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“The Acorn” by Dianne Bautch
The acorn grows into the grand oak tree,
not caring if the little sapling
longs to be something else …
a maple, a birch, an evergreen.
It becomes what it was created to be,
what it was meant to be.
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“Poet” by Keith Basar
Throughout human history, conscious or not, we humans are relentlessly drawn towards the magnetism of Holy Love. Of course, this Love could be echoed as truth, life, purpose and so forth. Throughout the ages wisdom texts and homilies have uttered it, stars have glistened it, the winds have harmonized it — combining every life element into an aspiring, insatiable longing to be one with perfect Love.
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"Where is God?" by Rumi
I tried to find Him on the Christian cross,
but He was not there;
I went to the Temple of the Hindus and to the old pagoda,
but I could not find a trace of Him anywhere.
I searched the mountains and the valleys
but neither in the heights nor in the depths was I able to find Him.
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"Freedom" by Keith Basar
Do you know what freedom is?
An exiting of the 'nest of knowing',
a burrowing beyond what is,
soaring into life's uncharted mysteries.
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House of Light by Mary Oliver
"House of Light" by Mary Oliver
“Still, what I want in my life
is to be willing
to be dazzled—
to cast aside the weight of facts
and maybe even…
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"Hitcher" by Keith Basar
As I stand alone on an open highway,
a cool breeze wisps against a single descending tear,
as an accordion exhaling its final sounds.
Emptiness weakens and overwhelms me,
like molten lava being drawn gravitationally
to its climactic end.
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“A Poem” (title unknown) by Maurice Frydman
Heavy with the mud of many lands I was flowing lazily,
Making obstacles of myself out of my unholy accumulations.
Suddenly I awakened to the freshness of endless beauty,
And felt the eternal environment of endless peace.
![Hafiz, Poet and Sufi master](https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5ff86e38dd4cdc650b26083e/1611251302605-ALH2QC00FQ00Z9VFHHAG/Hafiz.jpg)
Hafiz, Poet and Sufi master
Hafiz came along a hundred years later (1320 to 1389). He lived most of his life in Shiraz. He is considered the most beloved poet of Persia, and one of the finest lyricists in the Persian language. He was a devout Sufi. He lived about the same time as Chaucer in England.
He became a famous Sufi master, a philosopher
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“Maddie” by Keith Basar
When I thought I’d never again share space with your kind
Miraculously, there you were.
You made pleasing your pack (our family) a selfless mission.
And my God, that glowing, feminine, molasses pie face of yours
could light up the darkest of days
!["A Good Conversation" by Keith Basar](https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/5ff86e38dd4cdc650b26083e/1652449507698-9U4GV0OOEC0WABGK4J65/Interwoven.png)
"A Good Conversation" by Keith Basar
A good conversation can be quite rare.
Its beauty is its own nature — thoroughly organic.
It springs forth from the deepest soils of our being,
aiding us in peering intricately and panoramically into the secrets of self and the Unknown.