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.
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 Douglasphoto 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 Douglasgimped by Donny (in the vision that showed me this image, the painting was the Japanese painting of a big wave 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, although in the vision the painting was reversed as this variation of The Wave is here. 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 Donnyphoto by Douglas, gimped by Donnya still from the trailer for the 1953 film The Beast from 20,000 fathoms, public domainphoto by Donnyphoto by Donnyphoto by Douglas
video and video editing by Donny
photo by Donnyphoto by Donnyphoto by Donnyphoto by Nitishphotos 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 Nitishphoto by Douglas, gimped by Donnyphoto by Donnyphoto by Donnyphoto by Nitishphoto by Donnyphoto by Nitishphoto by a kind, young, Indian American woman from Pennsylvania, Artyphoto 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 Douglasphoto by Donnyphoto by Donnyphoto by Donnyphoto 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.
It’s everybody, not just you seein’ this kid, art, representational. Photo by Donny
Launch of Will
In this system
show you guys how to do it.
What is office in the film?
That’s ego activism.
I’ve had enough.
Are you sure you’re sorry?
You’ve said it.
And we hear from the crowd.
They see me in my underwear.
Sing hallelujah to the Lord. [heard sung, song “Sing Hallelujah”]
What do I do with Joseph?
Isn’t that
my own enigma?
Help makes it
vocally present.
Go 900.
The heaviest place on earth,
you go in it,
a chest of healing.
I got ears.
Ego activism (the short list)— dynamic social action using one’s creativity to undermine the dominance of the human ego in the world, one’s own ego as well as the ego in general. It has the aim to quicken human evolution out of this ego stage of identity. It recognizes the primacy of the ego as the root of the problems in the human condition, and while it may address individual problems, such as climate change, sexual assault, mass murder, and racism, to name pressing ones today, it sees the solution in not giving primacy to the ego but to a more integral and unified human identity based on oneness, on the part of everybody, not just the people manifesting this wrong or that, their own ego being the primary ego the activist aims to surpass.
It does not point the finger at the behavior of others without three fingers pointing back at the activist, and when it does point the finger, it does so with compassion and understanding, for one’s self as well the ones being pointed out, keeping out of its attitude self-righteousness, judging, blaming, anger, hatred, and violence. It engages people with sincerity, vulnerability, beauty, and a knowledge of truth, truth not being any religious formula but what’s actually going on. While it’s never mean, it is frank and honest, is not afraid to speak its piece or call a spade a spade, and while pacifism is its preferred mode of action, it’s not adverse to the activist physically defending themselves and others if the genuine need arises.
Self-sacrifice, however, is a major characteristic of ego activism, not however, the kind that surrenders to the condemnation and punishment of the world, which would be surrendering to the ego and its methods, but the kind whereby the activist is willing to put themselves at great risk in conducting the action, not foolish, impulsive risk that has harm to the activist or death as its probable or certain outcome, but wise, calculated risk that has both the needs of the activist and the world at heart and in harmony whatever the outcome.
Gentlemen of the jury,
how do you find the defendant?
We find the defendant
not guilty.
They stay in formations,
his electric.
Come tomorrow,
humanity takes a picture of these.
How do you say avatar?
Oh my God it’s God on earth
dressing up in human.
And a God takes form as human yes
in the cycles of the Earth,
but let’s go beyond the universe,
where cosmic Gods are not.
We can get higher.
Let’s go to who’s manifesting this show,
and here you are an avatar.
You are That you see.
It’s the greatest football notion.
It’s Excalibur.
It’s right here in my poem.
I’ve arrived on land.
It thinks in your thoughts,
but it’s not you thinking.
There’s a rift in my understanding.
This is a riddle with a master clue.
Just get information.
No one has the drawing gun.
That would be interesting,
knowing who we were.
It would revolutionize science.
It would be the biggest thing on earth.
It goes without saying it’s commentary
this rap.
I’m larger than science.
I can’t figure out who I am.
And science ensues.
It goes on and on and on and on
and gets trapped in the original question:
that’s not a real question.
It sees no representative show on earth.
It digs around in the dirt for nothing at all
and can’t get out of itself.
Let’s show this around:
nobody’s lookin’
at we might be part of a larger process
than everything in front I see.
You get the picture?
There’s a larger you looking at you through you,
and the world is a symbol for us to see that.
That’s why it all matters.
You’re getting bigger you see
and bigger and bigger.
All you have to do is evolve.
There's more along this show.
