Master of a small craft,
we inland seas.
Our body is our Temple Mount,
and we plus it with reality.
We put it there to show.
How expertly we ride that thing.
We got it down.
It knows us,
bruises to our failings,
and it won’t shut up,
if we simply tell it to shut up.
What’s goin’ on?

Is Spirit realm available? [This line Nithish’s muse, who’s laying beside me listening too]
Why are we so tight in there?
Why can’t we express ourselves?
Well, this poem is about thank you.
It works so well,
and the browser still with the Lord.
I think I’ve got your attention.

Not to the world,
not to the process of the world,
have I threatened a place among them,
pedophiles of the world
who molest children.

Have this money in the bank:
notes on put them in evenings,
the body’s troubles to put on its craft for the day.
We cater to it.
We don’t meet its needs.
We stand around and tell it
it don’t meet our needs.
We are heavily damaged by it.
I can’t do this.
It’s in pain.

I hardly doubt that.
You are not that.
You are here to show you be had.
The body is its own big business.
It grasps us you see,
spends us on its movements,
makes us do its call.
We can get around this.
We can learn ourselves,
have the body an ocean that expresses our Spirit.
We don’t let it rule us,
but we meet it on its boards
in proper time,
and is our heating
that causes death?
I’ll hear you later.

How do we spend it rightly?
If you notice the whole damn world’s doin’ it:
ah, and it’s president of you are safe.
You were sleazy.
You reach up and home lice.
I talked to a talk show host.
He’s when you fail.

And you think you’ve completed your list?
The Lord figures you know nothing of dogs, field, and snow—
infinancy.
You knew why I was asking.
You wanna know just like they are.
The body’s its own mechanism.
It has a lord sheep.
It calls its own name.
It can’t figure out itself,
but it’s wonderfully aligned
with the principle of its keep,
and that is an ocean of soul.

It can climb mountains,
earn God in every way.
It can be aligned with the stars
and become a God-moon.
It can harbor divinity
and last hundreds of years.
It’s evolving into this type
the human body.
Even now there are whispers on its tops
of this great change,
and it can listen down below
to an exceed itself.

We put it on today
unawares of its capacity,
ignorant of its morn,
and we don’t know its origin
and treat it like a deft machine.
It can cast awake
and throw illness from itself,
do away with pain,
and object to the roads of accident,
and deformity and defect
can be gotten rid of
when we learn the ways of seed
and follow the body’s own plan
to begin with.

We can stretch it long through the days
and make it hum and sing
and field variety.
It’s in our voice today.
We don’t know how to keep it there
so it becomes a living thing.
Certainly soup helps.
I’m welcome here—
exercise talking.
But do you know what?
It’s all in the head,
a directed attitude,
a determined faith,
a will applied pressure,
on the body’s substance,
on its lair,
its locations of control,
that brings us to this door.
Inside that door
is monumental change.

You don’t know the Blue Book,
and I’m helpin’ you along,
and I am very happy to.
I am one of them:
my manhood is Earth.
Humanity
this must be our star,
a delivery
to the very nature of Earth,
bear with me,
when we rise to Supermind,
in that distant of our days.
Glory to the world
the Lord has come. [This and preceding line heard sung by a choir, tune “Joy to the World”]
And matter reveals its hidden divinity.

Where do we find the door?
Where do we go from here?
Even in halls of self-control
we are cramped by the body.
It’s loud in there.
Where do we release it to itself,
and it answers nature rightly?
Can it joy to itself?
How high do I go
to land this in the body?
I’m just a moment’s sunlight.
Do I always forego pleasure
for your sake my Lord?
Is it always so dry?
Here we are in the well,
and enlightenment’s satisfaction has not reached us.
What do we do?

And it is here we must lift Earth.
Can you believe sacrifice?
It is transposed upon the world
and becomes the day.
One man’s sacrifice can still bring the dawn.
I can get no tighter than that.
I can hear no message clearer.
It’s where I am,
and it’s what you hear today.
We make our body safe.
We don’t harm the Earth with it,
and we don’t harm our little ones with it,
especially our little ones.
That dog has boy eyes don’t you see,
that cat little girl paws.
Oh my sweet blue Earth,
are you hearin’ me?
Oh my smilin’ green Earth,
listen please.

That’s the nature of reality,
we stay the way for our children.
We stay the way for love.
We go the distance,
and we go to God.
Did you hear me Israel?
Listen, I’m sure if you steal,
it will turn our rooms into a disaster area.
It will end up affecting us all.