I Can Touch His Own Feeling

photo by Donny

A poem by Donny Lee Duke

Yes of course you can go beyond man.
I felt the house alone.
I stood there on a bridge of time,
not expecting outcomes.
I just saw reality.
It was frozen bare,
and it challenged me to think
surpassing thought.
I was alone in the room,
and even Nitish was there
and my beloved dogs.
I heaved,
approaching the Silence.
It was an illusive prey.
Infinity stole my mind.
It grabbed me by the Silence.

I was a good day.
I cooked lunch,
did my duties
and took care of the people around me.
They were fighting their own battles
and needed my help.
I stood there and be a friend.
I listened to myself
giving them what they need.
I was withdrawing from time.
I stared at the gates of forever.
I tickled my mind.
It orange glowed.

I gathered myself.
I didn’t have any pockets.
Things were to me on the shelf.
I craved no vital indulgence.
I was tired of the play.
Relaxing it was just to stop my thoughts.
It stood upon a verge of time
unaccompanied by time.
I was in that place where God was
the spectator in the room.
Sri Aurobindo held my hand.
The Mother surrounded me.

I loved myself,
faults and all,
but I was in transit from the center of the room.
I was beginning to smile.
I was beginning to hold water,
reacting less to things around me,
but still a reaction bore.
It was a principled state
that divined the reality of others to themselves.
I felt them Self with me.
I felt them safe with me
reacting less and less.

Still I was hated
in Auroville
and by the yoga.
No one looked at me
with kind eyes.
I understood and did not hate in return.
I continued to send them postcards:
help me
undo being this outcast among you.
It fell on deaf ears.
I was pariah.
Hello?

Great big bold thoughts,
when they looked at me,
gave them pause to think
for one second.
That’s it.
No one would talk to me,
except to brush me off.
I realized the condition of man.
We are animals in nearness to each other,
even when we have our high ideals
and so many rhymes to sing.
When you’re an outcast you see that.

We are stuck in our ways,
and change is a four letter word
when you hit that most basic stuff,
someone’s morality,
their motherland,
their lens with which they view the world.
Can you tell me what changes minds,
open hearts
to what they are closed to?
What a position I’m in to learn that.

Our race is doomed,
and the divine has chosen the wrong race to foster.
Change is incremental and slow,
if it happens at all.
But then I look in my own eyes
and see what’s happening with me.
Oh my God we have a chance.
Oh my God we have a chance.
How do you fill in light?
How do you bring change into the room?
You bring change into the room.
It won’t come any other way.
Okay children?

Reality

photo by Donny

A poem by Donny Lee Duke

In a large distribution gap saw man,
a wide, territorial spree.
A trouble on islands,
they could not chapter this.
They saw each one to blame
but themselves,
or if they saw their faults
they didn’t recognize them in the field of play.
This screamed solution.
No power on earth could stop it.
Everyone saw themselves the leader of the play,
even when no leadership bore.

Listen to me I’m human—
social media post after social media post.
And they all cried:
I’m the development of man;
listen to me.
Nobody was a warehouse
of the exact thing in ourselves we needed to see.
This was how we play ball.
The game itself had no meaning.
We were Earth flat.
Nobody spoke our language
or could write up their own,
but they kept speaking.

Well the only thing I could do was cause trouble
with the abundance of you and I
in such a routine I told you so,
in such an abundance of I told you so.
I don’t think you understand this.
I think we are all spokesperson for humanity,
but what we are speaking we can’t say.
It’s all void of meaning,
not big enough to show the problem.
We nosedive into it
and break apart upon the seas.
It’s terrible inane,
and we can’t get past chapter 1.

Take it upon yourself to show this to us,
and no one sees it.
Everyone is a brick wall
when they need to see something
they don’t want to see.
Can we see nationalism in India?
Can we see Sri Aurobindo?
And we see Sri Aurobindo?
You read the Torah?
If God Himself told you to change it,
would you?
Muhammad’s infallibility,
tell me he’s not
something human.
Kill people because he is,
and that just puts us down.
Everybody see the Son of God?
Everybody see the fatherless God
born from sin?
And that’s how I believe in miracles,
excluding reality.
Are we alright with atheists?
I don’t want God to exist;
therefore He doesn’t.

Now let’s just start with standard room.
I hate bad people,
and they should be punished.
Oh great we saw man,
and wanted us to rub our nose in it.
A holistic reality isn’t a thing among us,
and here we are at where we’re at,
and no one could care less about reality,
and that’s my thought for the day,
where this poem sits in your lap.
Can you grasp inside it?
Can you get behind it?

The Meaning of Christopher Robin

photo by Mithun

A poem by Donny Lee Duke

Every mind scattered.
People lost their feet.
Their hearts swallowed.
It was the season of the day.
It was this creature they saw comin’.
Even a killer we don’t make stink as bad.
He’s the monster we’re all warned about,
as far as I’m concerned,
the vice president
of soon to find out.
He’s an incredibly unwelcome human being.

I know who you are.
You are not the world is watching.
How littler you are—
world teachings
meant for the derelict
and the hole.
I oppose you with my very breath.
I spit in your eye.
You are loathsome to me.
You are the reason we have sin.
Just stand up and sing, will yah,
like you’re a demigod.

This is contemporary
we have an outcast;
we have someone who sins
in the worst way one can today.
There’s Jesus the bastard child.
His society loathed him
because he carried sexual sin
a birthmark.
God was not his father to his villagers.
Now the Gospels make sense.
Does gay matter?
He carried the cross
to all his contemporaries
before the present time.
They hunted him down
and made him suffer hell’s wrath.
Now you think the pedophile your worst enemy,
not understanding the role he plays.