That’s an evolutionary wear an I,
the idea of the human take.
I have founded a world for you,
given you the idea supreme,
shown you an idea of Supermind,
an idea among us.
Where is your identity wrought,
in your home or office,
nation or religion,
in your people?
Take off those identities
as your crowning achievement.
You’re being so little you see.
Now let’s go to war.
Throw morality into the frying pan.
It is yet an uncooked idea.
You think it’s why we’re here
so outraged at other people’s behavior.
Okay take off your mask.
That’s you under there,
the one doin’ wrong.
This is knowledge by identity,
the healing of wrongdoing in this world.
Oneness garden,
that’s oneness who we are.
That’s the station of Superself,
and we get bigger all the time.
Do you see yourself?
Do you even know you’re there,
where you can’t see yourself?
Take this on the road,
the larger than you you are,
a thought and feeling overlay
to get you to look up.
It changes lives.
It’s the antidote to our sin.
It gives self-righteousness a big punch in the nose.
It sure is generous with everyone.
It heals our land.
It's higher than religion.
It’s not a God to worship or a song to sing.
It’s the hard work of bein’ human who you are.
Unveil the avatar.
Understand the science?
Put it on every thought and deed
you encounter in the world,
and show it to yourself
in everything you do,
and there you are,
evolving.
It’s evolutionary, ain’t it?
(this poem was written as comment on the blog Helena, The Nationalist Voice for the post “Mass School Shooting, a Mental Health Common Denomenator”. Click here to see the entire conversation)
The seated with identified and hate
confuse multiple speakers.
We think we got a land problem.
They just don’t know the story from inside.
We let it in
all these ill wills not ours,
a big bad packaged hate.
It has moved us from afar.
I know what to do.
Let’s kill all these people.
And we do.
There it is the ugly truth of the matter
fired upon the scene.
You think it’s American.
How little countries move among you,
as if our consciousness is organized by political boundaries.
That’s the joke:
you are a nationalistic speaker.
You are so much more than that.
Humanity is everyone.
Now I think that’s got a ride,
the joy of being human.
Our consciousness is all over the place.
You see it in your smile.
We are so much more than hate.
We are bigger than the stars.
You ever seen this in your living room?
We’ve got every welfare at heart.
We genuinely do care about one another.
That’s that process of soul.
It’s what we’re here to study.
That’s what brings us to God,
but don’t forget
it’s a cruise ship,
and every human being’s on board,
and that’s just the human side.
We care about animals.
Oh the soul they watch too
you see.
Look at the Indus Valley.
They came here and planted it Themselves,
the Gods on Earth.
This is talking ship.
It saw Them mountain range.
Where we goin’?
Invictus.
It’s gonna take a long time just to get started.
Itching glass
now.
Come and say hi,
every wrong thing about India.
You got any stamps up here?
The ruling party wants to throne themselves,
like they’re in charge of Earth.
It’s in every land grab.
What’s happening?
That’s the truth—
want this uttered on Hindu lips.
Hey,
drown the BJP,
their own mess,
and they’re not
what the Gods intended.
Smell them?
They are not crystal clear drinking water.
Where would the Bhagavad Gita ride their behavior?
They go after people
without equanimity.
They hate and they slay.
What principles of yoga do they follow?
There’s the Self in my enemy;
I must respect him?
கொஞ்சம்
the spirit of the demonic man
in their heart.
Rage like asuras.
Where are they busy with the Self?
Universal brotherhood
and compassion,
you have not seen this in them.
I’ve seen this all over town
In their fields of notion.
Have you heard their laws?
They would bury people
in punishments made to make them suffer.
They have no understanding of law.
It’s not used as a weapon.
It’s to help you become better.
Look at their ganja initiative.
The underaged would suffer so
in environments that will make them worse.
Now let’s look at their civic duties.
Employment for youth,
better wages and a shorter workweek for all—
no more 12 hours days?
Let’s help our homeless, shall we?
take care of our old people,
give orphans the royal treatment,
and don’t leave anybody out in the cold?
Where are they taking the population?
bad, bad, blood, blood, [line heard sung by Neil Sedaka, song “Bad Blood”]
to the wrong thing in our hearts.
Let’s look in on ourselves
with cameras.
Surveillance all over the city.
Let’s watch each other mean.
The spirit of God has no business on Earth.
Control their lives and they’ll submit
to our little dictatorship.
As soon as it’s ready you’ll see.
We will get you.
Laid back Pondicherry,
we’ve got other plans for you:
a Hindu initiative.
