Don’t talk to us about science and spirituality;
That subject is the eggheads’ and egglets’ partiality.
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They have taken us away to a desolate land
In the midst of waste waters, an island of sand.
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Just before sunset a beautiful blue cloud snapped the gold chain
Which imprisoned it and poured down a huge, still, warm rain.
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The burden of dust is the hardest burden to bear—
Dust that has a heart and nerves and eyes which stare and stare.
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When the wheel of fortune stopped at my number I did not ask
Another turn—it had completed its billion years’ task.
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The Lord protect us from the false saints of God, all those who slit
Hungry men’s penny-purses while mumbling verses in Latin or Sanskrit.
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Whenever our Master speaks to us millions of flags are unfurled
In hearts and on hills and mountains all over the world.
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I have not yet met one who had not grief engraved on his face,
And everyone I’ve met longed for the divine Beloved’s embrace.
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I had never reckoned on the Beloved’s infinite courtesies
Which mow down the grass of his lovers to make them into tall trees.
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