You’ve been indoctrinated for this.
It’s on everybody’s lips.
It’s not who you are.
It’s not even what you’re about.
You’re just succumbing to the time spirit’s rage,
and you mistake world opinion for very God.
Can I get you to stop this?
Can I get you to be human,
the real thing,
someone who mates with divinity?

You’re lookin’ at
the road to healing,
the way a pyromaniac catches fire
with the one principle aim on his list:
keep fire out of harm’s reach.
Imagine the plight of the pedophile.
Do you think he can do it,
give a child what he needs and not sin?
We’ve reached world conclusion
if we can’t bring it all together
and not act out our harmful impulses.

You think I’m a madman don’t you,
taking the guts of the matter
and putting them on the table.
I am that thing among you
shuttling
what will bring us wholeness to ourself.
We have to live with desire.
No one can take it from us,
not even the spiritual path.
Alone with your desire,
my God the pedophile no way,
you dirty rotten bastard.
And the strength of this prohibition
counsels the opinion of every person
except the mature in heart,
and it’s all wrapped up in hate.

Can we count how many pedophiles are around children?
A spooky answer,
you might imagine millions
all over the world.
It’s a bona fide human condition.
Well what’s the way out of this?
We’d have to recover
a whole way of being human,
holistic.
We’d have to be the right answer.
May I introduce myself?
I’m world poem.
I am the poetry
that brings you by the hand through desire
and takes you to the world.

Although it’s of course for a general audience, this poem was written specifically for Rod Hemsell, a founder of and lecturer at The University of Human Unity in Auroville. He’s a longtime member there and an important voice in the community. I posted the following comment on his Facebook page on a post where he advertises his new book of poetry and photography, although the photos are by someone else:

“I’ve sent you material in the past, and you’ve ignored me. I understand that the time spirit, world opinion, especially American opinion, says you must ghost someone like myself. But I would guess you would not call your book an expression of the time spirit, of world opinion. It’s talking about oneness, the Self in all, not surrendering to jealousy, hatred and fear. It’s precisely here I make my point. I doubt you will talk to me kindly and openly, but you would at the very least read my poem?

I’ve watched two videos of your new book, and I will tell you how what I’ve seen and read strikes me. I think the poetry is good, but it’s not something I can get my hands on. By that I mean it’s high thoughts and feelings, ideals we want to live up to but almost never do, a hypocrisy your poetry speaks about. It’s not down to earth, as much as that seems to be your aim in using the photos you’re using. The photos are beautiful, but I think to express the meaning of the poem they could be more human and less raw nature. I would ask about the inspiration of the book, whether the lines of the poetry came whole into your mind via the inner voice, or did you have to compose them, however much you felt to be under the rush of inspiration. And the photos, did your inner vision choose many or any of them to use with the verses?

Whether or not your poetry comes via the inner voice I don’t know, but I want to show you a poem that does, where much of the media used also comes from inner vision. It’s different that most anything being written today called poetry. It’s also different than the poetry of the past, as it’s an expression, in my opinion, of the muse of poetry today. And it’s written by someone who has learned to receive inspiration in the manner the poetry school of Sri Aurobindo teaches, if I may call it that, speaking of The Future Poetry and all that. What’s really different about it is that it doesn’t speak a level above everything but speaks right here where we’re at. I’m leaving a link to the poem I’m describing: https://harms-end.com/2022/07/24/trace-through-ideas-about-the-city-of-human-unity-the-fifth-read/

He deleted the comment. I wrote the poem before I discovered that, or I should say my muse did, as it could see his reaction without the aid of the five senses. I’d really like him to read this poem, if not also the one I sent him a link to, hence this explanation of whom it was written for, and I’d really like the reader to see the brick wall I’m facing.

A Poetry Speaks

photo by Donny

A poem by Donny Lee Duke

I’m soul.
I have looked in the mirror,
and I’m writin’ about it
every time I write it down.
This is not made-up speech.
It’s all I can do to write it down.
I’m a science of writing it down.
Whole and readymade
the lines come.
That’s all that I can say.

Would you excuse me a minute?
Here I am listenin’.
It’s explodes upon your inner ear in silence.
I mean you don’t let the mind touch it.
Hear that speech?
It’s one and the same
with hear everybody talk.
How wonderful, common, and ordinary.
I’ve raised the halls of speech
a metaphor in waiting.

I go down Moses
to the radio land.
A certain boundlessness sets its edge.
I basketball this to you.
Have you found my meaning yet?
That’s all I’m worth?

I meet the pages of your dream
with my speech.
I illume mind this to you.
You hear it in your court
a symbol sound.
I symbol this to you
how big that sounds.

Chase me off will yah?
I’m huntin’ the universe symbol God,
a poet’s lair.
The dream speech
symbol God.
Is that the rise of the universe?
A poet’s meaning clear.

The expressive word,
has it dawned on you yet?

This poem was written for the American magazine Collaboration, A Journal of Integral Yoga in response to their Winter 2021 issue that focused on poetry, publishing many poems by people involved in our yoga. The poem came unbidden after reading the issue, and it was clear what it was for, Collaboration, and I guess my muse, the agency of the Mother and Sri Aurobindo being the ‘over-editor’ thereof, wanted to give an example of a poem from the Sri Aurobindo school of poetry, if I may call it that, where a poem is received from the overhead regions or the soul via inner listening. I’ve submitted to them multiple times, especially over the last couple of years, never getting a poem published, half the time not receiving a reply. Here is the content of two emails from May of this year where I query for and receive a reply:

“Three months ago I submitted “A Poetry Speaks”. What is the status on that submission? If it’s a no go, I have some questions. My main question, are you mad at me? Have I been blacklisted? Will you ever forgive me? Are you consulting the Mother? Maybe next time.”

