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The Garden Sleeps

On By Donny Lee DukeIn applied nonduality, ego activism, seer poetryLeave a comment

feature image by Dhina on the occasion of my 61th birthday this year

A tale like you wanna know. [vision of the title being introduced like a movie is on TV or at the movies, it appearing in the center of the screen, the line sounding, and this line sounding as the vision faded]
Put spiritual in there.
I’m talking to a Dumbledorf:
who are you friend who almost had him killed?
How exceedingly lovely.
I don’t blame him.
He looks different
Dombledorf.
He looks connected.
There might be. [vision of a small otter-human-like creature’s head coming up out of a small square pool of water and looking up at me and saying the line, the pool the irrigation tank where Nitish swims but not in the location it actually is]

The answer’s not complete.
Tryin’ to help.
I feel so inadequate at the task.
I just sit here and write.
We would reach in and pull sincerity out,
but I’m at a halt in myself,
and I don’t know where to begin.
I can’t capture this page.
I can only tell you what it says.
We are mountains from molehills.
I’ve done things with your memory
all the while holding sincerity in my hand.
I think I’ve lifted the curtain of existence
and shown you what’s inside.
I revealed my room.
A lot goes on there.
And the world is in my room
staring at me.
I can’t put it down.
Where would I be without you?
And I can’t get at that you.
When I meet you on the street
you’re just another person to me.

I glow with this,
hold you around
the feelings of my mind
that we may meet.
Death do us in.
I can’t champion this.
I hold you in my arms and cry
when you press too hard against me
with a sad story of yours
I’ve encountered through public media.
I don’t know how to make you go away.
I feel the group like it’s my own soul,
yet you banish me and call me names.
I don’t know what to do with this.
It hurts,
and I don’t think there are ears in your heart.
I spend myself on them.

I think we’ve gone beyond good and evil.
I think we’re just human beings here.
Can you tell me how to get along
with you
and still be myself?
I don’t know how to make you feel what I feel.
I can’t take my heart out and show it to you.
I pull words outta my heart,
and you can’t see the symbol
for the words.
I’m a dead delivery.
I’d like to smile,
having your social hand,
but you won’t give it to me.
Where do I find you
in disease?
I don’t have to wait long.
You would spit in my eye
if I came too close,
and I mean so well for you.

I was taken down.
I looked at him.
The idea
I think he’s beauty with
is feelin’ the whole.
I come to read him.
I find solace here.
I’m taken to the top of myself.
I see and understand I have depths.
I would just like him to be alive,
continue writing verse.
He means something to me.
He’s a wild space in the world yet
that hasn’t been taken out.
He does not kiss ass.
We don’t want to see him get in trouble.
He is right there in our taboos
a guiding light.
You don’t know strange men.
They will test your boundaries.
They are not a shake off.
They come to see you definitely.

These questions,
they’re for answers.
We don’t ask them just to say please.
They’re all around us now,
ardently studying who we are.
I’m a voice in that multitude.
I could get better answers.
I fought with meaning
to break it open,
and the world fell into place.
I grapple with it now.
I mean I hold it in my hands and sing to it
the poetry of the school.
This is beyond answers.
It’s just basking with you
in the warm sunshine of our being.
It’s weird to be alive.
There’s so much that shines on my nose.
You know what I mean.
I could run amuck
plucking at things,
just bein’ led by the nose.
Symbol imagery,
I mean the world with that,
and I’m stupid.
I show you myself too much,
but that’s what makes vulnerable
the strength that it is.
You trust me.

I’m happily
so much more than show business.
I reveal things to you.
They come from the sky.
I hold them in my hand and paint this page with them.
The moonlight of their starshine glows iridescent.
I spend them
in hours of verse.
It looks like we have another day.

I’m selfish.
Get out of your closet.
Tell us everything.
Gave the world a black eye did yah?
Bring your wife and kids.
Come with me now.
I sit at risk,
write a ledger of emergency.
I’m trying to show the way out.
Will you join me?
No confessions for this place please.
You don’t tell the cops what you did.
We will not ask the law to get us.
We want to overcome the law,
so it’s not rigid it’s human.

How do you know they’re not here?
They’re gonna work with him,
unfortunate souls
that need a time out.
You can do this in your living room.
Where are you?
I was just in that kitchen spot,
tryin’ to collect
all the ears that help you outta this.
Let me be your emotional man.
Let me find the way out.
Even the cigarette
a lot of the times
light up the temple.

You’re kidding me.
You would go to bat for me?
You would show me the way out?
Aren’t you a confession machine?
Wouldn’t you tell on me
and limit the ways I trust you?
You’re just not smart.
You expose yourself.
My existence
depends on me.
Can you tell me society cares?
I’m just a target.
No, no, don’t go back there.
Come out and breathe awhile
clean air.
Don’t you wanna feel good?

Some kid came daddy
and rode me monster.
I don’t understand.
This is a social dilemma.
Can we handle being people?
Where’s the living room?
Is it full of vice and TV?
What’s got you fascinated?
I don’t know how to show you this.
You gotta get outta that.

Alright,
he’s just not a problem
you understand.
Until you understand him you can’t do anything with him.
Even my problem,
we go awhile with each other.
We learn the lampoon
sticks out.
How do we stick this in chocolate?
We fold ourselves.
We learn to let go of the spoon.
We challenge ourselves
with bright horizons.
You come together
on the role you need to play
who is behind you.
Can you see an island?
Challenge yourself with more than yourself.

Study your room.
It will take you there.
It’s hitting me.
To turn around,
made a turn.
I got outta cars.
I stopped doing bullshit.
How does this happen in science?
We need to see our disease,
and then
get going.
It’s 10 a.m.

We need to apply pressure to the program.
Can you representative breathe?
You can have it,
lunch treatment.
It’s always good for you.
Are you sure you know yourself?
Do you know you’re real?
An actor,
that’s just the part that says hello,
drive basically.
It’s who you think you are.
Is the wonder at coyote?
Is the world not real?
That’s somebody to get hurt.
You need to tell them you’re sorry.
Put it on the difficulty what had me.
Buckle up,
honey any moment now you’re to get theft or hurted.
We’re just not here.
We’ll levity rehearse. [vision of three or four black and white photographs I couldn’t make out, the last one I could, one of a girl of indeterminate age in a white ballet tutu on a stage doing an exaggerated curtsy]
Don’t rob yourself with identity.
You are not you.
You’re a field in a play.
You get along you understand.
That taller You
you’ll find one day.

She doesn’t care.
She’s a dysfunctional human being.
Don’t equate her with your room.
Be a baby unto your room.
How are you?
It was more about Joe than the rest of us realize.
You’re free to discuss this.
You’re free to dance.
You are as important as the President
in the inward bowels of ourselves.
You are a process dip
into forever.
You make it happen,
the representative figure you are.
You’re changin’ lives
by ever bein’ yourself.
You’re gettin’ bigger all the time
if you reach in and find yourself
not the author of the program.

My God this world has ways in it.
It’s mind-boggling.
This should keep you busy
for a lifetime.
Okay stop
putting your identity on your name,
on that little figure you are,
and understand your importance in the scheme.
I went downstairs and I told him
play.
David actually feels like somebody,
but way was he tryin’.
Somehow this triangle has evolved
from multiple scores.
You are not who you are,
but you’re more than that.
You blindfold wisdom
and chop it in half.
I wanna explain to you all
none of this is happening.
Do you see the horror?