Listen to the writing on the wall
BJP.
Peaceful Pondicherry
in God’s hands.
Direction:
let’s ramp it up,
the realization of God in everyone’s lives,
the flowering of everyone’s humanity.
No dogmas—
you are on the road to self-discovery.
You will reach down deep inside
and find your wherewithal with Earth,
and find your true self.
That’s where we’re goin’.
We have to start somewhere.
Let’s start standing up to the BJP.
This part of myself
I will turn towards the light.
Do you see the spirit?
You’re not pointing fingers
like some moral crusader.
Hey man that’s me,
and I’ve gotta respect myself,
whoever you are.
That’s the lesson plan.
That’s how we do it.
I have something to show you.
Are you ripe for revolution?
Will I call Satprem's letter?
I will deduce the situation.
You haven't seen it yet.
You're not even looking at it.
You don't know there's a crisis:
will Auroville become or will it not?
All the Aurovillians will still be here
even if Auroville never becomes.
What does that mean?
Aurovillbe became a way-city
for India's population.
Do you see the writing on the wall?
How do I get this across?
I'd tell you in a poem.
It's "Above National Commitments".
It's time-consuming.
Here's somethin',
a product
of human unity at its corners,
and we rush in with "The Iconoclast".
Kind of makes you book smart, don't it?
You've read the Mother.
You've read Sri Aurobindo.
I give it the world,
apply those principles to life,
the number one vacancy.
Oh wow they fit here.
That brings us out into the open.
Is that big enough for you?
A poem by Donny Lee Duke
photo by Mithun
photo by Mithun
photo by Douglas
photo by Douglas
photo by Mithun
photo by Douglas
photos, videos, and music not attributed are by Donny, an all photos and videos except #16 and #17 were shot with a Vivo X60 Pro
The Iconoclast
She wants him.
She has to be insistent.
The project:
dinner serve you and you,
overcome
mortal.
We’ll see ‘im.
Daddy-O,
what is it?
[both above lines heard in Nitish’s voice]
Why do we maintain the system?
It’s everywhere.
You’ve got the title.
Somebody gave me the phone.
Wow, I swung the axe blade.
This is there.
[above line heard sung, my voice, from “The Freedom”]
Society
[vision of clicking my mouse on that word]
figures wrong.
A wolf in the henhouse
you put a pedophile around a child.
Chop it to pieces
divine vision on the subject.
Where do you put the Integral Yoga?
Where it works
a process of integration.
How would Nature handle this?
There are no artificial barriers
between people.
So what’s the story,
is that society’s truest moment,
whoever’s attracted to children cannot be around them?
Where does that bring us?
That kid’s gonna get molested.
It’s the nature of the program.
No subject’s been studied in school,
no desire’s been dealt with,
the child’s or the adult’s.
They’ve just been stuffed.
You’d have just no between them.
Where has this taken us?
And I’ll tell you again:
the number of children getting molested far exceed reported numbers.
Am I gettin’ through?
Where will a process of integration bring us?
We have to work this thing out.
The Mother has taken a pedophile
and done just that.
That’s what you’ve refused,
the issue of this in mankind
the Mother putting in the right place:
that pedophile doesn’t have sex with children.
They bring him around to himself,
and he is to them what they need,
and no one else on this Earth
can attend a kid like him.
You think I’m changin’ subjects.
Nitish is here beside me
among the dogs in bed.
He’s been caressed and brushed aside
to make room for the afternoon poem—
well not completely.
One whole side of me
thrills with his touch.
He’s cellphoning the world away,
and I keep him focused on us just enough
to write his own poems one day.
Now this is not out of my control.
It’s where you want me
if you knew how far this brings you:
human unity’s in the room.
Tried to send me away.
I can assure you
I’m not going anywhere.
You’re got more of an investment here.
Don’t do anything rash.
Have a meaningful experience.
I’ve got a season by now,
numbers enough to fill you up.
Now, how do you know
the right influence?
For the people on the whaling run,
fire and snow.
[both above lines heard sung, my voice, from “Ticket to Eureka”]
Now we can bring pink tablet.
The pink tablet was made for each other.
This is who the relationship stands on.
A psychic being circle,
a street open on the inside explained.
[vision of Nitish in the computer chair on the far left in the picture,
dogs present]
They know each other.
They know each other’s safety.
They know how to handle each other.
They can skip the small parts.
They are into each other’s tongues.
The boy is a talking diamond.