“Hello Donny,
I’m sorry to tell you that your submission isn’t quite what we are looking for at Collaboration. Thank you for thinking of Collaboration.”

Former times when I did get a rejection notice, I was told my poem wasn’t about the Mother and Sri Aurobindo, or when a poem or poems were, meaning mentioning our teachers by name, that it didn’t fit them, and so I wanted to know what the real deal was, the true reason, and if it I were wasting my time submitting to them. Hence my query. That was my last attempt to submit to them, and I stopped submitting to literary magazines years ago. My muse has some things to say about this process of trying to get my poetry out there, which appears here as a verse, but it’s not a poem, just some scattered lines I heard, some lost, as I lay listening from dawn on this morning.

He drive a force of nature.
From the letter in my throat,
the swan about the offering.
I really wish you'd understand.
You and under...
understand.
It appears to me I've been unfairly held in detention.
I've waited so long. [heard sung, song "Two Tickets to Paradise", sung by Eddie Money]
I guess I reminded them of my immorality in my ethos.
Hidden and ancient don't mean the same thing.
They don't.
Donny Denver miracle,
we never die.
Sunshine on my shoulders. [heard sung, song "Sunshine on my Shoulders, sung by John Denver]
Taken down to the police station,
the threat always hanging over my head.
He's left things dead all over the outside—
rejection.
How do I get into Auroville?
Last time like this time
I just have to wait.
How soon to Auroville?
One day it will be.
I've got two tickets to paradise, [heard sung by Eddie Money]
for the reader and for the yoga.
You think you're really something.
That's it for tweets.
A child is born in New York City,
get up,
get up more.
One of those sponge thingies
gets a hold of my poetry.
This is a good place
for a stick up.
Have a good evening.
Don't even tell yah they've been in your wallet.
Here to help
harm's end.

The Well of Human Unity

photo by Donny

A poem by Donny Lee Duke

Goin’ through the tunnel of a poem,
I sit here and write to you.
I puppy every morning.
That’s a little boy I get off to school
or get ready for the day.
Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed no,
he’s a bear.
He’s difficult to deal with
in the morning times.
I just do my job.
Stand around and baby me!
Hold that thought while I iron your uniform.
J.A.R.V.I.S., mach 4!
And on goes the uniform.
It’s a rush to get him off to school.
And there we go.

I really like my job.
I don’t get annoyed too easily.
I’m giving the world its fresh morning start.
I’m giving God his clothes for the day.
That boy gets my full attention.
He’s my special project.
What does he think about it?
You’d have to see it believe it:
he just wants to be with me all the time.
What do I give him that other people don’t?
I give him the bell role,
and he sure makes use of that bell.
I am so delighted to be in his presence.
I cherish him
a devoted man,
hang on his every word,
well almost,
and just shower him with attention.
We’re not always there.
So much time we spend alone
doing our own thing
in close proximity.
Even now he’s on the computer
a few feet away.

Why do I give him this attention?
I can’t give you a label that fits.
Nothing I can call myself works.
Pederast, pedophile, boy lover,
I think you’d think of sex.
You don’t understand.
I love him
in that special way you love boys
when they embody to you your other half.
Let me explain.

I think we all desire union
with a person to fulfill ourselves.
It’s not always the opposite sex.
I think you’ve accepted gay and lesbian unions,
although some people still have problems with the sex.
Well here we are with a boy
representing my opposite half to me.

Okay put God there
you tell me offended by the relationship,
and that’s what I have done.
The boy’s not God for me.
God’s lookin’ at me through that boy.
Now imagine if you really saw this.
I’m not there to harm him, am I?

Granted,
it’s not easy to sacrifice sex and the romantic squeeze.
You do it because you have to.
You love that boy.
You love humanity,
and God you love,
and you don’t forget you love yourself.
Now tell me love can’t do it.

It is stronger than your hate,
what I’ve had to overcome to sacrifice sex,
your hatred.
You’re the biggest obstacle a pedophile faces
in making it right with children.
You can’t even see this.
Sitting in your buffered self,
you can’t see your hate reach the world.
Consciousness is to you a byproduct of brain,
and the hidden consciousness we all share,
you just deny.
A bubble’s worth,
it means no more.
Are you following me?
Now what do we do with pedophiles?

Now tell me love isn’t strong enough
to get them to love kids right.
You are so mistaken with your animal impulses.
You give hate the day.
A pedophile has a purpose if he could be made right.
Let’s grasp a little boy by the horns.
He needs a lot of focused attention,
and no not every pedophile would have one,
and I don’t know how many little boys need a pederast at their side.
Soul manages things,
and we’ve got so much to learn to let it do that.

I’ve made a beginning
to give you this example,
the making of a poet.
Will you hear me?
Anyway here we go.
Let's book ends meet.
He's in patterned straights.
He has the divine attention.
I just look after him.
The divine attention melts
into that he is a poet.
I keep him open to that line.
That's my job with him.

The logic of a poem,
it’s clear on certain things.
Let’s play with boy love, shall we?
Every boy has potential
to be something worthwhile in this world,
I mean in human stakes,
raise our integer.
I’m sorry girls too,
but that’s not my discussion today.
You think I’m talking fame.
I’m talking make us a better people,
and many are unknown who do that.
Now where do we bring the boys along,
the ones who have that mark
of adding meaning to our lives?
Why not a pedophile brings them,
not barring other people can?
I don’t think you know the meaning of pederasty
as an ideal mentoring us along one boy at a time.
You imagine only sex.

And where do we take this vehicle from,
in its proper form,
what brings humanity closer to itself?
Have you ever heard of human unity?
No believe me you have not.
Every area of human life
has to charge itself to human unity.
Every perversion has to find the divine purpose behind it.
This is not a communist manifesto.
God is the unity of all,
the God that brings oneness
as the guiding principle of our lives.
It’s a process of soul.