You see the relationship.
You’re a salt on the Void
to bring out its something.
You’re doing nothing but complaining.
Don’t complain.
We’re high animals.
We’ve got this world goin’.
It’s our livelihood.
We hate everything.
It’s not that bad.
It’s quite good actually.
We’re here,
and we’re alive.
Okay we ain’t free.
We can’t have everything.
but everything’s coming.
We just have to land first.
We can manage from here.
It’s got Goldilocks on it,
until we find the horses
that put on planet right.

Hey dude I want yah to know out your brains I’m gonna blow.
We’re just forlorn that’s all.
Winter’s comin’,
and we need to be prepared.
We’re a little nuclear holocaust here,
a little nuclear holocaust there,
but nothin’ gets us outta the way.
We retain civilization.
Any homeland,
any way of raisin’ children,
we’re gonna have to come to the dice
and end up eliminatin’ all of them.
The better way of bein’ human,
it ain’t out yet.
I’m tryin’ to tell you
what’s goin’ on,
but you’ve climate changed my answers,
and they don’t get to the public.
I’ve got a whole host of answers,
the nitty-gritty college details of existence
to help you survive.
I won’t be here.
This is a future log.
I’ll see you later.

Fascinating,
I think you just said the peace.
Could it be the color of my skin
the audience is a thimbleful?
Where’s that little Seventh Manager
welcome spectacular?
Don’t look now,
They’ve got a buffalo for yah.
The Gods must be crazy.
Mother you with this?
The stairway’s there.
You have the purple stairwell.
Turn those shoes;
let Me turn them,
the stairwell’s up.
Ride handsomely.
That’s a wrap up
with my own medicine.

In the Arena of This World

On By Donny Lee DukeIn applied nonduality, Dreams, ego activism, seer poetryLeave a comment

feature image by Mithun

Is that the dynamic?
We choir now.
He’s so little he expands your room.
Settled in myself to eat,
that’s the flavor of sadhana,
and we enhance.
It’s an inner journey.
We go for it.
It’s an inner cleaving.
We humble ourselves and do it.
It rebounds.
It grabs yah.
It’s an opening
you do when you’re hungry.
You’re hungry for God’s touch. [“Open to God’s touch” heard during darshan in the Mother’s room, and then the muse changed it as I walked down the stairs so it fit this poem that was coming as I waited for the room darshan and went through the line in and out of her room, the most of this verse, from the eat line, coming in that quiet activity on her death day]
This is the lifeline.
This is sustenance.

Try to prevent a fracture in sadhana,
a more sustained doing might do so.
I’m sure I belong there.
You’re here.
I don’t think we take the vital out of our room.
The right vital comes out.
The mystic of the flute lives on
on ocean’s rainbow.
[vision of an Indian-style key, the long variety, on the step of a concrete, light blue flight of stairs about two thirds up]
A key,
it’s hard to report
their bouncing effect.
You throw them away.
You don’t know how to use them.
You pour beer over them,
vital indulgences.
Now one comes.
Open its window.
Be there in the sky for it
all active on time.

[four visions, two side by side then the other two the same, of strange, colorful scenes I could not make out they happened so fast]
We interrupt your dream venture
to put you in touch with yourself.
You don’t know yourself.
I think you use a sadhana watch,
and they won’t fool you.
They tell it like it is.
You’re out to lunch,
and that other one’s over there
not climbing the street right.
You need each other to focus,
a small sum of human beings,
no more than a handful.
You fit.
You share similar interests.
You live in close proximity.
You can’t digital do this
as a group
come together.
Get real with one another,
nice and kind and polite,
not tryin’ to pass up one another,
not tryin’ to be mean.

[vision of Lisa, my deceased Rottweiler, curled up against an urban wall in a dog ball but her head up and looking at me, sadly]
Titties suck my dear.
You don’t get out of them what you need.
They’re not your bread and butter.
They test and try you,
as humans do.
Romantic love is hard to motion here.
I think you’re friends,
deeply connected,
why you come together,
how you come together.
You’ll recognize this in dreams.
You move on one another
in the friendship relationship of a dream.
You’re bonded.
It’s great to be together.
This gets deeper.
You family one another.
Respect this group.
Leaving it’s a soul’s choice.
It’s not based on petty arguments.
You will go to school together
learnin’ sadhana.

All your dreams come together in the group.
Everyday you share them,
work out meaning,
time.
This grows.
You do this all the time.
The inner relationship’s happenin’.
Now you go together
to sadhana central.
You want to do sadhana all the time.
A minute don’t go by without it.
It’s your mainstay.
It’s your life’s blood.
It’s what’s you’re doin’ in life.
You keep at it.
You keep goin’.

A small circle/handful of people [words spoken simultaneously]
do nothing else.
This is the basis of life.
It’s everywhere apparent.
It’s how you concentrate.
It’s there all the time,
always concentrating.
It gathers you.
It puts you in touch with yourself
so you see what you’re doin’.
No tellin’ where you are with yourself.
It could be at the beach.
It could be in metallurgy.
You could be climbin’ buildins,
playin’ in the street or in front of a crowd.
You’re always concentratin’
whatever you do.
The mind’s the game.

Now what does that what you see in your mind carry,
a present moment swirl?
You do there
concentrate.
Where do you put the bubble?
On higher than yourself.
You’re tryin’ to reach divine.
It’s the major of your focus,
connection,
contact.
You know the divine’s right there in front of you.
Keep the world relatin’ in that key,
and everything you do will be fine.
That’s the secret of sadhana.

I’m just ruined today.
Nobody knows me under.
I deal out cards
of bright shiny poems.
It’s just a reader’s poem with no readers.
Bad material I guess,
or awful writing.
My room is a way station and a promise.
I’ll hit the right note one day.
Sadhana science,
how do I show this to you?
Where do I go to show this to you?
It’s a concentration in your head
you stay clean for.
If I told you about the troubles.
I still go to college.
I got spirits in my head and they won’t go. [heard sung by The Strumbellas, “Spirits”]
You know I’m hearin’ muse.
This is a dictated poem.
You’re all fired up.

Wanna say somethin’.
It’s about the city of concentration.
I think I’m learnin’ to keep the mind quiet
not on external things,
and that time is optimized for sadhana.
These are the thoughts think about,
and you go from there,
put your own larger list together.
What is infinity?
What’s the nature of the universe?
Does God care?
What will lift my room?
Do I get larger than time?
Can I feel the feelings of another
through brands of consciousness?
What is the thought that stops thought?
Am I showin’ you how to think?
You’re up there
where thought meets the sky,
your husband.
Do you hear that?
We treasure this present moment
our thought taking us skyward,
and we are passive to that reach.
You put the perspective on that.
To those lonesome memories,
you’re naked to the eternal now.
Feel them that way.

Now we’ll repellant.
Thought gets in the way.
It’s not what you wanna do all the time.
You want to be clear certain purpose.
That’s a way of hold your mind
no words
or images.
Smoking the cigarette of thought,
chewing it out
like a stick of gum,
these are brands you wear.
They spend and they disease.
You don’t have to think.
I’m learnin’ not to.
It’s so much clearer in there.
When I go to sleep
I’m not a crybaby.
Monster in those movies.

