Yawn as you snap them Gods.
They wouldn’t know what to do with Themselves
free.
We see Them bound to our lives
in cosmic grooves of fate.
They are larger than time.
They can’t get out of this.
We are prisoners in Their room.
They study us.
They can’t seem to get us right.
We’re a whirlwind
in a thunderstorm,
and They are stillness and delight,
and They control themselves with might.
The clash of Speakers we hear overhead,
They’re around about us now.

We are cosmic poles
in Their existence.
Hear Them call our name.
Hear Them be there for us
to change our natures into man.
If you don’t think you’re an animal look back now,
where you meet nature in a click
that eats up all of nature’s stores,
and then you go to war.
You’re a forest dweller
in the nature of your desires.
You can’t see past get up and go.
The Gods are there on our tops,
guiding us to better cages.
They do not know the freedom of the Infinite.
In a paradox of know,
They stumble upon the Infinite
and stretch it to tin cans.

The Gods they wore,
the bright and start of old.
They can’t seem to find the Infinite
all their knowledge bore.
They cut us in creeds
of certain flesh.
Religion bore that name.
The Gods have bound us
to this.
They are a soliloquy on our tops,
giving us lore.
I can’t find this
improving our lives.
They are a reason against the Snake,
but where they find you biting,
They are blind to heal you.
They just make you stop.
They don’t know the deeper reasons
of life’s coil.

They are not there you see
here on life’s base
encased in matter.
They see us from afar
up close.
They do not understand the knot and waste.
They live out Their lives in splendid heavens,
traveling toward infinity,
the kingdom of God,
all righteousness and wrath.
They sip with us awhile
foundering on compassion.
They are brave and strong
and know not the poison of the fall.
Evil is not on Their lists.
It baffles Them and us.
They chase it out of night.
They battle it with Their spears and helmets
on the patchwork of the universe.

We are Their hope and promise
to principle evil
and grab it by the horns,
a victory for starry Earth.
A seer in his wisdom
has gift the Gods to us,
else we would fall into the Void.
This is not our fate,
but we are beyond the Gods
on our journey home.
They are a regulation and a might
to keep us from starring ourselves,
to keep us from getting bigger than our lists,
to keep us from operating on ourselves
where They are concerned.
They are both a help and a hindrance.
We need Them.
No we don’t.
They help us
get hold of ourselves.
They keep us from going home.

We just changed fate and the world,
without Their interference,
where They languish on land.
We’re here.
They’re not.
Beyond space and time
we write our lists.
The Gods can’t go there,
unless they do as one of us.
That’s a starry role,
fraught with peril,
fraught with mercy.
This is an endeavor for the Gods only
if They want to go beyond Their starry heaven.
We don’t see Them do that
none time soon.
The Earth’s great spiritualization
will see Them incarnate here.
It’s a vehicle of Supermind.

The tallest bond,
this is the engine we’ve all been waiting for.
It’s bigger than the sky.
It’s our next step above,
beyond the Gods.
These are our evolutionary springs
and their destination.
We have broke the bounds of the universe
and come to universal cause.
No cosmic God can figure this.
This is a whole other ballgame.
These are universal bonds
the conditions of the universe find us in.
They prefigure us
to a certain stage.
This is starry night,
and the Gods are our guides
the conditions of the universe impose.
This is our starry prison.

A nursery rhyme is this.
We live on high,
who we are above the universe,
our next prefigured destiny.
The Gods are aware of this.
They are not our goads there.
They hinder us and move us
in Their direction.
This is a starry configuration
we are lost in.
Greater home is ours.
Can you save the Gods?
I wouldn’t even find you there.
The Gods are cosmic hierarchies
permanent in Their heavens,
and They love it here,
all-powerful Beings
with worlds to play.
We applaud Them and move on.

Can you see this?
It’s what we’re doin’ on planet Earth.
We will bring our higher selves here
to inhabit bodies on physical Earth,
our bodies,
in evolution’s slow curve.
Who we are on high
will be who we are down below,
the monumental change hidden in the size of Earth.
We will get there,
and existence will have its heaven right here.
Will you notice this in your room?
It’s starting on our tops now,
and here I am showin’ it to yah
in sudden starts.
Greatness lies wait.
Okay,
global consciousness,
and we’ve found our solution to the room,
present Supermind.

These are the high stakes.
We’re in the water now.
Who we gonna tell?
Come on kids let’s go.
We have a world to feel.
Keeps yah on your toes.
This is the most important
thing to hold onto to:
challenge the window.
We don’t beg each other’s fences.
Here everybody that’s a whole Earth.
The lesson in the window:
through a big difference
we see it all.

Bring in a new game.
How was Earth made?
It has a special core,
the universal core.
How do we evolve what do we evolve?
We can hack other Minds.
Clarity Grace is not just a name.
It’s an power,
one of a kind for Earth.
Kings are not just patriots.
They’re criminals in their own kind.
We should put some cushions under the Earth.
We just dream of a perfect life.
[the above verse Nithish’s muse, my 12-year-old grandson,
what he heard right where mine left off, ending this poem.
He’s named his new Beagle puppy Clarity Grace.]

The universe has hit me,
and we saw it happen
the universe of Nithish,
not quite done.
You’ve gotta figure we’ve got a friend with some God,
the cosmic hierarchies Mother and Sri Aurobindo.
You’ve got to figure we’re in liaison with some God.
It’s the mailman
in a blue truck
open to Supermind
at every pole.