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Sunday, February 11, 2007

Bless the Baptists

Bless the Baptists Bless the Presbyterians too Bless all those Truly seeking You. [chorus] We only bless We must confess That All are going home [chorus] God bless the police God bless the CIA Bless all those Who truly serve night and day. [chorus] Bless the Buddhists Bless the Pagans too. Bless all those Truly seeking You. [chorus] [A song and Dance of Universal Peace - in progress] Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, February 6, 2007

The Day Begins With Godshine

The Sun and Moon Greeted each other And my eyes This Morning As we all greeted the dawn. The Heart of All rejoices To Unite the light Of day and night. Be silent! Stand in Awe Of this Awesome Moment. Be Thanks! Now pledge! To be with This Breath Throughout the day, Silently watching It IS! And don't forget To Breathe. © 2007 Shams-i-Heartsong Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, February 5, 2007

Please Pencil Your Thoughts Only

Please Pencil Your Thoughts Only A thought that cannot be erased Affronts the Human Heart. In Its most private, Silent place, God awaits our presence, Closer than our Jugular vein. Sit with Shams Let thoughts drift With no attachment. See through them With the Eyes of the Heart And Be At Peace © 2007 Shams-i-Heartsong Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, February 3, 2007

Tree Bones by Domenic

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Thursday, February 1, 2007

Dragon Stew by Domenic the Dragon Manicurist

http://dragonstew.us From the Introduction: "My association with dragons began by accident- accident of birth. I was born to a lineage of dragon masters seven generations strong, so it happened that I learned these poems and stories at my mother's knee and in my father's shop... As to the appellation "Dragon Master," let me set the truth before you. A dragon's vice is vanity. They come to my father's shop, as they have for generations, to get their scales burnished and their claws trimmed and... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, January 31, 2007

Teach Us to Remember

Teach Us to Remember Teach Us to remember And to Thy Grace surrender. Emptying our ego stuff Your light and love Is enough. Teach us to surrender And Thy Presence, to remember. By Thy light Our path unfolds. Teach us to measure out Our life, Breath by precious breath. And teach how not to fear The price of Life, our death. Lead us on the narrow path The way is ours, alone. Lift us above Our rights and wrongs And gently lead us Home. © 2007 Shamsuddin Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, January 28, 2007

The Required Part

The Required Part Put any role upon me I’ll be there for you. Just don’t ask me to lie. Assign me my part, oh, Mystery. I will not complain. But do not ask me to try. See me how your need wills. I will step out of the way. Do not make me your devil, Dear. Put the needed face upon me, I will smile, anon. Do not create of me, the abuser. Make your thought MY word, But say not, that I am not loving Thee. © 2007 Shamsuddin Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, January 24, 2007

Implement

Implement The Honor of your Light Stand up and Be the One Within this precious, brief moment Who lives in truth and purity. Be the Manicurist of your Soul. Forget The pain and seek the Truth. The moment comes, and all too soon, When corporealness gives out And Spirit soars To join our Ocean Home. © 2007 Shams-i-Heartsong Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, January 22, 2007

How Can I Serve You?

How Can I Serve You? How can I serve you When you see no hope? How I can serve you Is to see your Perfect Self. Even when you only see your pain. So when I seem sharp Or when I seem lame, My Love for you Is yet my refrain Hidden in the guise Of my own inner pain. Rejoice in my caring. Open to my sharing, Free from fear, Heartlight blaring, Bold and daring. I am loving you. © 2007 Shamsuddin Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, January 18, 2007

I Measure My Life in Breaths

I Measure My Life in Breaths I measure my life, Breath by precious breath. Breathing in and breathing out, That’s what Life is all about. When I lose my patient view, To breath observing, I shall return. When pain or hurt present my truth, It is the breath that bears me through. My life giving breath, It presents many forms. This breath, a gift of earth, And this, the fire of Your Love. Oh, teach me, these breaths To number. That wisdom guide this step; Compassion, lead me home. © 2007 Shamsi Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, January 17, 2007

When Hope Is Far Away

When Hope Is Far Away When hope is far away, And darkness rules the day, When all is dull and grey, Turn within and pray. When life is barely hanging on, When beauty is an empty song, When you are so tired You feel no right and no wrong. The light is absent, the love is gone. Look in, rejoice and do not tarry. You are prefect, All is well Your heart just needed This crippling hell. It is the cracks in broken hearts, Through which The Love Shines through. © 2007 Shams-i-Heartsong Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, January 16, 2007

What Can Be Said to This Love Being Bold?

What Can Be Said for This Love Being Bold? What can be said For This Love, Being Bold? What can be said For this Love, Being Old Is Higher and Deeper Than words have foretold. We Praise God for the Light of Truth Upheld by those, unknown, Amidst the darkness of human ignorance. For where light is There may be shadow, Yet it can not prevail. Against the shining of the Light Shadows lighten, Then disappear. Love is the hero of this tale. © 2007 Shams Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, January 15, 2007

The Poem Is You

The Poem Is You The poem is you, Sweet darling. The melody and harmony Are You, Sweet soulsong. The rhythm, the dance, You as well. The masterpiece is you, Sweet heartlight. The brushes, the paint, The canvass too. You are the heavens, You are the earth. You are the death, You are the birth. God is closer than your breath, More vital than your jugular. Shams has naught to tell you, Save breathe! © 2007 Shams-i-Heartsong Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, January 13, 2007

Naked, Next to You

Naked, Next to You To Lie naked next to you Is my heart’s desire To share in silence sacred breath There is nothing higher. You are the goddess in my life. I will serve you well. In life, I dance. In death I fly. In hope I lie with you. So, lie with me In sweet desire Of Hearts requiring Union. Life is much to short To miss this blessed reunion. © 2007 Shamsuddin Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, January 12, 2007

Morning Practice

Morning Practice Morning practice came to me Like a whisper on the morning breeze. I touched, at least, your garment’s hem. The love was awe and the joy, complete. Ah the golden, gentle sweetness of it, The tender embrace, long remembered, Will grace the breadth of this new day. Sign in to see full entry.

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