I handle sleep.
I’m waking up on the hub of dreams.
I try to retrieve them,
or I’m writing a poem,
and it continues.
I spend my nights this way,
in a wakeup mode going back to sleep.
I get about six hours
all told,
seven
on this night and that.
My wakeup periods are long.
Like I say I’m writing muse
as the night bells ring,
or I’m layin’ there
where quiet meets my mind,
pullin’ on the length of dream.
That’s a sadhana sleep.
It gets you in touch with the day.
That’s been the content of the night,
if you know how to read your dreams.
Turn around and face tomorrow
your dreams carry you too,
and they show you yesterday
to know what’s goin’ on.
There’s just so much to dream,
but it arms you for the day.

And now you’re ready
to step out into the world
a sadhana-go-round.
Keep it simple,
keep it clean,
your honeydew in the world.
Behaviors lead to sadhana,
or they refuse it.
You’re a sadhana keeper.
Always remember that.
It won’t go away.
Like it can never reject you.
I don’t care how reprobate you are,
sadhana’s there for you.
It will carry you through the storm.
It will clean out your act.
You’ll get better because of it.
Just keep goin’.
Let it fill your room.
Don’t shy away from it
because you think it’s judging you.
It is always there to pick up.
It understands your needs
and will help you fill them properly.
It’s the intention that counts,
the attitude.
Keeping your mind quiet on the divine,
that’s your smelling salts.
It’s how you save your life.

If you’re an ordinary sucker,
you’ll have a harder time.
You gotta get naked.
You gotta take off all those clothes,
get down to your primal need
to fill your life with God.
One episode
of you are so filled,
just one time and
take this book with you for the rest of your life,
and you will do sadhana,
can’t help but to;
it’s in your nature now.

Everybody wants to know the nature of progress.
You love people,
identify with everything.
You’re not a grouch or a scrooge.
You’re good to be with,
not demanding or mean.
You listen to people.
It’s not all about you.
I don’t think you make people feel uncomfortable,
but you do challenge them
by the obvious depth you live.
You call to people,
not with your eyes your shoes.
That means you don’t mess with them.
You tend to prefer quiet
comin’ to the head,
not hours and hours of music
or all this environmental stimuli.
You like nature,
raw and clean.
Walks accompany your day,
walks through nature
where you can find it.
An animal can climb aboard.
You’re a big bucket of love
that knows how to pour itself.

This is what we know of love:
rape and murder,
and love’s right there with yah.
No one took the sign off you need to be loved.
All this spiritual growth sees that.
You love everybody you come into contact with.
You know what you love them for:
love heals things,
makes people better.
I don’t think you can fake this very much.
Spend some time with someone and see.
Alright spiritual advanced person,
let me count your love,
not anything else.
I wanna see yah love.
I think the whole point
of our spiritual shoes,
we get to know love.
A great big sadhana bring that out.

I’m a terrible husband—
this is the spiritual call.
I think sometimes it walks on your soul.
I don’t know how to explain this to you.
You’d think all would be right with the world.
You’re torn asunder.
You’re made to do things you don’t like.
They gravity of the situation just eats you alive.
You obey the call,
like I’m doin’ now.
You picked the wrong time
to blast a hole in my shoes.
I’m a servitor of divine will.
I’m servin’ everybody not sinnin’,
and here I am expose myself
to your wrath.
You’re not a noble person.
I’ve seen what you do to people.
You don’t love them atall.
So my head’s on the chopping block
the reality poem,
and here I am
giving you my bread
for the umpteenth time.
You’d think I’d had enough by now.
Anyway here it is,
a poem where you can do yourself
and make the world ring,
even if no one hears it,
and they just think the worst of you.

They’re not snow that’s obvious.
He seems to have a sadhana
that doesn’t get any kickback in return.
He doesn’t get validated
except by his team.
He is treated like everybody’s pariah.
His sadhana circle listens to him,
and others are few and far between.
He’s a real human being.
He got okay
on the wheels/wings of his sadhana. [words spoken simultaneously]
You have it now.
Reader
this is not brag or boast about.
This is the path to divine consciousness
and younger,
and you’re gonna need a little younger.
Open it.

A lot depends on the soul change.
When you’re young,
and you soul mother
in hospital,
we’re goin’ in some shockin’ of yours.
Well he quoted us all trying to see her.
You look like you losing what did you lose?
The ability to stay awake in dream.
You can’t do that,
let’s tend silly here.
It’s not your job to fight the Minotaur.
That your job,
trigger lucidity
captain this ship.
God dog does that look handsome!
Some fancy’s got you hooked.
You’re standing on the ability
to move on dreams.
Just get out of here.
Take your consciousness
and try it out.
You can go up and in from there,
up to the higher consciousness,
in to the soul.
Try it out.
See how far you get.
Obstacles determine pathway,
and you see what’s limiting you.
You really can get there from here.

Dream is a doorway
where you get started
to open the inner consciousness,
and there your sadhana rides
in its most visible form.
You need this
to survive.
Burn out early
if this is just all in your head.
The inner consciousness will take you there
to all the meanings you have missed,
to your direction of travel,
and you’ll see the divines involved with you
and get into soul things.
It’s your guidebook.
It’s your lamp.
Your teachers talk to you through there.
It’s a daily dose of miracle,
and it moves your sadhana along
a fresh start everyday.
This is the major element most sadhanas miss,
and we’re callin’ on yours
in league with the world.
I’m sure you got questions.
Begin.

Alright Donny there’s a truth to tell.
You’re bein’ spying on inside.
The thoughts get yah.
Oh she’s memorable wearin’ them thoughts.
All these thoughts on God culminate in that one.
When the bough breaks, [heard sung, nursery rhyme]
and you enter Silent Mind.
These are the memories to feel now,
the character
of enlightenment,
regardless of your pain inside,
of the happenstance of chance,
the resistance futile.
Go for it baby.

Keep the light goin’.
Don’t go to sleep.
Don’t her give up on that sadhana.
You have a world to change.
Say the same here.
We’ve got our heads out for miracles.
That’s a world line.
Can you show this to us sweetheart?
I’ll be back in about five minutes.

I’ve got tools for you.
I’m gonna use them first,
grow up Nithish.
It’s the army in the game,
and I’m a former Green Beret sergeant to show them to yah.
Not so hard on the kid,
but he’s gonna lesson.
There’s just too much soft flesh there
video game mode.
Cheerio.

This blog is not just to put my stuff on.
My blog is clear your highway.
Stop defending yourself.
What?
Skin spots are really easy to spot.
You have to come over here
so I can help you.
One by one they ran away from my house.
Can’t figure out.
I had given you really good soul stuff.
Her whole house was zoom zoom zoom,
and you’ve got a literature there tomorrow
to bring to temple.
Come in.
photo by Donny

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I Share Children with Her

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feature image by Donny

You give healing meat its substance.
You’re way out there,
right in the slot of truth.
I don’t think anyone understands this.
You’re a miracle:
nobody’s touched you;
all the help you get.
You really show people somethin’.
Most people don’t know it’s there.
They’re too based in ordinary.
Okay we climb mountains,
keep goin’,
just press on.
We’re goin’ somewhere.
I hoped you a-l-w-a-y-s thought me u-g-l-y,
you thought me friend. [this and above line heard sung in the voice of Don Williams to tune of "You're My Best Friend"]
Our best teacher,
we’re talkin’ soul.
Ladies and gentlemen,
Think Oil.
You hear soldier.
Oh man you don’t stink.
You’re chasin’ a good one.

