a man wearing a red suit and sunglasses standing in a grassy area, photo by Simeon Asenov, Lightning, photo by Mélody P, both on Unsplash, image Gimped by Donny.

Indian spirituality,
can you turn on the lights?
Can you be exhausted?
You are there for the world.
You’re everything,
not just a lonely mountain.
You encompass the world.
It gets bigger in you.
It tells us how to deal with consciousness,
and very few Indians know this.
It’s not their religion I’m talking about.
It’s not the worship of some deity in a temple.
It’s bigger than Hinduism.
It’s much bigger than nationalism.

Sri Aurobindo yoked this to the world,
unfortunately.
An occupied country had him in bounds.
He shed this yoke
Supermind
and love his nation.
Can we falter?
In the spirit of nationalism we can.
Bombs away.

Okay now we have to deal with humanity.
It’s tangible it’s real.
It’s not just an idea;
we’re all here.
It’s not bound by nation or creed.
It’s how we gather ourselves
to do good on earth.
It’s not the soul.
It does not encompass God.
It’s where we begin
to save our planet,
to survive.

Think about it:
you as important as me
in the nation roll call.
Why can’t this happen?
No spiritual vision.
You have to go deep inside yourself to see it,
beyond ego.
It’s not just believed in.
That falters.
You have to experience this.
You have to get there.
How many do?
A handful on the planet,
not enough yet to guide the others,
not enough yet to change
from nationalistic vision,
not enough yet to see us.

You don’t know the value of this vision
of the whole.
I say humanity but dogs are included.
The whole damn world’s there.
You feel fish.
You identify with everything.
You suffer for this.
You can’t live in society
around other people.
They expect you to adopt their enemies.
They expect you to be mean.
A terrible noise
someone sees you with a prostitute.
They think you’re buying her services.
You make no distinction between people.
They all need help.

You can’t grasp this.
It’s too foreign to your concepts
of how to behave in the world.
You give everybody equal time?
You fool.
Oh you have your attractions,
your preferences your paint,
if you’ve seen humanity
in spiritual vision,
and you’ve not yet shed ego.
Hello everybody,
that’s me.

Those preferences,
I don’t just use them.
I don’t just foster them.
They can be used by the grand Creatrix to do Her work,
if you know how to wrap your life around Her,
around the divine mother.
Look I’m Indian
in my questions and answers.
An American said that.
Sri Aurobindo
gives me tools
so I can climb mountains
and give you the word.
We all sit in the lap of the Mother.
This is all play out
dynamic duo.

It makes sense, doesn’t it?
We can put together the world that way.
It comes in spiritual vision.
I’m Indian
in the truth of things,
American
as I handle the world.
See all this word?
It’s not narrow-minded.
It’s not even George.
Gender fluid this is.
Okay I’m feminine here,
masculine there.
I don’t think we understand gender fluidity.
It’s a consequence of spiritual process.
You give birth to your feminine
if you’re masculine
and vice versa.
No genital has to be removed.
No surgery called for.
You are a man
and a woman
in the essence of yourself,
in your ground zero.

I hold this in spiritual hands.
I’ve gotten down to that core
in a rising sea of inner process
and dreamwork.
I didn’t just adopt a belief.
I’m dual,
but it’s okay to be man in my pull.
I am a man
as the world sees things.
Let me fight this
because I identify as a woman?
I don’t think you understand spiritual process.
It goes that deep.
You’re okay in whatever skin you wear,
but it’s taken years to put this on,
no quick fix.

How do you open the inner consciousness?
How to you grow a tree?
You must become conscious of inner process
and dream is just the beginning,
but it’s a way station.
It will get you there
if you keep going.
Lots of hard work and inner concentration.
Your world will suffer some,
your outer being.
To find the balance takes years.
You see the problem:
how hard this is.

Enter the inner teacher.
Who puts together your dreams?
You’re gonna find out.
You’re gonna see deity at play,
your soul,
a world arising,
the thoughts and intentions of others,
a demonic voice and presence,
and all the things that make you tick.
Now the inner teacher is all that and more.
It orchestrates things
to put you in touch with yourself.
It’s inexplicably large.
It sees past, present, and future.
It’s personal to you.
It’s the inner guide.
It’s there all the time,
buried under layers of you.
You gotta get to it.
It’s there.

So this is not a machine,
a spinning matrix of unconscious doing.
It’s not automatic.
How do you find it?
Continue looking
until it dawns on you it’s there.
You savvy?
You hear me?
Let’s keep going.
Let’s not stop.

How can you trust your inner guide?
It’s infallible.
It’s larger than time.
It don’t leave you alone.
It wants the welfare of everyone.
It doesn’t stop at nothing
to get you right.
It’s very beautiful.
It manifests art.
I’m showin’ you what it looks like
when it’s on loudspeakers.
Inner process guide,
you’re hearin’ it.

It will bottom you
all the way to the top.
It will hold your hand all the way to the top.
Can you see it now?
I’m showin’ it to yah,
years of inner process.
You gonna stab me for it?
You gonna do me in?
I did follow him.
I’m all over him.
Something happened.
People are coming in on me.
Are they gonna interrupt?
I can’t do anything.
I’m a sitting duck.
Humanity it’s up to you,
but how do we call your name?
You’ll just delete
everything online
powers that be.
என்னடா?

So vulnerable.
Donny you’re tumble.
What are you gonna do?
You’re just right here for the job.
All this gate,
you think we’re gonna shut it?
Why wouldn’t he inspire?
Yeah sit down I see the world.
You see the world?
12:30 [vision of this on a digital clock]
Yes?
You have to start looking,
all of you.
It’s gonna go through this.
That’s inevitable,
whether you like it or not.
No, not what I was hopin’.
I recorded news.
It’s like this:
objectional voices included.
You’ll see how I got here.

All that big TV,
what’s happened?
You want this term to end.
He’s the man of the hour.
Who is he?
I want you castrated.
By the time he gets at that computer
it won’t be castration that you’re worried about.
Bragg at war,
you know it’s at war.
They handle you.
You keep doin’ what you’re doin’.
You’re not in trouble.
Don’t dally.
Come on,
poet’s progress.
I mean we can’t have you
knowledge just sitting there.

Alright,
I have a solution.
Turn your switch on. [vision of someone holding my laptop a little askew and turning on a switch on it]
That means keep typing.
Okay guitar, [spoken in Douglas’s voice]
it’s just a Mac,
a close-up of syrup.
You are actually good.
It’s time for the bulletin board.
Give this wings.

It’s off the top of my head,
rough note.
I was in school.
What did actually camouflage?
I was blocked in America.
We were told to run,
as the Green Berets had gotten our medal.[1]
No but they threaten you.
We’ll see what they do.
Okay get this classroom online.

The figure we cast in time.
What's your new ID?
I fence towards the One.
The precise figure we cast in time.

[1] I did not win even one of the five runner up awards in a Together We Served themed writing competition with my essay “The Eye of the Tiger”.