Trace Through Ideas About the City of Human Unity, the Third Read

videos by Douglas, video editing by him, poem and performance by Donny, technical support Mithun, Jana, and Nitish, filmed on a Vivo X60 Pro

The Ugliest Banjo
All we ever do is resurface,
call brotherly love. [both lines heard sung,]
I’ve set the price of stuff.
I’ve set it down on paper,
in digital media.
It was a good voice.
I’ve said it all over the world.
You put lands on that date also.
I’m gonna take my story back.
I took you some
Tamil Nadu.

I don’t know which one’s the maintenance.
I lecture tomorrow,
not the video,
the epiphany,
not the human unity poem,
my arrival in Auroville
a member.

He’s a tough one.
They stare at me.
All I ever did was catch you. [line heard sung]
Is that a paperclip?
Convince ourselves:
everybody,
you don’t
I really got a taste of God.

It’s at the deepest level
the shallow level of life.
It won’t bite you.
It won’t leave you alone.
You just put your headset on.
A blunder
virtual reality.
Look no Bible days.

Process live without student.
I’m three feet up.
I’m a hole in your garden.
I’m there behind you.
Can you smell me?
Can you smell my rose?

Take me out of the picture.
I’d even say why you do it.
What were you saying?
It’s not crap.
It’s Sunday dinner.

All the people not measuring up.
I can’t take it.
Tell me what happens.
He gets accepted by the many.
You thwart him,
and every time he gets up.
He did,
he became enlightened.
That’s what you have done.

I’m not gonna you want.
I’m just gonna be a hole in your community
until it,
I become a member of your community.
I can tell you things
that are just so down to earth they’re needed.
Just gorgeous,
who I am,
the ugly duckling.

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