https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/joab1/poetryhourly12000-01-01T12:00+00:00https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/joab1/610698REDUNDANCY The riddle of life repeats itself in eternal redundancy. Enigmatic in its simplicity, the riddle has been the bane of great thinkers and the chamber door to insanity should anyone dare venture too far without protection. So it is with the poem. One ventures along the corridors of the...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/joab1/610164The story fragments have been removed since I am talking to an agent who has a publisher that shows interest, but he wants a collection of about 10-12 short stories for a book of such stories. I don't know what's going to happen. I need to write two more stories that he will accept. I'm told to...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/joab1/587582A DREAM Late night I found myself as within a dream. And in this dream, I was in a strange and cluttered attic filled with both strange and familiar objects. I came across a most dusty mirror and looked upon its surface. Seeing only dimly my image beyond the dust, and so I used a nearby rag to...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/joab1/586487I'm told this time of year is for a very special reason; a time for cheer; a time for love and hope -- in short -- a transcendental reason. Yet, I listen... and in that space of time...there is destroyed much of the human race. Whom do we blame; where do our fingers point? Who breeds death's...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/joab1/553275Softly I feel the entrance, the "whispered" greeting that always subdues and disarms me. An intake of breath transfers the truth that I am no thing, nothing, and yet all that is, is composed of my nothingness. I will not be discovered by ordinary light; nor those with special lens. Such is not my...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/joab1/536613LISTENING If one truly listens, the sound of a falling leaf can silence the world. joabhttps://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/joab1/535387Enough! Do not demand penance for sins uncommitted; nor flail me with your own conjured thoughts. Enough! I say! Enough! This world that spins before your eyes has dazed you with twirling wonders! Yet, they are but embers from the flame of life, and, as embers, they glow brightly then fade into...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/joab1/534617"FOR ALL THIS WRITING" For all this writing, they paid me with a branch of sugar cane, But all the honey and sugar that flows from my pen is my true reward. Today an angel came to me and gave me some happy news: “When the world is filled with tyranny and violence, We’ll give you The gift of...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/joab1/532204My homage to a great teacher and poet: He was born Shamsuddin Muhammad-i-Hafiz-i-Shiraz. He was and is considered to be one of the greatest sufi poets, ranking along with Rumi and other masters. I will offer more information if anyone is intersted - or go to the net. He is not unknown. He died...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/joab1/531052You who would write of matters of the heart with words inscribed on my soul and etched on my very being; where do you propose to find the secret purpose in your self? And, finally, who shall interpret, the inscribed, sans the scribe?