Okay you got the preamble.
I would like soul need determine time.
I want to talk on the level of soul.
Where do we bring this out?
Is it evident anywhere?
How do we talk about soul?
Do we meet it with the divine?
Where’s it goin’?
Where’s it come from?
How long it’s been?
Does it explain us?
What is about soul that makes its process?
Does it rule time?
Where can it be found?
Is it perfect?
Can we touch it?
How does it find us?
Is that all there is?
How do you add it to the program?
Can we say it’s substance?
How big is it?
Does it search us?
What are its parameters?
Can we get at it?
Is it Black,
or would all colors fit its lifestyle?
Is it here among us?
When does it die?
Is it our only project?
How did it get here?
How do we communicate with it?
Does it know us
as the thing that does?
Is it our true nature?
Is this soul a concept or a divine?
And we go round and round.
The soul asks more questions than it answers,
but we can look at it.
Can you?

It’s here.
I think it’s from another planet.
It’s put us on.
That planet’s another sphere,
the reality behind reality.
We are its goalkeepers.
We fumble ourselves all the time.
We don’t know how to do it,
take soul and measure up.
It’s the substantial reality behind us.
It’s put itself here.
I think that’s phenomenal existence.

The soul is a dome
phenomenal existence fits inside.
It was here first.
I don’t think we cant touch it with our hands.
It’s not the reality we see.
It’s got our backing.
Where do individual souls fall in?
Let’s say they’re here.
This is not pepper spray.
You can help put ‘im on
that things might get hurt.
This is the ballpark.
Hello soul—
this is an individual flavor of existence.
It’s got cans on it.
They go through time.
That’s the flavors it carries around.
It’s expressing your life.
See the flavors?

All these tunes
express our life to us.
So many layers to the soul.
It’s a great big getaway.
There’s nothin’ else to it;
it’s the ground of its own being.
It represents us in time,
and we are representative figures
of this thing called soul.
We express it everyday,
and our body is its leeway.

A deformity,
an ugliness,
awful, isn’t it?
You’ve needed that to get along.
If you look at the world as a container,
that doesn’t fit.
All things are expressive of soul,
even the ugliness.
The world touches you there
like it’s probing you.
Awful, isn’ it?

Keep going.
This expresses you,
the dynamics of this life.
You’re carrying that with you
for an example set.
You have to learn from this example.
It’s so pressing,
and it’s so physical.
I think everybody knows I love little boys.
How ugly is that?

I am one case where the focus
bounced off the movie.
Sure enough he was.
I came to souls in the room.
They were everywhere.
Try fucking a soul.
They don’t want you to do that.
You don’t abuse a soul.
You just don’t.
It’s the basis of reality.
It’s got bigger than life.
There’s no abuse possible.

Are you expressing soul when you abuse somebody?
You’ve stopped doing it
a soul becomes visible.
We are all relating souls.
They transcend time.
You cannot harm them.
Violation is impossible.

Life is a field for the soul to work out deities.
The human soul is not divine.
It’s something more fundamental.
It’s the substance of deity.
We don’t hinder it
as it brings deity to the human room.
It’s expressive of deity.
It helps us put that on.
That’s our purpose here.

Can you see the soul bringing up life?
This is the arisal of everything.
The substance of soul has a field to play.
It’s putting on itself
in ever increasing rooms.
I don’t think you can touch bottom
of the soul’s play.
Can you imagine infinities within infinities within infinities?

And here we are in our room.
So much accompanies us,
so much to do.
Where do we go with this?
Towards the substance of soul.
We layer ourselves.
What has made it to the surface
is a little play in time,
this little portion of us
we so mistakenly confuse with us.
It has all of us behind.
My God the soul,
it’s there in the room
the container of existence.

Jerrycans of abuse,
I was the orphanage.
That’s our predicament here.
We’re bastard children
a mommy and a daddy have left behind.
We can’t see our divine parents.
Divine origins allude us.
We only know we’re here
getting spanked by time,
clusterfucked.

We don’t know how to stop abusing one another.
We just don’t know how to help one another.
This is a horrible place.
It’s a prison house.
It just sucks us,
and time’s got its finger up our ass.
Dry, lifeless orgasms
is where life meets us.
We are probed.
I say again we are probed.
Our greatest joy can turn to pain
in the happenstance of death
everywhere surprises us.
We are dangerous keepers.
We can’t trust anyone.

Real amateurish
your whole monstrous tirade.
No, and I like it,
but I’m waking up.
The policy of monsters
we are bring to ourselves.
Are you really waking up?
Jeremiah 19:9 the most monstrous of all.

Do you know what?
The city didn’t rush in to defend you.
I’m curios to know why it didn’t.
You’re a monster.
They are making names
to make sense of their city.
It’s purple passion
not heart attack.
I had a hate here with wine.
This is the poison we all drink,
to be to ourselves our city is good.

Now are you ready for Christmas?
And here comes the soul.
That’s what keeps us together,
keeps us from falling apart.
It’s music you hear on the radio
when the world had just caved in,
and you know that song's talking to you
everything’s gonna be okay.
It’s that sudden smile you get
from some perfect stranger,
and it’s like a kiss from Heaven
because the rain has come.
It’s your mommy’s warm hands
washing your tender parts
not wanting anything for herself,
and you are seven or eight.
It’s an ice cream truck
comin’ round the corner,
and you have just enough for a cone.
It’s the great big beautiful sun
shining down on you
like you mean somethin’.
It’s the breeze
wiping the sweat off your face,
and you have just run.
It’s the lovely afternoon
your family sang,
and you will never forget those moments.
It’s your father’s satisfied hands,
and you’re his little boy in them
wanting so to be like papa.
I’ve embroidered soul
where life keeps you,
and it’s good.
This is the backup plan.
This is our special moment.
This can ride the day
if we lean forward
and let the soul lead.

It’s all about soul,
the house of life.
I’m afraid
the depths you have to go to find that
are deeper than the world.
You hear that
these are possible inner journeys.
You go inside,
consciously, thoroughly,
until you reach soul.
Did you know you can find it?

A conscious arm
you fall into it.
I think unconsciously we arrive there often,
else we would die I’m afraid
cut off from soul.
We have to come up for air.
This world is a heavy dress.
We take it off
in moments sublime of dreamless sleep.
I bet you didn’t know that noon.

In raw material sleep
we can find the drop off point of matter
and soul dream
larger than time.
We have journeyed to the soul.
It’s not a substance material make.
It’s the first substance of Spirit,
and it’s got no bookends to it.
A receptacle of our Spirit open and true,
that’s the phenomenon of soul.
This is the causeway.
This brings us to Ourself.
This brings us to the divine meeting in the room.
May come some horses
with some contrary will.
Yeah exactly.
What is adequate?
Is that adequate
in the fatal moment,
in the fatal heartbeat here?
Soul expressive of deity,
that’s meaning
that has us all by the horns.
Cans.
Go ahead drive her,
drive her over.
Pay attention to people.
You want a soul
happen so matter of fact.