All our ships will have to be recommissioned.
Every institution,
marriage, family, law and order,
and all our means of employment,
has to produce human unity to survive.
It’s a lofty idea.
Put in practical terms it means fundamental change.
The very engines of society have to change.
Anybody who they are by nature
will have to be dealt with
in the light of human unity,
the most perverted,
and it’s there we reach harm’s end.

Nothing is done we prepare in school.
What would it be anyway different?
Look who we are
and match with that who.
Perfection comes from both of them,
the creature of the world
and the creature of God.
Bruno!
Ideology
can’t put up with this,
someone dangerous.
I don’t think an annual wait would work.
You would have to show them
the way of life to change.
Oh my God experimentation,
how you have to do that.
That means it can’t be a national field,
set about by its laws.
It means overturnin’ bein’ human.
I’m there with a camera
right in your argue belt.
We’re almost there,
where you see my contribution.

Individual's place power,
look at this.
I’m talking to you today
the very thing I’m talking about.
How do you propose this?
Well can you think of better circumstances
for human unity to come waltzing into the room,
when the lights of human unity Auroville are almost out?
The city will still be there
even when human unity is not
where it is taking itself.

You want Auroville the city of the status quo,
government-run Auroville.
You’re not going to produce the new human being.
No radical shift in consciousness there.
Rules cannot arrive at human unity.
How we’ll have to overcome consciousness,
all these formations of ill will floating around.
Tell me the outer process sees this.
It takes an inner revolution
overturning society’s ways.
We need circumstances for that.
We need Auroville.

And there you are in Auroville
arguing for land this and that,
ecological green, the keys to the office, what have you.
Something more fundamental’s at stake.
Can you see where we’re at?
We’re at the very crossroads of the city itself.
Who’s taking over,
the ordinary way of life or human unity,
and who will Auroville produce,
just more people or the superman?
It’s time for you to decide.

The Indian government can’t do it.
It will just produce the Indian government.
It has no means to outgrow itself.
You’d need a charter that says what it needs,
and we go from there.
You have the charter in your hands
the Mother wrote.
To listen to superman,
he's always on time.
Where are you gonna get a map?
Look right here.
Can you see the way?
If you're like me,
it'll take  you awhile to see it.
And another little baby child is born in the ghetto. [heard sung, by Elvis]
There's just so much at stake,
and we need to hurry.
So race to human unity on itself.
Alright news, listen.
Cause man help.

The Waking of Pontius Pilate

photo by Donny, gimped by him, middle painting “Plato’s Cave” by Lalita Hamill, others source unknown

A poem by Donny Lee Duke

Read the stories around the area.
Read Mcdowell Christian’s story where he says he’s gay.
He’s been made a knight of honor
by the press.
Even Anglican bishops compromise over him.
No way
you’re gonna laugh his book to death.
You’ll make him the star of the show.
Oh my God his struggle brings you to tears—
the narrow-minded people along his way.

Woke agenda,
this is the story today
in our Liverpool.
Good God almighty great balls of fire, [heard sung]
everybody’s mean, you know it?
I think you’re too woke to see this:
how you have to have some disadvantaged marginalized people to kick around.

It’s not sufferin’ you’re lookin’ at.
You’re lookin’ at what’s easy to look at.
You won’t even look at the pedophile
except to hate his name in public.
It’s socially acceptable to kick him around,
enjoy watching him killed.
Can you say the word spaz?
How sensitive to people’s pain you think you’ve become,
those of you writing words out of our lexicon.

Wait a second,
will you throw me a line?
I’m writing the poetry of the world and nobody reads me,
and I am more outcast than Noah.
I sit in my house and write these poems to the world,
and all you read is the scarlet letter P,
and my poems do not get passed around.
I’m just a dirty creature with fangs.

Come out, come out, wherever you are
the woke person truly there.
Feel my pain.
My whole family’s disowned me,
those blood ties you celebrate so much.
It’s not a real joint.
I’m not even allowed to be alive
if you study the fine print in the news.

Now let’s talk about miracles.
I’m not a monster you know.
I’m so bright and shiny it’s not even funny,
and here I am talking to you.
Where is the thought police?
Why hasn’t cancel culture canceled me?
Years I’ve been on the road
a social media page.
Come on let’s get real.
I show you what woke really means, don’t I?

And I’m not talkin’ about racial politics,
sexual identities,
and all that jazz.
Do you see reality or the agenda you wear?
Do you even remember your dreams?
I’m a laughing stock.
I’ve seen reality outside of the cave,
and I know more than shadows
along the wall.

I’ll tell yah about a story
about yourself.
Football yourself,
Mr. Davis,
all in love with divinity. [heard sung]
Television ran out.
A hillbilly question:
is God really the nature of the universe?
Taste the Sugar.
You want it now.
You are the Sugar you see.

Mode of vehicle does not determine birth.
Identity politics,
where is this vision free?
What’s your contribution?
Is it for the whole race?
You have marginalized me to the nth degree,
and I sing your song.
I am all about your meaning.

I have a question.
What do they call
a bit more
than the alphabet among us?
Poetry it’s been explained to you changes the world
or at least has impact.
When they’re not supposed to be there,
we’ve become so blind,
poems come to open our inner sense,
and now you’re reading mine.
Will you allow me in my meditative friend?

Sri Aurobindo Birth Cemetery

from Twitter

A poem by Donny Lee Duke

Tear the whole thing apart.
I’ve been writing all of my life,
over a lifetime’s hole,
the orange and white.
I shake my hips and sing.
Some call me indecent.