He really gets into speech,
from games to God,
to his hopes and fears and dreams.
They study one another.
They are on each other’s table,
with dogs to mitigate the life force.
It’s all on the table,
the world and God,
the whole universe of sound.
Are demons all on us?
Can you tell me again about the Supreme?
What does a God have to do with it?
I’m counting Supermind
because you said that’s where we’re goin’.
Am I gonna die?
I’ve been so afraid of death
and the end of the world.
You have no idea the cradle that boy has.
It’s all aglow.
We see its brightness.
How do you end it?
That boy grows up.
You wouldn’t kill the kid now
because this is a fitting
you’re not prepared to see.
What is a poet’s mouth?
A diamond in your community.
I’m giving him this smile.
Because it’s unfamiliar to you
don’t think I’ve lost the plot.
I’m a science of a listening ear,
holding down sleep so I can write it down.
What a production this is.
What intricacies of skill.
I’m a craftsman,
my apprentice this little boy,
and he will grow into that.
Destroy him, will yah?
Take the challenge of worth.
Are we really so strange to you?
Are we really that weird?
We are the battlement
of the new human being,
and we’ve been around a long time,
as long as there’ve been pairs in humanity.
You hear that?
We’re normal.
The psychic being is there to keep it clean.
Do you have psychic contact,
or are you just judgmental and sorry?
The psychic being,
do you feel it in here?
And he’s a little drummer boy,
an intimacy of God to behold.
Come,
partake our fruits.
It’s got the sorcery of God.
We’ll show you the world anew.
Talk to her nicely.
Give her more than getting.
I know you won’t believe her.
You’re stuck in worldviews.
Something has passed before your eyes today
that has the world heal on it.
Are you just gonna sit there and say no?
I don’t think the world will come between us.
We’ve got so much going for us/to show for it.
[phrases spoken simultaneously]
We’re good in the pan.
We mark trees with windows
and don’t tarnish them.
We’re alive on time.
Long live the king,
the new boy in town.
That’s Nitish.
A rose She’s giving me,
a new appointment.
That’s my rose.
That’s my wonderful little boy.
That’s my summer rain.
I will make crafts and cookies.
Oh wonderful
I just can’t wait
wouldn’t you say?
videos by Douglas, video editing by him, poem and performance by Donny, technical support Mithun, Jana, and Nitish, filmed on a Vivo X60 Pro
The Ugliest Banjo
All we ever do is resurface,
call brotherly love. [both lines heard sung,]
I’ve set the price of stuff.
I’ve set it down on paper,
in digital media.
It was a good voice.
I’ve said it all over the world.
You put lands on that date also.
I’m gonna take my story back.
I took you some
Tamil Nadu.
I don’t know which one’s the maintenance.
I lecture tomorrow,
not the video,
the epiphany,
not the human unity poem,
my arrival in Auroville
a member.
He’s a tough one.
They stare at me.
All I ever did was catch you. [line heard sung]
Is that a paperclip?
Convince ourselves:
everybody,
you don’t
I really got a taste of God.
It’s at the deepest level
the shallow level of life.
It won’t bite you.
It won’t leave you alone.
You just put your headset on.
A blunder
virtual reality.
Look no Bible days.
Process live without student.
I’m three feet up.
I’m a hole in your garden.
I’m there behind you.
Can you smell me?
Can you smell my rose?
Take me out of the picture.
I’d even say why you do it.
What were you saying?
It’s not crap.
It’s Sunday dinner.
All the people not measuring up.
I can’t take it.
Tell me what happens.
He gets accepted by the many.
You thwart him,
and every time he gets up.
He did,
he became enlightened.
That’s what you have done.
I’m not gonna you want.
I’m just gonna be a hole in your community
until it,
I become a member of your community.
I can tell you things
that are just so down to earth they’re needed.
Just gorgeous,
who I am,
the ugly duckling.
Coca Cola Commercial – I’d Like to Teach the World to Sing (In Perfect Harmony) – 1971. YouTube channel Shelly Kiss
Poet’s magnificent phase, I’ve got a better business model. See the ground work? Will they catch the spirit? No. So what in the world is going on? A blog post, now that’s goin’ on. You brought it up. Just put it on harm’s end, and Coca Cola will be, be their commercials. They almost art.
You’re going after big monster, you’re gonna hear the whole song. That’s executive Coke. I do believe you have your organization.
When you identify with them, it’s like watching a robot. They just can’t help it. Government services will only draw pennies. Don’t drink their milk. Broke the standard arrest them kill them.