Now let’s come back.
We have to put on soul.
If you sat regular times…
Bruno!
You always have to watch out for Bruno.
He’ll take your underwear off.
You have to do a preacher’s build.
You check in
and withdraw.
You look out,
and the watch ends
on visible things.
You have to come together on soul.
You have to see beyond life.
There,
it has your hand.
Let it lead you now.

You have to get somewhere in life.
The soul is your regard.
It will take you to deity.
It will remove all obstacles.
It’s your great ship.
It’s the navigator.
It comes to you in dreams
and exercises the world
tonight,
and you can see things clearly.
We help it along
by being ourselves.
That’s Alpha Zero,
enlightenment stark.
This is its great evolution path,
and we are fingers of its evolution.

We do not abandon us,
and we help each other clearly
when we come together on soul.
There’s where the abuse stops.
There’s where we know our promise,
for it is the soul that leads us.
The soul we are,
the substance of ourselves
leading ourselves.

I’ve called on you tonight
to be the witness of soul.
It is bigger than leeway.
It is so much bigger than time.
It’s us in the ground of us.
No gap, no divide,
prevents it from helping us.
It’s here.
It is only blindness separates us from it,
and check it out in a poem.
You know I’ve opened your eyes.
Should end right there,
I’ve told you violence.
I just turned and turned around and saw the soul.

The Bell Spirituality

On By Donny Lee DukeIn ego activism, seer poetry1 Comment

feature image “Mithrin at almost 2” by Donny

The attitude will get to the truth of the problem.
You think you’re crystal clear.
You don’t see divine values.
You don’t know what’s going on.
It can’t be seen.
Consciousness is at stake.
You think it’s a populated city
or a decentralized government.
You want to get on with the plan
the Mother wrote.

This is hard fighting.
Nobody knows for sure.
The Mother spoke in parables,
truth, consciousness, and all that.
It’s hard to cypher.
Everybody uses the words
a living embodiment of human unity.
Is there something there?
It’s rained on.
It’s a holistic plan.
I don’t think you see the mechanics on paper.
It’s not in her words.

Catchphrases all
that mean somethin’
bigger than her words.
She saw it
and tried to give us a framework.
We don’t work with consciousness we work with ideas.
This is the miracle flavor,
the most elusive thing on earth,
what we can’t get at with our hands,
what thinking about won’t do:
we need to change consciousness.

Is that all?
It’s so much bigger than that.
It squeezes yah.
It turns you inside out.
It changes your whole world.
You become a unity keeper.
You see divine values in everything.
You’re all about the divine
in every road you take.
You are not ordinary sing on.
You value everything.
God is on the horizon
the thing to do.
When you meet other people,
you come together with yourself.

This is not play along.
You’re identifying it hurts.
I can’t help it.
There’s just so much to that other person.
I see them in me.
I’m not tryin’ to.
I don’t have to quote the Mother.
My own consciousness is quoting time
as it takes off itself.

Do you like the horsefly,
that big moth?
You can just give it directions.
It's not gonna listen to you.
It's not even gonna holler.
It's gonna cringe.
The aircraft knows it—
I am a fraud,
station number 2.
The government of India,
she hosts it.
She does
a Matrimandir quote.
It’s how you know she’s false.
Her network
stays behind the scenes.
She’s the secretary of somethin’.
It’s not Auroville.
She goes for Hindutva prime time.
She believes in Modi.
She will take you for a ride.

A living embodiment of the Mother,
she’s got that on
like she’s wearin’ it.
She’s everywhere.
The administrator on her rounds,
look closely.
That’s an imposter there.
No one says she’s imitating the Mother,
but you see her do it.
When is this gonna red flag?

You’re just putting her picture
in some reach arm of yours,
like you are devoted to her.
Manifesting Auroville’s Twitter feed got the Mother.
Wow, you’d think they’d see that.
Now what do we do with this?
Will people realize what’s going on?
Will people see her for what she is?
She’s here to take Auroville from itself.

She has plans.
The evidence is in the pudding.
See what’s she doin’.
She’s not helping you.
She’s putting together her plan.
That’s to take Auroville
and Modi-fy it.

You don’t see this.
She’s there for that.
The attack,
didn’t it startle you?
And yet you only defy her.
When you gonna turn and face the master plan?
That’s not Auroville.
That’s a government-led organization
putting together a city for itself.
You can’t see that?

We’re all about the secretary.
She’s not the engines of the room.
She’s so little she paints herself
gorgeous/humongous. [words spoken simultaneously]
Look at her many rounds with her picture taken.
She doesn’t know when to quit.

What are you going to do about her?
I think we need to look at her first for what she is.
That’s not the Mother’s emissary.
You need to see this before it’s too late.
I’ll see yah tomorrow,
come again.

Jesus,
consciousness first deal.
There’s somethin’ similar
what would wrong do it.
Completely roam around
that lady’s from Blackwood.
Come together.
Don’t just deal around the tree.
This lady’s got something for you.
Wow, what is it?
Help Auroville
in contrary fashion.

What else would wake Auroville?
She’s needed to stir things up.
We have to get to consciousness.
It’s all around us.
We have to pinpoint the city,
bring it down to our terms.
There’s individuals changing consciousness there.

How does that happen?
We need that lady.
Slowly we’re gettin’ to the root of the matter.
Without her it wouldn’t get done.
We’re finding ourselves.
We know we’re there,
and do we keep goin’?
That’s the whole root of the program:
we are moved to proceed.

Itchy, Scratchy,
terrible to each other,
and we continue.
When’s it gonna stop?
You mean The Itchy & Scratchy Show?
Along midnight,
and people would love to get at me.
Can we come back to this?

That hateful secretary
will keep pushin’ her agenda.
How do we stop her?
We come back
to ourselves in change.
We see ourselves there.
We come together on ourselves
like a divine consciousness foray.
We begin the ascent.
We take high words and make them true.
We put it in our hands,
the way forward.
Consciousness knows that,
and we know the hallmarks of that high change.
That’s where we meet the secretary
and her shadow compartment,
in our very own change.

How do we lift that?
Let’s wait and see.
Let’s go for it,
the change of consciousness ahead,
to open us to what comes.
That will be bigger than the secretary
and any land grab.
We need to be ready for what comes.

Turn around.
We’re grabbin’ the North Pole.
Gonna have a hurricane on our back.
Set me onto Tuesday and Wednesday.
Well, it’s a knockout,
the poem you’ve got in your hands.
Is that skip it?
I can’t do that.
Okay Mother tell me what to do.
Can I have a breather?

No panic attack.
You’re fine.
Just keep sayin’ cheese.
That’s good photography.
Hate o’clock,
8 a.m.,
in their neck of the woods.
Goddamn,
they don’t know anything about you,
and they think they know everything.
Some show.
It’s 9:30.

He who sets out to harm
is not a harmer himself.
They’re spoken for.
There’s a lot more going on with them.
They’re not monsters.
They’re in a cage.
It’s hard for them to relate.
They can do better.
They’re just lifted that’s all,
not ill-treated.

We can name their sins,
and we can bring it to public attention,
directly and with force,
and I’ve done just that.
We don’t want to hurt them
by exposing them.
That is not our aim.
It’s not a bucket of ill will we pour over them.
We name their tune,
say their subterfuge,
give everybody the lowdown.

