I tried to find people of substance to testify with me.
I just heard my bottom line turn not which but for my soul.
“Yeah I’ll be right there.”
He was to make
“me, I don’t care.”
He is at this stage the little boy.
He’ll bring him in in another place,
and that boy cares about his room.
It’s been set up for baby.
Ohhhhhh,
as in
that’s an amazing
fieldwork with the little in the house.
God cares.
He snuck in the lunch.
Yes that was weird:
a sudden host of angels lined the room.

Angels,
when you are in a film,
they see what you’re doin’.
I’m happy about that.
I’m not wrapped in golden chains.
I love the highway.
I love the freeway.
I’m not mindin’ my own business.
I do a lot of lookin’
in the inner chambers of people,
all who’s connected with my room
as they star in their own show—
breakin’ bread together,
and it’s just the outfield in my room.
I put on my clothes.

Now I’m a witness of tomorrow,
and I don’t think you’ve seen that yet.
Look with Dylan.
He’s about to turn two.
I spend the day with him a time or two a week,
really in soft with his mother how to do that.
You walk on tippy toes around that kid.
You let him lead.
You follow,
and you just see him all together soon.
You focus, concentrate, on that kid,
right where he’s developin’,
and the voice come out
“I am so glad you’re seeing me.”

You give him everything he wants
that doesn’t hurt him
or make him mean.
You know you have to
balance this with society’s rules.
It’s what we make them for:
we need a functioning society.
Now what happens when he’s off base,
a naked kid in a mud hole?
Clean dirt don’t mind,
well water,
and there are no snakes and spiders around,
biting insects.
You let him enjoy himself,
makin’ mud pies,
smearin’ mud all over himself,
splashin’ and a splashin’ and a splashin’.

The Rottweiler near him smiles.
She understands mud.
I am making sure he has the freedom to do it.
Money from Heaven,
I love to see him play.
It’s a stadium room.
We are bound by so many witnesses.
I can feel them in my sleeves.
I wanna get at the new creation,
and I see with children we do that.
I study them,
hopin’ to find tomorrow.
I am bound and limited in my time,
and someone else owns that kid.
I can only do so much.

I gave Nithish a brand new room,
for a day,
a kid now 13
I lost last year.
It all crumbled.

The new creation fell apart.
He was reamed
viciously by his parents,
until he lost all his Heaven.
They punished him for his spirituality,
and he lost all sense of it.
He’s told me he has no feelings now
and would like to kill people if he could.
That’s very far from grace,
and I accuse God about it all the time,
the Mother and Sri Aurobindo.

What we did
cannot be repeated in a laboratory.
It’s too much
where we put spiritual influence.
Laboratory conditions can’t copy that.
Because I’m not there,
on the ground,
the kid is just in a black straight jacket,
and I can’t get near ‘im.
I can’t get this across to anyone.
There is no need of me they see.
I’m a foreigner in India,
and that’s all they see.
This is a racial country
I just sit and bleed.
Even if someone would turn him towards me,
I’m a police major.
Write it down
hey I like kids,
and I’ve stepped on their shoes in the past,
and now I know what they need?

It’s a honey table,
and the most skeptical person
would find me right with kids
if they followed me around with one.
I know what I’m doin’.
But I would not like the interference to tell you the truth,
and we wouldn’t be focused on child development.
It would be watching me.
How do I show you this honey dog?
You can’t blame me for tryin’.
I want my boy back
so he can grow up
as tall as his destiny calls for,
and I want Dylan
to be assured I’m there,
and no one will take me away.
These are troubled times.

So we play eggs,
these hot air balloons
I sudden you with
so’s you can see
I’m not red in my room.
It’s a feelin’ test.
I’m givin’ you the means to look in there
wide open feelin’.
A seer would see a honey perch,
laughter and commodity for the child.
I arm there.
It’s not a black bag.

Now what’s the commodity in my room?
It’s soul change.
I’m learnin’ the soul take over,
and that’s the honey for the child
I want them in contact with
so with their souls they stay in touch;
they don’t lose that sweet easiness
that makes them joys at life,
and that’s our leadership with children,
the soul ever takes presence.
Can you find that?

It’s too abstract to you,
or most of you,
or it’s some made-up notion
we force in life’s cupboard.
It’s the contact with life
at its most basic.
It’s what we deal with
as children
that never forgets childhood,
and we love bein’ a child.
It’s what we lose when we grow up
that we call innocence and candor
and silliness and so on.
We lose that touch with our souls,
the sweetness that can forgive everyone,
even if they’ve just whipped your butt.
You remember that?

I’m all about it,
and I meet the souls of children
with my own.
Funny how you do that.
You just be kind with them
and ever present,
as the big dog sittin’ there
that just wants them safe.
That’s what you do with children,
open up their hearts with love
and make them feel safe and special.

Dylan doesn’t respond yet
to anyone
to get out of his own mood,
but he comes when I call,
and that’s what we spent the day doin’.
Self-Absorption do you see that dog sittin’ there?
Luna baby loves you.
And Self-Absorption looks up at me in play
and gives me a smile full of eye contact,
grinnin’ from ear to ear,
and it lights up the sun
and gives me the joy of the world.
And he comes and takes my hand
and leads me to what he wants to do,
and he’s developin’ friendship
and social contact.
We have fun together.

Listen,
you can’t fool an angel.
What’s on with you
when a child is under your care,
when you play with kittens?