I don’t know you put an incubator there. It’s a house of love. They can’t leave till they learn it. Goodwill breeds goodwill. You’re dealing with character change, you must respect the enormous obstacles in their way. I’ve given you the formula. See how Norway checks it out.
But you’re talkin’ about now. You can have it, something on the lime machine, a screw you piece of paper, and that won’t solve anything. How do you bark? Now let me study this problem please. Wew, these people I’ve got to reach. Can you show them your humanity? Don’t just walk away. Be engaged with them. Let them go through all the stages of friendship together.
You can do that in your writing. Target maturity spots, a senior executive, or someone just vocal about being a harm product. Why don’t we have organizations gathered in peace?— friendship quests, a center of goodwill.
How do you probe this? With the feats of your heart. I’m talkin’ genuine concern for the person you want to reach. Enough of you do that they’ll listen, and even if they don’t you’ve made inroads into safety. Some of them will answer your call, and you’ve got a horse in a moving body for change.
Can I get you to see this? It’s the way we do it, take on the corporations. We’re dealin’ with each other’s stuff. It grabs us all. Patience my dear friend and you’ll remember. I was such an asshole to my niece wasn’t I, or I have somebody I treat like shit. It takes eyes to see we’re all in this together.
When you crawl out of the community, what’s you thinkin? Won’t these voices cross this bridge with me? Identify with the people. That means love. You have to really identify. That’s what you’re doin’ here by the way, learnin’ how to bring love in every picture. Can you grasp that? It’s our mission in life. Do you hear me Steven?
Genie in a Bottle by Frederico Bebber, used with permission
The world let me come to your room.
Here only:
a poet’s met greater listening.
Now what did he fish?
I’m not in your reach before.
What is the moon?
Symbol for where I am,
a light
To help you cross the night.
Silence,
death takes a terrible moment to calm down.
Now I touch you with the real.
I am a dead speaker.
The suicide bomber changes its space,
and everything right now
A story about how long it is.
Give rise to future presentations.
I cry to your hand.
Look at me.
My water, oh no,
blood red.
I’m sorry to act.
Disappointment knows no greater sum.
Give me the light
of your understanding,
and I’ll give you changed view.
The service there to act the middle road to stars,
the courage there to act.
Each man has a fear, love, dread, and pull to the extreme.
We feel ourselves so different from one another.
The problem’s building the people to be a church
so I can blow people up.
Man is a kicking gale a dozen kicking gales like him.
Can you understand why?
The small raft that conceals us all in bodily harm,
what I was to become in search of myself,
a big wall of religious separation between us,
and the grizzly bodies of adolescents to 13 men to find,
it’s not a secret the whole flesh can discover.
Death was not in my hands.
I exploded immediately.
Kill someone,
their voice right there.
We had a pay together.
It wasn’t bright and sunny.
Can we show you nonexistence?
I think I touched her.
You’ve got to fear.
Oh my God,
every finger accusingly sat at me.
This was no paradise.
There are realms in death you understand.
More order came.
I guess all went off to their private lesson.
I winked into hell.
All my mountain said no.
We lingered there.
It was my own order I made myself.
Please arrive me out of terror.
There lessons learned,
deep dark secrets you who understands.
A light found me thinking.
I grasped my neck to myself
and began to see.
I vanished hell.
On my journey I rose to you.
I’ve come up to my Faith.
As it doesn’t have one of the goals reconciliation
this is where Mohammad messed up.
The others I must also treat with light.
To grow oneself in mercy good idea.
Treat them with kid gloves even bad people.
The nature of the Prophet cannot be seen by your calculations.
It is hidden,
in a sense,
light bulb.
This sometimes assailed him,
his human.
Have to take apart anger.
I was just mad at you.
Through so much deception and web
the heartbreak was crouched around a day of killing,
terror hush, terror deep.
Tearin’ a hole in the fabric
of what death open
I am the author of a little child of the Furies,
a fierce cartoon within the page of my own age.
Every word easing the spear.
Not a secret a baby can tell.
Muslim doesn’t even talk about Muslim.
God is the veil at which he lowers his eyes.
Adam used to tell his name
unto his soul.
Let me release an air of sin
this cell from within,
right where they told me to explode.
It’s time for them to know:
all the way they cut truly in to a child’s deep identity.
Behind me the spear gave lesson.
I was sleeping –
families’ dinosaur.
There are some things that result in our hatred.
