Message to Auroville

I have something to show you.
Are you ripe for revolution?
Will I call Satprem's letter?
I will deduce the situation.
You haven't seen it yet.
You're not even looking at it.
You don't know there's a crisis:
will Auroville become or will it not?
All the Aurovillians will still be here
even if Auroville never becomes.
What does that mean?
Aurovillbe became a way-city
for India's population.
Do you see the writing on the wall?
How do I get this across?
I'd tell you in a poem.
It's "Above National Commitments".
It's time-consuming.
Here's somethin',
a product
of human unity at its corners,
and we rush in with "The Iconoclast".
Kind of makes you book smart, don't it?
You've read the Mother.
You've read Sri Aurobindo.
I give it the world,
apply those principles to life,
the number one vacancy.
Oh wow they fit here.
That brings us out into the open.
Is that big enough for you?

A poem by Donny Lee Duke

photos, videos, and music not attributed are by Donny, an all photos and videos except #16 and #17 were shot with a Vivo X60 Pro

The Iconoclast

She wants him.
She has to be insistent.
The project:
dinner serve you and you,
overcome
mortal.
We’ll see ‘im.
Daddy-O,
what is it?
[both above lines heard in Nitish’s voice]
Why do we maintain the system?
It’s everywhere.
You’ve got the title.
Somebody gave me the phone.
Wow, I swung the axe blade.
This is there.
[above line heard sung, my voice, from “The Freedom”]

Society
[vision of clicking my mouse on that word]
figures wrong.
A wolf in the henhouse
you put a pedophile around a child.
Chop it to pieces
divine vision on the subject.

Where do you put the Integral Yoga?
Where it works
a process of integration.
How would Nature handle this?
There are no artificial barriers
between people.
So what’s the story,
is that society’s truest moment,
whoever’s attracted to children cannot be around them?

Where does that bring us?
That kid’s gonna get molested.
It’s the nature of the program.
No subject’s been studied in school,
no desire’s been dealt with,
the child’s or the adult’s.
They’ve just been stuffed.
You’d have just no between them.
Where has this taken us?
And I’ll tell you again:
the number of children getting molested far exceed reported numbers.
Am I gettin’ through?

Where will a process of integration bring us?
We have to work this thing out.
The Mother has taken a pedophile
and done just that.
That’s what you’ve refused,
the issue of this in mankind
the Mother putting in the right place:
that pedophile doesn’t have sex with children.
They bring him around to himself,
and he is to them what they need,
and no one else on this Earth
can attend a kid like him.

You think I’m changin’ subjects.
Nitish is here beside me
among the dogs in bed.
He’s been caressed and brushed aside
to make room for the afternoon poem—
well not completely.
One whole side of me
thrills with his touch.
He’s cellphoning the world away,
and I keep him focused on us just enough
to write his own poems one day.

Now this is not out of my control.
It’s where you want me
if you knew how far this brings you:
human unity’s in the room.

Tried to send me away.
I can assure you
I’m not going anywhere.
You’re got more of an investment here.
Don’t do anything rash.
Have a meaningful experience.
I’ve got a season by now,
numbers enough to fill you up.
Now, how do you know
the right influence?
For the people on the whaling run,
fire and snow.
[both above lines heard sung, my voice, from “Ticket to Eureka”]
Now we can bring pink tablet.

The pink tablet was made for each other.
This is who the relationship stands on.
A psychic being circle,
a street open on the inside explained.
[vision of Nitish in the computer chair on the far left in the picture,
dogs present]

They know each other.
They know each other’s safety.
They know how to handle each other.
They can skip the small parts.
They are into each other’s tongues.

The boy is a talking diamond.
He really gets into speech,
from games to God,
to his hopes and fears and dreams.
They study one another.
They are on each other’s table,
with dogs to mitigate the life force.

It’s all on the table,
the world and God,
the whole universe of sound.
Are demons all on us?
Can you tell me again about the Supreme?
What does a God have to do with it?
I’m counting Supermind
because you said that’s where we’re goin’.
Am I gonna die?
I’ve been so afraid of death
and the end of the world.

You have no idea the cradle that boy has.
It’s all aglow.
We see its brightness.
How do you end it?
That boy grows up.
You wouldn’t kill the kid now
because this is a fitting
you’re not prepared to see.

What is a poet’s mouth?
A diamond in your community.
I’m giving him this smile.
Because it’s unfamiliar to you
don’t think I’ve lost the plot.
I’m a science of a listening ear,
holding down sleep so I can write it down.
What a production this is.
What intricacies of skill.
I’m a craftsman,
my apprentice this little boy,
and he will grow into that.
Destroy him, will yah?

Take the challenge of worth.
Are we really so strange to you?
Are we really that weird?
We are the battlement
of the new human being,
and we’ve been around a long time,
as long as there’ve been pairs in humanity.
You hear that?
We’re normal.
The psychic being is there to keep it clean.

Do you have psychic contact,
or are you just judgmental and sorry?
The psychic being,
do you feel it in here?
And he’s a little drummer boy,
an intimacy of God to behold.
Come,
partake our fruits.
It’s got the sorcery of God.
We’ll show you the world anew.

Talk to her nicely.
Give her more than getting.
I know you won’t believe her.
You’re stuck in worldviews.
Something has passed before your eyes today
that has the world heal on it.
Are you just gonna sit there and say no?

I don’t think the world will come between us.
We’ve got so much going for us/to show for it.
[phrases spoken simultaneously]
We’re good in the pan.
We mark trees with windows
and don’t tarnish them.
We’re alive on time.
Long live the king,
the new boy in town.
That’s Nitish.

A rose She’s giving me,
a new appointment.
That’s my rose.
That’s my wonderful little boy.
That’s my summer rain.
I will make crafts and cookies.
Oh wonderful
I just can’t wait
wouldn’t you say?