It’s not fair,
unless community process is at stake,
unless we need to see what’s happening
to community survival.
Exposing someone’s sins
just to get at them
promotes ill will.
How ironic it’s me
calling out this public servant,
and people can call out me.
I’m not sinless.
You could call me a monster
if the zeitgeist guided you and not God.

I am well aware of that.
I’ve put my head on the chopping block
for this secretary to use
to counteract my claims,
or her people.
It’s not the same thing,
but I understand your feelin.
I’ve done this in goodwill,
done it at the Mother’s behest.
I’ve explained to you,
not only accused,
and I’ve put this in terms of consciousness,
not let’s get ‘er.
I’m not asking you to harm her.

I’m showing you process
to remove her,
where you work on yourself to do that,
if she is to leave town,
and not remain with us a private citizen,
when she loses power.
Let the Mother do that.
Let us work for change.

Let’s bring this around to bear:
we work on ourselves to change,
not our habits,
not our lifestyle.
We go to the ground of consciousness and change that.
That’s where we begin.
That’s how we oppose
this hostile takeover.
That’s what you do.
Wear ribbons of opposition.
Let us know your stance.
Get away from me,
we don’t tell anyone that.

I’ve given her the opportunity.
Where are y’all going?
Are you just gonna put me on the chopping block?
Pick up now
all those quotes by the Mother.
In which one does she say to slay?
You’re perfect now.
This is your public image.
I’ve gotta look for it.
See here it’s not there.

Did the Mother ever involve police?
Did she ever call for punishment?
No, she opposed their use.
Madam secretary,
what are you doing?
You’re right in front of me.
It’s land important
the way I see Auroville:
to do something,
to land community
in its galloping road.
I’m not after you Ms Secretary.
I’m tryin’ to change the world.

A yogic see,
you’re hearin’ that now.
I’ve got some things
we all need to see,
and it’s dangerous for me, savvy?
That’s a terrible tale,
I’m destroyed tomorrow.
That’s Hindu
not to meet me there,
in the compassion Jesus gave to the world.
That’s Hindu
precisely where it needs to change.

American solution,
I found Data.
Let’s put ‘im in town square.
Let’s go over some announcements.
Did you see that demon?
Of course you did.
Let’s not please its antics.
We don’t have to inaugurate its spite.
It’s loud among us.
It 3:30.
Let’s get him off our back
and get down to what we’re here for.
Come on! Come on! [vision of Nitish my grandson on his bicycle urging me to join him on mine]
Let’s work on work on the change of consciousness.
It’s not gonna be easy.
Let’s just eat that’s all.
Mother and Sri Aurobindo have left their dynamic program.
I’m in their voice.

Who else would they use?
Humiliated,
brought to bear,
made to be an instrument,
I’m the Aurovillian that knows process training.
See my change of consciousness ahead.
Camera’s
intah the program,
and my photographs have life in them,
you and me baby.

He’s wearin’ the shawl,
the seer’s mantle:
all the menu
is reduced to God,
everything.
And I love tellin’ the time
like I belong there.
I’m an Aurovillian.
That’s my identity
in this human mass,
and you’ll make that official
one day.
I’m on my way.

You’ve heard my name among you.
It’s not a bright name.
Now look at me.
Consciousness rests
for deep removal consciousness renewal.
I’m workin’ on that engine.
Will you hand me a wrench?
Use your hammer again.
You got a moment
to answer simple request.
I’m really aligned with you.
Keep drummin’
Auroville I need you.
A little bit more,
and the secretary will actually believe that.
Great big piece of paper, huh?
Read it hopeful,
and the secretary will actually read it.
Now let us grow.
We all need to.

It still didn’t do
what I’d like it to do,
hit that bottom note.
This is just a survey.
I’ve been trying to
stop representation
and come out with it.

I see Fred look in windows.
The monster isn’t there.
Wash Mithrin’s clothes.
Mithrin
on a change of consciousness.
He’s gettin’ close to two.
We can see it in his hand,
language shaping forth.
It’s all over the place.
Thought,
that big deal,
is getting its engine running.
The baby will be a boy
shortly.
Oh how nice it is to watch.
He wants to see his cookin’.
He’s a bright boy.

Now whatta we do with you,
the spiritual change,
the psychic change?
How far do we go with them?
When is Supermind a word we use?
This is almost nonexistent.
There’s not a realized person among us,
and who has the psychic being out in front?
Can you tell me what they mean?

They transform,
and my how big they are.
I’m counting sheep.
The realized person among us,
can we count ten on the globe?
Can we count eight?
This is a seer’s whistle.
I’m not guessin’ sums.

How large that is,
how large that eight.
Can we find them?
What defines for us the change?
It’s a blur.
We don’t know what realized is,
and we don’t know the psychic change.
We don’t even know what they are.

Mithrin
will give us a clue.
There’s a heavy person there.
A funny little baby,
wasn’t he just was?
I’m gettin’ to the real.
I’m tryin’ to show it to yah.
Now how do we do this on our time?
We have to get past bright words.
The consciousness has to change.

How far you from that
Anandi, Joseba,
and all the rest of you
frustrated with the slow pace of things?
Tell me about it.
Now move.
Stop talking about Auroville’s future
and get down to the business of your change.
That’s what we’re here for,
and that’s what we’re doin’.

I’m serious.
That’s my mode with you.
I’m here to see it through.
Come on Joseba,
will you at least try
to see the real battle ahead?

I don’t have the number
of all the people we’re supposed to have,
but move a city in here,
and we’ve lost the battle.
The ring spirituality come first.
We need to ground first,
for how ever long it takes
to start seeing realized people among us.
The battle’s with your own consciousness.
That’s the right dharma armed.

Let’s not get caught in politics,
Anandi.
Get the job done.
Now it’s time to begin.
Let’s go.

The last consciousness.
Can you believe this?
We see it happen.
We see a realized person among us.
It will be here soon.
There’s no denyin’ it’s comin’.

He’s not to lead us
or change our shorts.
This is not guru time.
There to begin the change,
an individual among us.
It ricochets,
one person’s transformation,
and soon other people are realized.

This is not the way ashram’s work.
We didn’t see it work in ours.
Just a few
got turned on,
but that’s not gonna happen here.
This is a different animal.
The field is prepared.
It’s all laid out
for it to happen,
the Streisand effect.

We’re gatherin’ consciousness now.
Soon the mix will be ready,
and that person will change,
a catalyst for others,
no enlightened sweepstakes,
but enough to start the crowd.
It’s comin’,
and we just have to wait and see.

How much I have said today.
It’s a vehicle for change.
It’s got that on it,
some here recently arrived blueprints.
You’ll find this better than architectural plans
or any number of people.
Well, here we are.

I’m Sorry, I Made That

On By Donny Lee DukeIn applied nonduality, ego activism, seer poetryLeave a comment

feature image by Donny

An opportunity
Kozar. [vision of a mean-looking person coming to a line of people and slapping someone near the front of the line so hard they fall to the ground and then doing the same to someone towards the end of the line]
He didn’t quit.
‘Cause you make it,
you always make it.
This is not a spiritual Disney Land.
This is not great,
but it has awareness in it.

I’m feeling the world.
I’m feeling my own inadequacies.
I love my dog.
This is great,
such warm sunshine,
and my little boy,
he carries my heart around on his sleeve.
I carry his form around in my eyes.
He’s wonderful to look at.
Those are my propellers,
and I love to be successful with them:
that little boy gets what he needs,
that Rottweiler.