Do penises shame?
Do they dance and sing?
It's so down to earth your control program:
nice and cool
leave the boy alone.
We can get over matter.
The most gorgeous boy in the world’s layin’ beside me,
and I’m writing a poem.

Now where do we do business?
That goes there. [vision of a TV screen in snow static]
Walkin’ to Sri Aurobindo’s birth anniversary.
I live it down.
All this interest he’s generated is not sincere.
I don’t know how to tell you this:
he’s clickbait.

Grab his pants will yah?
I’m awfully strong.
I feature in lit fests,
in everybody’s alter ego.
I liberated India
and will the superman bring.
I am bigger than the world,
but I’m only in Indian subcultures:
tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet.
We put the energy abounds,
the mesmerizing of a name.

Okay take him apart.
Where would we put him?
I don’t think we can find him
in his early quotations.
Do you know the fullness of his thought?
He wasn’t a barnstormer.
He wasn’t even a nationalist in the end,
where so many put him.
He got bigger than stars.
Would we say Supermind is an Indian thing?
He’s callin’ the shots
for the whole damn race to change.

So pigeonhole him
the nationalistic spirit.
Be a lie unto yourself
because you vote for Trump.
I’m sorry, I’m crossin’ lines.
Can we say Trump’s Modi?
They’re not identical twins.
It’s a time spirit phenomenon
all wrapped up nice and pretty.
Nations are heaving with nationalism.
Hear India?

I don’t know which one there is victory or defeat.
I’m not a time spirit reckoning.
I just came to say Sri Aurobindo
is not a nationalistic voice.
He saw Supermind on earth,
and that was his evolutionary aim,
and that’s what he showed us
much better than we think we saw.
You’re all wrapped up in particulars.
Let’s look at the Sun, shall we?

I think he built a bridge
from here to there,
there beyond this field of stars.
It’s bigger than the universe,
even if you don’t understand it.
I’ve studied there
in one great big moment of my life,
the only way you can see there:
be there.
I’ve offended everybody I know.
It’s not that you believe me;
read me
and tell me I only know here.

Now can we get past a name?
They trip us up every time.
Okay put a pedophile in Supermind
for one sudden moment in life,
and we’ve found a way out of name.
You got it.

Love Is

photo by Nitish

A poem by Donny Lee Duke

A spread of humanity
in Indian business,
that’s the way.
Everbody’s calling cards,
their race card,
caste or religion.
I’m tellin’ yah the direction is up.
We’ve been clannish too long.
Hear what I’m sayin’?

What would govern us?
Some say love it is a fountain. [heard sung]
I can only quote love,
give it divine wings.
It’s the psychic fire in us
recognizing the unity all is,
and with this soul lamp
we will argue in favor of God.

It’s not the God of Hindus,
however many you may count.
It’s the Supreme in each of us
bearin’ out Its world.
I can light the fire
in my own soul’s keeping,
in the middle of my own life,
to bring God closer to me
when I see your face,
in any face I see.

This is not popular.
It’s not the rule of the crowd.
It’s God on earth my friend
manifesting His reality among us.
We need to get over the divisions among us
in our heart’s call to the world.

Can you see this in India
and still love India,
and still be a Hindu, Muslim, or Sikh?
Does God count rainbows?
Each one is His smile upon the world.
Tell everyone
God’s on earth you see.
That’s the epiphany.

I was born yesterday,
and I’m pushin’ the envelope now,
a foreigner
just blinding speaking his piece,
a foreigner causin’ trouble;
would you handcuff me this way?

Let me make myself clear:
God I love you,
I’ll put it on the freeway
and drive that idea across country—
and keep your eyes on the roadway at all times.

The Dream Company episode 16

photo of us by Jana, of space by NASA, ESA, CSA, STScI and Judy Schmidt, gimped by Donny

About which live squares
podcast,
a heavy metal band,
the systemized self,
incredibly romantic,
a space odyssey,
the pressure in the room,
the thing in the room.

How do they hit their faces?
Incredibly honest—
let’s just pull our pants down and show everybody, shall we?
Nobody’s discovered it yet.
It’s only a matter of time.
It’s comin’.
It’s on the way.

Everybody dreams,
whether you want to or not.
Interpret your dreams,
that’s how you learn how,
pullin’ your ears up to their podcast.
Tennis anyone?

Listen to episode 16

Midhun starts the episode with a vision where Donny was his ‘blue friend.’ Then Douglas’ shares a dream related to female genital mutilation. Next Nithish shares a dream where he had more contact with our deceased Rottweiler Lisa. Afterwards, Donny shares a dream where he experiences a powerful one-pointed aspiration for spiritual transformation. Lastly, Nithish shares a dream where he was Spider-Man.

Here are links Douglas said he’d include that give examples of our shared field of consciousness:

“Picking Up on the Stanly Cup”

“I Volunteer a Dream”

Trace Through Ideas About the City of Human Unity, the Fifth Read

photo by Donny

A poem by Donny Lee Duke
but performed and illustrated by all four members of our sadhana circle/dream group,
the others members being Douglas, Mithun, and Nitish

[note: Internet Archive videos, which comprise a number of verses, play better if you press play and then pause the video and let it buffer sufficiently before pressing play again, and, if you want fullscreen, you need to click on the Internet Archive icon and go there and click on fullscreen. I realize this slows reading the poem, but vision told me to change from YouTube to Internet Archive because of Indian government censorship.]

photo by Donny

video, video editing and song by Donny

photo by Douglas

photo by Luis Fernando Felipe Alves on Unsplash Crow on the site where it was the barrack 23 at the Dachau Concentration Camp

video by Douglas, video editing by Donny, Watch “A Poet Speaks” to understand video’s context

photo by Douglas

gimped by Donny (in the vision that showed me this image, the wave painting was the Japanese painting of waves in the front room of Sri Aurobindo’s quarters, near where the Mother’s chair sits now, across from the little room they gave their last darshan in. The ashram authority in charge of his quarters would not allow me to photograph the painting, and there is no copy that I could find. And of course I saw the Mantrimandir in the vision and not the model of it, but I did the best I could to manifest the vision into an image you can see.)

