Rubaiyat – Truth & Falsehood Uno


A half-truth is a lie. And a half-lie
Is true enough to dupe the heedless by.
How to discern between the False and True
Is meat enough for all Philosophy.

So what divides the Falsehood from the Truth?
Smooth words persuade and lies present as sooth.
Utmost discernment and the grace of God
Might part one from the other without ruth.

We guess, intuit much of what we know
Then about daily business on we go.
The currents of this world propel us on
And toss us as they will, both to and fro.

Rubaiyat – Death & Life Trio


Though Azrael approach – show him no fear
But wait with confidence as he comes near
And take his hand. For as a kindly friend
He doth lead us to better parts than here.

Thou think Death dreadful? Nay! His beverage drink
Nor fear the grave’s touch. Whyfore should we shrink
The good reward of all who go to God
Whose souls topple at last over the brink?

Indeed – let but our souls fling dust aside
And drop our clay behind. Our spirits wide
Over immortal realms explore and play.
Our mortal lives but this short time abide.

Our very beings overflow from God
Whose own Existence breathed life to the sod
To spring new creatures into life from naught.
How many other worlds has life there trod?

Rubaiyat – Death & Life Duo


From dust to dust. From clay to clay we live.
While living: may our souls find ought to give
To God and one another. Lest we find
Our time has gone: like water through the sieve.

So when I die: plant over me the rose
Whose scented blossoms delight my repose.
And let my mortal clay nourish the ground
While scented thorns my flesh to blooms transpose.

What though Death’s angel greet you in the morn
And ask you kindly sip the mead-filled horn
To pass from earth into eternal paths
Destined for us before we each were born?

Rubaiyat – Death & Life Uno


The earth – comprised of fine, malleable clay
Greets cheerfully the rising of each day.
From such a sod did humankind receive
The Breath of Life, our ancient teachings say.

From clay: was man created and new-born
Arising from the pristine Eden’s lawn
To greet his Maker, having broken free
From that damp grasp – the earthy dust late-torn.

To dust and clay again must man descend
When at the last approaching his life’s end.
His very bones disintegrate and fall
To dusty motes. To this doth all life tend.

Rubaiyat – Eye for Eye


Does eye for eye render the whole world blind?
I think it does. Such revenge thus we find
Shall murder Life itself to vindicate
The passions fatal to all of mankind.

Revenge! Natural as breath inside the lung!
As natural as the cursing of the tongue!
Why do not blessings flow so readily?
Why must the end be as the deed begun?

So must I then suffer on needlessly
The many wrongs heaped up and laid on me?
Can’t I revenge myself by force, or word,
Expose the crime? Bring down the tyranny?

To God! Cry out! Your prayers are not in vain!
Though injustice fall like torrential rain
The Time will come all shall be repaid
And all evil will be a vanquished bane.

When God meets out His final punishment
And Death’s angel from heaven to earth is sent
To seek and punish every hidden fault:
Then those souls doomed to hell will loud lament.