These things are ugly on us.
If you can tell the victim in the victimizer
stop the hatred.
That’s the first thing the very first.
No one else can listen.
No one else has ears.
The best place the time would be now,
to bring us into the 21st century.
The future writes this very slowly.
It’s now on the city conscience of Europe, Asia, Africa, and the United States.
In my last post, “To View the Hunting Design of Mourning”, I examined dreams of the suicide bomber of the Brussels Metro that seemed to show a contact with the heaven of Islam that gave him a divine sanction to carry out his mission. Over the course of years, I’ve had a contact with that heaven that’s of a very different nature, one not from Allah or angels but from a dead suicide bomber. It’s in the form of a poem in which he’s the speaker, and so it’s his words filtered through my creative reflex, put in my language and style of poetry, one which continued to develop over the course of time it took to complete the poem. I haven’t received it out of the blue, just because I had an inner opening that could receive it, nor because I was some good person chosen to show his bad. Whatever we hear or see in vision in regards to other people has a bearing on our own lives, is something we need to see and hear so to become better people ourselves, that someone else a mirror we’re looking into to help us change. This is true for both (inspired) poets and prophets, something neither they nor the people that quote them seem to understand.
The first lines of the poem came among the first lines I received once my muse turned on like a flood, which was in South America in September 2001, and it took me awhile to see the bomber’s voice out of all the muse I was getting. By the time I got to Paris, several months later, I did recognize that distinct voice and organized the scattered lines into a poem, and more lines came, and this earlier form was submitted to and rejected by The Atlantic and Poetry. My muse edited it after, adding more verses and individual lines, and I continued to work on it slightly until I posted it on my personal blog in 2015, after submitting it a few more places. The majority of the poem, however, the core, came in those few months after 9/11, as did many lines about Islamic extremism, mixed in with lines about the world harm I have caused, all of which I included in a prose/poetry manuscript I wrote for The Atlantic (never submitted) on the island of Crete in 2002 called “Civilization and the Art of Terror” or “The Inspired Word”, which will remain unpublished, though it’s a source of organized muse I draw from from time to time.
Last week, as I was meditating at the Samadhi of the Mother and Sri Aurobindo, I heard the lines “That’s got my name on it. / Perfect,” and then I saw a light blue curtain blowing slightly, and then I saw the face of Sri Aurobindo, the age he was in the last photos taken of him, the outline of his face highlighted, and he was right in front of me looking directly at me. I was then told to wait before boosting the poem, to do some purification first, told in lines of muse, the vision of his face having faded. At the time I interpreted that to say the poem would be seen as something he’s behind because I’m his disciple and because of what I’ve written about inner contact with both he and Mother in regards to my poetry and writing in general. Although the muse said “perfect”, it said it a little while after hearing the first line, enough time to make me realize I didn’t want to drag his name through the mud, since I’m considered the worst kind of person on the planet, a minor attracted person. I sat there afterwards and let that sink in. It took the ego out of it, and I’m sitting here now not wanting to be in the shoes I am, but I think I understand.
Do you? Maybe it’s the bad man that can truly show us human evil and how really to end harm, rather than who we normally think can, a good person’s that been burned by bad. To see what I’m saying you’d have to understand higher than good and evil and more integrally than there’s this bad person harming society, understanding that for us to climb out of our wrong we need the goodwill of a good number of people because it’s not something we can do all on our own, why, when it’s all said and done, this suicide bomber’s speaking and why I am. To speak in the terms of the spiritual path that I follow, you’d have to understand something of the great difference between the Supermind and Overmind, the very different ways from each other in which their processes work, to see why someone such as myself would be perfect to post what I’m posting as an outgrowth of my sadhana in the Integral Yoga.
Who this suicide bomber is and what bombing he’s talking about I don’t know, but there are vague references that would seem to indicate the attack happened in Israel and killed mostly young people. He describes an after death process that would take a long time by our reckoning, but heaven can open windows on time we cannot, and so this could be what to us would be a voice from the future. It’s important to understand this is a single bomber speaking, with all the things personal to him that would entail, and so each suicide bomber would have a different story of why they became one as much as their general fate in the afterlife would be along the same lines as the one speaking in the poem.
This poem needs to get into the right hands, and as of yet it’s not gotten into even a handful of hands, other than the editors who’ve rejected it and a few other people, and so I pick it up again and try its hand here. Does anyone out there have ears? If you do, please share this poem. Its license is Creative CommonsAttribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs.
Harm's End 