video and video editing by Donny, watch “A Poet Speaks” to understand its context

photo by Donny

video and video editing by Donny, watch “He’s Markin’ the Pitter of the Universe” to understand its context

videos, video editing and mantra by Donny

photo by Nitish

photo by Donny

photo by Donny

photo by Donny

photo and video editing by Douglas, mantra by Donny, sung by he, Douglas, and lead vocals and guitar by Mithun

photo by Donny

photo by Donny

photo by Mithun, watch “Nitish 9 to 10” to find the Easter egg

song excerpt (“Turn Around Soul”) by Donny, videos by Nitish and Donny, video editing by Douglas

photo by Donny

photo by Donny

photo of Earth by The New York Public Library on Unsplash, video by Mithun, song excerpt (“Ticket to Eureka”) by Donny

photo by Donny

photo by Douglas, gimped by Donny

a still from the trailer for the 1953 film The Beast from 20,000 fathoms, public domain

photo by Donny

photo by Donny

photo by Douglas

video and video editing by Donny

photo by Donny

photo by Donny

photo by Donny

photo by Nitish

photos by Donny, gimped by him

photo by Donny

photo, video editing, and mantra by Donny, sung and played on the guitar by Mithun

video of Hanna and Gandalf by Douglas, photographs, mantra and video editing by Donny

photo by Douglas

videos and song excerpt (“Ticket to Eureka”) by Donny

photo by Donny

Photo by Donny

video by Douglas, video editing by Donny, watch “He’s Markin’ the Pitter of the Universe” to understand video’s context

photo by Nitish

photo by Douglas, gimped by Donny

photo by Donny

photo by Donny

photo by Nitish

photo by Donny

photo by Nitish

photo by a kind, young, Indian American woman from Pennsylvania, Arty

photo of the street by Nitish, of Donny by Douglas, gimped by Donny

videos and video editing by Donny (with Douglas’ assistance), song excerpt (“Beauty’s Reign”) by Donny, sung by he and Mithun, Mithun lead vocals. Watch “A Rabble-Rouser” to understand video’s context.

photo by Mithun

1st and 4th photo by Douglas, video by Mithun, video editing by Donny (with Douglas’ assistance), song excerpt (Beauty’s Reign”) by Donny and sung by he and Mithun, Mithun lead vocals and flute

photo by Douglas

photo by Donny

photo by Donny

photo by Donny

photo by Douglas

All photos and videos by us were shot on a Vivo X60 Pro

Above National Commitments
It took a few a times before I finally got it right,
inspiración de la Auroville,
inspiration Auroville.
He eats the city.
They know him for a stain on their rug.
He’s before your eyes.
He looks like a partner.
I read a novel.
It’s on our radio page today.
She survives the situation
national treasure.
You just keep goin’ with those inspirational quotes.
It’ll take us to repair the hole in ourselves
at the level you are:
blow up the math, will yah?
There is so much to a poet speaks.

To the strong business.
You’re a test of some lost positions.
How many angels can you shake on the head of a pen?
The divine does not take place.
A divine intervention in divine matters
is no longer possible.
Auroville is an ordinary citizen.
Auroville is not the center of a world happening/event.
Auroville is not the center of a divine event.
The Mother does not have pupils.
The Mother is dead and gone.
The Mother no longer cares.

Where would you put pedophiles on the list?
The Mother has no business with them.
Human unity would exclude them.
The Yoga doesn’t work on them.
Throw them away they’re useless.

Are we counting now?
Millions we’ve just thrown away.
Terrible genocide.
How many would you want dead?
You are the chosen people?

Take a pedophile and throw him away.
It’s his position the divine has chosen
to put human unity in Auroville’s eyes.
Just take a moment and figure that out.
Who doesn’t this touch?
It goes all over the city.

Now let’s blow up the city,
putting its own master plan against it.
Oh man that’s mean.
I’m not going to count Auroville
a city of human unity
or even a new civilization.
What a crown jewel for Indian achievement
showcase tourism.
Never mind human unity,
this is what we want,
a Hindu national treasure.

Am I the only one seeing this?
Chop me to pieces, will yah?
I’m seein’ the Matrimandir
the Hindu temple of Indian tourism.
Never mind the city.

The stage is clever.
Imagine their rose,
their psychic being.
The sixth sense
is a survival guide.
Voice and vision,
which is also your voice and vision,
is a helicopter.
Can we see the ground floor?
I’m showin’ Auroville’s property
is in danger of being removed
and placed into national hands.
Do you read me over?

I’m seein’ from above
the little man land grab.
Come on confront the Auroville Foundation.
Is one of them the little man’s servitor?
Is this their agenda:
Auroville you national pride?

You want the Indian government out of Auroville,
believe me.
There’s no way to human unity through it.
Hear what I’m sayin’?
Someone with Auroville status could live here indefinitely,
is that so hard to believe?

Auroville can stand on its own two feet
if it grasps its plan:
produce Auroville
the city of human unity,
the cradle of the new man.
How far you from this?
Exactly.
Now you know how the wolves come in.
Have you heard me yet?
You get what I’m sayin’?

Don’t let the wolves come in.
You broke the principles.
You are a lasting sore spot for Auroville.
Order now
our loyalty to your pen?
Black
horrible creature
get out of here.

Luna
can stay,
your little doggy pal
Miss Rottweiler.
You think we wanna see you?
At least we agree on something:
she’s beautiful.