I measure my life by this,
how successful I am with people.
Do we all stand here?
He’s form to look at,
that one sittin’ there.
It must be Himself,
the divine in the room,
all the way to God.
This is not just some form in my head.
Oh my God it’s God,
tangible, real.

How do I count this to you?
I don’t think it’s possible.
Ultra-dimensions pass on through each other
and come hold hands with my life,
like they know me.
That street sign,
it has my name on it.
That t-shirt
beat the impossible.
See that beggar?
Hump that one.
And God waves at yah.
It comes and goes.
India is the attitude of the divine.
You’re not gettin’ it.
It would not be an information folder.
It’s not a belief system.
I’m right there.
I’m not shaking like a leaf.
12 o’clock
I can see divine process,
and you’re saying probably the hardest thing to say:
you’re meeting deity on your terms.

This is not major broadcast news.
Who wants to hear about it?
I stand, I see, I know God.
It’s not like you think,
all fire and brimstone.
It’s love.
The patience They have can move mountains.
I’m all stacked up God,
individual deities in the room too.
They just love yah to death.

How do we measure Them?
Okay I’m human, You’re divine,
and let’s get this point across.
Come here—
like my Rottweiler I can’t say no.
They hand me.
It’s wonderful.

Okay you can’t see Them.
How do I call out to you?
You’re my bro, see.
They are not yet my next of kin.
It’s this gulf/divide. [words spoken simultaneously]
They come here in representation.
Representation divides my room.
I can’t bite the hand that feeds me,
but it’s all aglow.

What do we do with all this see?
Show it to yah.
You’ll deny it.
You won’t like it.
But the mountain has some of yah,
if you’re wide awake,
and God’ll think you’ll die,
you can’t hold ‘im.

I would take you to summer school.
Hop on my bus.
It’s crowded.
Who will my drink companion?
I’m lookin’ at an empty bus.
Well here’s lookin’ at yah kid.
I’m all full of deity.

Why can’t I transform?
Okay, I’m still in ordinary consciousness.
What’s the deal?
Flash floods,
people just crowd me out of God.
They’re my touchy-feely reality.
I have to live with them.
It gets bigger all the time,
the living room of embodied existence,
I mean the people interacting with mine.
Okay, get rid of it.
That’s not possible.

I have to live up to you,
and Douglas I do.
That’s my partner.
Where do we go with all this human?
You can’t tell ‘em you’re out to lunch.
All this density defies deity,
or does it?
Density of human being,
can we control that?

Density of human being we can get better.
We can put everybody at their stations
and have a crowded room to ourselves,
when our very own room is impossible.
I know how to do that with that boy,
put him to his whatever.
This takes timing and security.
You have to know when to go in
and realize you’re safe to do that.
You’re buildin’ walls
that don’t keep people out as much as you in.
You see the lighter?

Instructing my house,
arguably a bit more busy than yours.
I think the magic has to go to the transformation.
We’re opening divine consciousness.
It’s the deity in the room.
Oh and speaking of which,
for love of Rottweiler
I do not control this poem.
Do you know how lovely a Rottweiler is?
I’m here for deity.
I mean I must be.
I wanna be.
It’s not happenin’.

They’re there for me.
All the dogs burst through the door,
have joined me on the bed.
Oh those dogs.
Now listen,
I’m giving you instructions I’m gettin’.
Bruno’s eating a pair of shorts.
Bruno!
A blow by blow poem. [actually describing events in my room as they happen]
Now take this job and shove it.
Can we trust divine process?
It’s so large.
It destroys us.

Alright poet clear the room.
I’m not killin’ yah.
Even when it’s got our good at heart,
it makes us lift the human race higher than we are
every time we say the word.
I’m expressive of deity.
I am so expressive of human.
Everything’s a divine moment you see.
I can’t get over it.
I’m gonna go pet my Rottweiler.
There are no complications there.

A reader is left wondering what to do,
and you know I’m listenin’ too.
Turn God into slime,
or silly putty,
just stay sober.
I’m gonna
go to every page of this diary.
I’m not gonna be a fool.
I’m gonna put my relations on rightly:
stand back and see God,
all the time.

Weird Alf,
take it from here.
Oh no it’s terrible.
You know I’m talking about mocking videos,
Auroville infighting,
all this irony,
all these videos.
Sit down.
Well he has never failed on your science test.
Wait his test.
You’ll get caught up in something,
and you’re not the angel in the room.
We say nobody’s perfect.
What we mean is
wow, nobody’s good.

Now, starting with the elementary school,
we’re gonna look through that door.
Where gonna look
at God see there.
It has a hand on your life
that your dog can show you.
You can put your foot down,
and the dog knows you’re his master,
or you can look at that tea kettle.
It’s an attention grabber.
Now we can go to that military tank.
No it’s not aimed at us.
It’s protection.

How do we find God?
Well I’ve given you the first number:
I made a mistake.
It happens to the best of us.
I’m having one
big relationship
with the world through God.
Now listen,
you have to pick God up somehow.
It’s not done by books and tea stories.
There are no other eyes but God,
and that’s half the equation.
God sees even without eyes.
It’s not a blind relationship.
You’re all over it.
You’re there in the midst.
Peel back the walls.

Boy double field have I done.
I don’t know, a counter offensive.
Take back the city of Kyiv.
We’re military commanders.
We’ve got to get our capitol straight.
That’s the only thing holding us up for war.
The military is on my side.
We let the divine victory go ahead.
This is major defeat for the enemy.
You can’t give them soosh anymore,
that sudden life force
they get from bad relations.
These are not human creatures.
They’re the anti-divine.

Fuck all this raincoat.
That’s a blow off statement.
I’m a pop singer.
I’m going to bring you down to science.
God is not cultivated clay.
God is right there in your room.
You can’t get nothing out of Him.
You’re a pauper when it comes to purpose.
You have no burning need.
Notice God is there
when life can’t go on without Him.
This is an apple yard.
I don’t think despair has you by the throat.
You’re not in hell on earth.
That’s another kind of find Him.

You’re really restricted.
There is no room for you in society.
You try to keep up appearances.
You can’t define yourself.
You plainly see your inadequacies,
and you need help.
This is beyond human repair.
I wonder to suicide,
or I’m scarin’ to Mexico.
It’s got so bad he wants to bring something back.
These are the circumstances to bring God into my life.
I don’t care about the double feelings.
God to come in.

You wanna contact with the two brothers.
I pick the color O’Neill. [spoken in Douglas’ voice]
Taste sweet.
I think gonna sell the island.
You mean he’s gonna be known by the public?
Did he bite you?
No he didn’t. [vision of Nitish running off a street dog with a stick, and it seemed like it bit him, but it didn’t. I’m speaking the two lines to him in the vision]
There is protest.
There is this one
say it here,
and I watch while the balloon take me.
But you'd probably think it bites living in an Amish paradise. [heard sung by Weird Al, “Amish Paradise”]
It was God don’t wanna tell yah.

Where do we rose the poem,
an Amish simplicity in Auroville?
I think we’re talking to everybody.
Great Thou art.
No need to wear homespun clothes,
get all down and dirty
in fixin’ crops.
You can be an urbanite,
or not.
Where we come simple is God.
He’s the keeper
of our relationships human.
We look at all things through Him.
Can you envision this?

