Heedfully glowing of embers gently, vying.
“O” tyrannies of love burn endlessly, undying...
“O” dervish men dance and sing all—afire!
The way of love lies in thy self-denying/nothing.
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Love must not blunder or be blinded out of sight
As can the moth flitting gaily into the moons, light.
Drunken in the highest ecstasies of love, the
All-pervasive vision, we seek, and ...expedite!
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Does god somehow refract, where evils forage.
Does his wine cup reflect a dishonest beverage?
If not what need “I” fear a trickster’s free-will
Just lend me the courage the cartridge to kill
The “self” who remains: Ungrateful, even still.
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The locust is a being of cognizant thought
Gathered on the wind; slain into nought.
He but a mouth, ever fed does ever feed
Oasis’s mirage, his many mirrored cohorts.
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Who so can manifest those eyes of heaven?
And annihilate, these numberless, days of seven.
Who “love “most speaks clearly, shines his lamp
Permitting, I, a drunkard moth to enter his tavern.