Oh my community,
how do I find you?
What do I do to be among you?
There has been years of counting my mistake.
I understand why you hate me.
I understand who I am
in society’s vision.
Can you please forgive me?

I am truly sorry,
really I am.
Did a five six thousand dollar alternate kitchen.
Auroville I’m baking for you.
You hear this on your brow.
Hear nothing.
Why on a credit
must we believe you?

My good people,
check out an hour
of my poems and videos
and tell me I’m a useless human being.
Unexpected woe from human beings
can be made right by them.
We bring good out of the chaos.
I am that light among you.

Luna
is a Rottweiler,
and yet she is so sweet
it would make you want to kiss her.
I did that,
hours and hours of daily attention.
She’s my puppy dog.
She’s wonderful ain’t she?

And there’s Nitish,
whom you know
from social media,
a bright boy in the Mother’s own handwriting.
He’s my boy,
my little boy.
Why we’re making it, come on.
Did you took Dr. Hug?
Not abused.
My army
give him service.

I see I’m freak
nobody touches.
I’m a strange man.
Find it gift to bring pa-rum pum pum pum.
[above line heard sung, tune “The Little Drummer Boy”]
I’m serious.
I write poetry.
I really do write poetry,
and I am a seer look and see.
Has it dawned on you yet
I am in more homes than me.
Pay attention.
Rottweiler newest function
here I am.

It’s very much a part of the movie.
The magic and special effects is part of it.
It is your choice whether to accept me or not.
[vision of a little Mexican boy with a military style, dark blue shirt on that had many fancy, silver buttons and medals all along the front of it]
I’m yours to choose.
Choose wisely.
I still can’t find Guanajuato
audition human unity upon itself,
but my fellow Americans,
look up.

I’m sorry baby dog,
I really put your teacher out there.
I am a fryin’ in the pan.
Anybody—
unbelievable.
Anyway,
here I go.

Here have an apple.
It’s made from immortality wine.
Come on inauguration,
he’ll inaugurate you.
That’s your interest in the United States;
I put a puppy there.
The effort to show human unity to itself
and his last words.
Imagination,
it happened
right now.

I don’t have unlimited land.
I don’t.
I’d just like to live on your street,
be an Auroville resident,
you know?
Give somethin’ good to Auroville clean—
you know I’m up here listenin’.
The Dali Rama bout,
Pierce Peterson,
would destroy neutral stars.
Get your act together,
you know?

Goin’ back to the 60s,
man good evening.
I have log
love Integral Yoga,
top design.
You ever seen anything like it?
I was there
give to friend
how do Yoga.
I gave you poetry.
Can’t you see it’s the yard?
Kill me huh?

Do your test:
I’m the left side of man;
punish me I’m wrong,
or remove your moral lens,
understand me in divine values,
and give me your friendship?
What does bow down in spirit mean
to the wretched?

Do you know what happened?
When you go to attack
who’s done evil in our midst,
you’ve trampled on the Yoga
and completely disregarded human unity.
Sure it’s hard
not to act like an ordinary citizen.
It doesn’t help though.
You see the world we live in?
How human unity is that?
It could be
you’re all here for that purpose:
a lighthouse
there you are for man.

A plan:
do the Yoga.
How else will you integrate the world
in all the wonder,
in all its triumph,
in all its terrifying abysses,
in all of its ugly feet,
in all of its harm?
I still love you,
and this evening,
I’m right here,
and I’m right here for you.

I’m as wormed about this as you are,
and you can see human unity
isn’t the deepest thing among us.
It’s surveillance stars.
That’s not the name of the Moon.
A heavenly body is in account for its object.
Can’t we have one idea the limit?
Andrew Person in the bubblemobile.
I am next of kin.
I don’t know how to get around this stumbling block:
what idea can carry the whole?
Take my ears off will yah?

One person in charge
the next street over.
I just can’t get any bigger than that.
Do you see the restitution?
I’m godawful sorry
I haven’t measured up.

We’re in a vortex you know.
I’d call it a dream but that name’s taken,
a stage but that name’s taken too.
We are not the whole McCoy.
Our symbol acts symbol Self.
Don’t get all wrapped up in it.
It’s a makeshift reality.
It’s a way station reality.
It’s not there we are.
It’s a way with words
to come out of this shell we’re in.
You hear me folks?

Block me will yah?
That’s the tune of the ages.
And here we stay
a little animal in a little world
unhinged upon itself.
Quote some great man to feel release,
and we think we’ve said it.

I make pre-court piled before the judges.
I hope you heard all that.
And I call it a dream—
a meaningful tale
that won’t let you rest
till you tell it right
in that corner over there too.
Did I please all the Gods?
It’s that center of the circle thing,
and I sure hate the fact it’s not me.
You hear what I’m sayin’?

I’ve been asked by the winner
to write the poem,
guided me,
my most complete inspiration.
Physically speaking
write the poem.
What shall I do,
ignore Sri Aurobindo?

I’ve been asked by the Mother to write the poem.
She’s behind all this.
She’s speaking for Auroville.
She’s the image behind it.
Now what do we do,
refuse Mother?

And here we go,
I’m in trouble.
I’ve spoken out against the government of India,
the people that bake the place,
and I’ve spoken to spoil their plans.
They will have my head.

You can’t speak up in a democracy
that wants total control of its citizenry.
You can’t speak up at all.
I’m the last to know
Sri Aurobindo won.
National politics failed.
Humanity prevails over India
and God the keeper of all.
Have I said it right?

No nation is above the others
in worth,
and humanity is great.
Need I say more?
I’m speaking out ahead of my time.
A thousand years may pass before you see this:
a world united in humanity,
grounded in the divine event we are.

