Sufi, the magus’s camel,
was a remarkable mammal,
as at home in a busy bazaar
as alone on a dune with a star.
Balls in bells, nuts in shells, magic in spells, wishes in wells.
John BiccardBroody hens are sitting ducks.
Moody wrens are big dumbclucks.
Rams are taught that thoughts are thickets.
Get your horns caught and it’s tickets.
Days of gaiety – rays of deity. Infinite joy – eternal boy.
John BiccardMots clés eternal-boy infinite-joy
Cherubs fan our foolish fires, filling hearts with mad desires. They prick our pride and haughtiness with quick, angelic naughtiness.
John BiccardMots clés pride angelic cherubs
Get out of bed to a good start with a cool head and a warm heart.
John BiccardBirds of prey and fierce piranha enter not into Nirvana, where are neither thorns nor nettles, only soft and fragrant petals.
John BiccardWonderland with all its palaces can be yours as well as Alice’s.
John BiccardMots clés wonderland
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