Albino Lizard
There is a deeper meaning behind the mundane
Category: Poem
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The poem that follows was originally written in Arabic by Bahá’í Faith Founder, Bahá’u’lláh, or, as he was known in the mid 1850s when the poem was written, Mírzá Ḥusayn-ʻAlí Núrí. I discovered the “Ode of the Dove” by Bahá’u’lláh, less than a month ago, when, after being given verses of poetry to read at…
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Touching you is the cure for being blue, Don’t know how you melt my heart like you do. While kissing you, there’s no way to be mad, And holding you will always make me glad. But when my touchstone is a pain it’s hard; An angry word and I am caught off guard. How much…
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We’re here, and yet we’re not all here, because There’s different realms, some lower, some above. The first one that I’ll mention now is hell: It’s angry, violent, nothing there is well. You’re outraged and you want to punch and kill, Or someone forces you against your will. These things may be, but if you…
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Two paths in the woods: One beaten down from many steps, The other, a few patches of worn grass. One, the way of party-hardy, The other, healthy and sober. Few find the street and narrow way, But for me, there is no other.
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When my life wanes like the slender evening moon And I’m waiting for darkness to come; I’m waiting for You to gather my essence Leaving my spent body behind: I will be searching my heart. Has my anger turned to passion for truth? Has my hate turned to compassion? Have my fears turned to reliance…
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Suchness, the bitter taste of knowing such a one, a fire burning out of control, consuming everything. The breath, the focus within, perhaps all the fruit is not bitter.
Albino Lizard 