood a single aplomado falcon feather, pointed straight up like an antenna.  My eyes were closed in concentration. Hafiz was seated opposite me on a stack of encyclopedias he had built just outside of the circle at midcourt.  In front of him stood […]

A Heart in Bloom

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The banana yellow 1960 Impala convertible drifted to a stop about ten feet from my front porch.  The top was down and Hafiz was perched behind the steering wheel, motionless as a statue, wearing an over-sized floral shirt, an Oakland Raiders ballcap turned backwards, and a pair of mirrored sunglasses.  Near as I could tell he was staring straight down the boulevard, waiting, as if I knew what the hell was going on and would […]