Auroville’s there
to shine the light among the nations,
grounded in human unity.
That’s the story today:
Auroville comes together on itself
and plants human unity.

You gotta gun?
Auroville will you shoot me,
again?
This time I’m here as a proper speaker,
fulfilling my task to you.
Auroville will you shoot me?

I am so target.
Lose the target.
Come here please,
and be better
than people out to get me.
You can be my friend, can’t you?
8 boxes
of the ruling party of India
are comin’ for me,
8 boxes mean,
and I could certainly use the help.
I’m askin’ you please.

He has a very distinct whistle:
do the Yoga.
What was the age?
You will need…
Daddy,
what are you doing today?
I’m not doin’ the time spirit I’m doin’ the Yoga.
I could get so much better at it:
an uninterrupted inner concentration
that nothing on this Earth can stop, you know?
That’s my baked bread,
and here I go.

Alternative linings dressed to the poor the colors of the day
I future explained.
Alternative linings exposed
I future exposed.
That’s Auroville in government hands.
It’s right around the corner
I future explained.
You must hear me.
You simply must.

Dynamic winds for change
count Auroville.
Government forces gonna get out of town.
The Watchness,
that and
on him things are more easily spilt,
and the slow planet warden,
we will see
move them right out of Auroville,
that little man and his family.
Situational review:
above national seasons
you had this one.
They aren’t gonna film you here
government India.
Auroville you cast this yoke off.
I’ve educated myself,
and I’m gonna get myself
in the place I wanna be.
That’s progress.

You have to start pushing buttons.
The red one
push, push, push.
I am the Department of the Universe.
Rules by the house
I shotgun to you.
This is just to say I’m sorry.
Make I’m sorry
the whole load of this gun,
and Auroville,
I’ve got ears
right there in your smile,
and I’m yours,
me and my dogs too,
and there's Douglas,
and I would add Mithun
and my little grandson Nitish.

These prophecies to freedom.
Select a person in the prison to contain the fire.
The person in the prison will contain the fire.
This is open impact,
a location up under the Sun.
It’s open waters.
The effect this has on mankind
brings the fire down in everybody.
It’s operational.

It’s the squid.
We can count on him
to put his fingers on the very problem.
You’ve never seen this before
as a vehicle for mankind.
It slowly rises from the deeps,
spelling out its program,
the very problem in humanity,
the sinister relations ceased
and made whole by a product of Light.

Oh my God the harmony,
it breaths the Earth,
startling in its intensity.
We see it break on our shores as art now
right before your very eyes.
Protection bubble,
I’m afraid it’s not gonna let you do that.
You must the world to see.

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall.
Now you now you know what it feels like to break open your sleep.
Wham!
Now you know what it feels like to break open your bubble.
Break open your gulfs
and let the Light get down there
and bring us all to peace.
Hello from the Guardian.
We take it from there.

It’s what we’ve moved through the centuries to see,
what we’re doin’ here,
a rather embarrassing situation:
come out of happenstance
and don’t fall on your face.

Can we just stop a moment?
Shorn
maybe found somethin’:
a way out of the darkness.

What are ya’ll watchin’?
The maintenance board
[vision of the latter half
of three short verses of poetry
on a photo or video,
all justified right]
for the process of thought.
We can be seen.

When the suffering people were turned away,
that’s when we knew we had a problem.
Dr. J. D. Dillinger
could be
the pattern for ourselves:
the psychic being left and right.

Can you come here to stand the Light?
We couldn’t find the dosas this morning.
It’ll work believe me.
It’s been shown to me
the seed how important it is.
[vision of someone dressed in red getting out of a car on the passenger’s side,
the car stopped at a curb on a downtown New York street]
It’s up to us.
[vision of a director in shinny, silver clothes getting up out of a chair that is seen from behind, he turning around, grabbing his crouch with one hand and putting the other over his mouth, all as if to say oops]
I fire.
[vision of a still from my video “For Freedom”
of me kneeling down my head resting on a brick,
side view, although this isn’t in the actual video]
[vision of me sitting down at my desk,
working and completing my job]
Public tools.
Oh yeah?
A victory, 
[both lines were at the bottom corner
of a visual field full of visions,
too many and too fast to capture]
and you just sit there and criticize.
Bingo.

I’m breakin’ in its mostly hard parts,
[vision of butchering a deer or cow with someone else,
it hanging from a tree branch,
and we’re sawing through its thick bones]
making prophet very clear.

The new civilization the cradle of the times
no power on this Earth can stop,
a divine nexus,
I’m here to proclaim that.
I ain’t that all.
I said it all.
[two preceding lines sung,
my voice, song “For Freedom,”
this being instructions for the video
we’re making for Nitish’s Youtube channel,
where to begin the song on the timeline]
This was the enhanced new digital library.
[vision of a photo in the new video, 
it having the Ken Burns effect as well,
as I already have panning and zooming for the captions]

Auroville nexus,
all those obstacles,
my eyes on it.
I went from
a monster among you to divine seer.
Yeah I know,
I know;
I don’t know what to tell yah;
do you know
we do that everyone?:
no divine eyes see the world
oh ye of little faith.

I need to fix
tabernacle.
May I come in?

We see Nitish is on the phone.
We see supervisors.
How do we make this image clear?
You don’t think God cares.
You want to take the image from himself.
That’s not the video game.
We see divine supervisors
giving him clearance on the subject.
They ask,
powerfully in a boy’s mind:
let’s limit the program, will yah?
We have things to show you.

Get that media board out of your face,
and we’ll open up the world to you,
one take you by the hand at a time.
And they will hunt out God
and carry him along on the hunt.
Look what I don’t wanna do.
Alright here’s something
I will take my person
away from death to see.

I will help you
find this opera music,
put down death to see.
See what happens
you let me Auroville.