Now fight that crowd
God in the flesh.
We are only meeting ourselves.
Nobody has it right in Auroville.
Divine consciousness came.
I think you all spit on it.
Is there anyone on earth that doesn’t?
Few of you.

On top of Auroville
divine process happens.
You would not like to know I’m there.
I’m sorry,
this happens.
An Amish simplicity round house,
I’m doin’ the best I can.
Could you meet me up there?
Luna Rottweiler, photo by Donny

A Verb of Words

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Who stays close to skyscrapers?
A digital bureaucracy
won’t look at my poetry.
I don’t know what it means.
Man’s critical college parallel universe was
thrown into poetry.
I don’t think no one reads him,
even though it was a parallel universe.
Did I just say that?
You like mules
that have no meaning behind them
when they’re pullin’ a plough.
You don’t like to figure out stuff.
I don’t think you like meaning.
It’s read it’s bread.
Stop and take a look no way.

How do we bring down poetry into the universe?
My God the spheres here.
I can make up a poem to please yah.
See Dick run after Jane?
Okay get out of the knob Joe.
Meaning is paradise.
It’s not your guttural wear.
The random nonsense of meaning words,
did I just say paradise?

I’m at a loss for words.
Nobody understands me.
Critical Hank,
is that self-meaning or self-pity?
What do you see in an enemy?
A reader.
I’m all out of poems,
and they just comin’.
I’m really not doin’ this.
Poetry has grabbed my testicles and is squeezing them.
In silence no one can hear you scream.

That’s what my mind dirts,
when poetry comes in my window.
I’m liftin’ silence to read it.
It gets you all trashed
in dirt modules,
the mind’s interference,
and unfortunately the more trashed the more you like it.
I hear the mind there
all readable by rationality.
The mind likes symmetry.

I put a poem in pieces
where silence holds my poem.
I’m tryin’ to say this pure verse,
really, really from the silence,
unadulterated
by anything mind can give.
Do you see me there?
I’m listenin’ hard.
Like I say I come in pieces.

How do you value a poem?
It’s meaningful to you.
I don’t think you’re concerned with the silence.
The root of poetry has no meaning
to someone who looks at stuff all the time.
Pure abstractness’s not what I’m talkin’ about.
If you let it happen,
meaning would come in time
personal to you.
It would hit you on the nose
a vehicle trip.
I can't get at this abstraction.
Well can you let poetry breathe,
take off your thinking cap a moment?

You’re gonna be taken for a ride kid
in the hit you of your stuff,
in the node of your surround things.
Poetry will take you somewhere
out of yourself
in the larger spheres.
It has meaning
all wrapped up in purpose,
and we clear here.
Poetry is a vehicle of meaning
that will look at you in your underwear.
Are you desnudo?
Wow, amazing,
can you come read your poetry?

Can we understand your poetry together with silence?
I think the reader’s talking to me again.
Okay let’s say some hard words.
I’m a stallion in Paris.
When I look through my radar I see you.
I’ve opened my first book.
It’s just terrible.
It’s just terrible.
We can reader handle a book,
shall we?

You pronounce it better,
that publication.
They say I’m crazy.
And a book shall lead them,
trusting you.
You’re open.
You can definitely see the Sun.
Get out of the way,
and it will rain down upon us
how to do poetry,
be happy with what you make in a better way.

Tall recognition
of you’ve got some answers,
the answer,
despite failure.
I put failure in.
You got the Sun in your eyes.
You can check and see if it’s there.
Read this one.
You’re having a beautiful Yahtzee surprise.
Sit Sharma you have done.

A poet has his word out.
Shoulder gets a new test.
Oh, this is getting down to me,
the purport of poetry:
be meaning and don’t expect anything in return.
I think we just said the universe.

How do we do that,
get we and put it in a higher position?
Yeah, okay, struggle to survive.
Why am I gaslighting this?
I broke through the crowd and I silenced the sound.
They wondered if I was to blame
for Mary. [This two above lines heard sung by Bob Ayala, “The Song of Joseph”]
Into the divine,
can I take you?
There’s no struggling with,
there’s no struggling with another person.

Goddamn dude,
it was nothing but
I wonder why the U. S. has so many problems controllin’ that track right there. [line spoken at the end of a dream, a question I asked, a Green Beret in the dream, seeing a heavily armed train belonging to the Taliban insurgents, the track being representative of the field of Afghanistan while the U. S. was still there]
Hey come here—
wastin’ time. [heard sung by Dobie Gray, “Drift Away”]
Just don’t bombard me okay?
Go and see that
as a blockbuster. [vision of having gone to the ocean floor to see the wreck of the Titanic]
Harry Potter,
you’re tryin’ to swim
unlimited.
We’ll be right back.
That must be the phone.

Now bring meaning down to time.
I’m every bit in your skyscraper.
Bring me down-to-earth, will yah?
Get me outta here,
a lonely meaning in time.
I’m all about your reveille post.
Open up to the meanings you have missed.
I’m only there.

I should explain that this poem was posted for just a few moments on Oct. 26, 2022 and then reverted to draft so to submit to Poetry Magazine, and it took eight months for them to reply. Here is their email in regards to this poem, dated May 18, 2023:

Dear Donny Duke,

Thank you for sending your work to POETRY magazine—and thank you, too, for your patience as you waited for our response.

We won’t be publishing anything from your submission, but we wish you the best of luck in publishing it elsewhere and appreciate you sending it our way.

Thanks so much for your support of the magazine. We hope you are as safe and well as can be.

Gratefully,

The Editors

Manifesting Auroville Today

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Give Me your post—
exact words
on their whole creation,
and the divine does more than just speak my words;
they are manifested,
actualized actually.
They’re all over the place.
Let’s not block the city now.
We’d spell it out now,
and can I talk from my inmost secure space
and not have you hate me for it?

Heroin,
all this
birthday
Auroville new city celebration.
You already
put it on the funeral pyre.
It’s got lands on it
Auroville doesn’t wear.

Who said Auroville to be a government city?
Can the government control that,
human unity?
You say the Mother appointed the appointee,
and where did she come from?
A government takeover of India.
Is this wrong?
Where will it lead us?
You know a Hindu state.
Are you comfortable with this,
India institutionalized by religion?

Could religious observance be required,
and to what degree?
Would you give the power to the people
to decide for themselves?
You’d list it on the bulletin board what they should do,
how they should think,
how they should act.
I think Auroville is a proving ground for this,
a model city.

You’re just excited because she’s come to town,
this government appointee,
and she’s moving things forward,
or so it seems.
What is the master plan,
a city led by the Mother?

Let’s take a minute and count our sums.
Auroville is to be the city of the new human being.
Spiritual transformation rules the day,
radical transformative steps
of inner keeping.
This is everybody’s inner wear.
You tell everybody to do it?
You hand it down by decree?
You rule it into existence?

You make it happen
by an Auroville bigger than its spheres.
It’s loosely organized
so it can happen.
It’s got so much time on it,
but first it has to begin,
and who’s doin’ it?

I think I’ve heard Muriel preaching about it.
Manifesting Auroville says it must be done.
It’s not a legalistic handover to man.
Can you come to terms with yourself?
It’s not happenin’ in your lives either.
It’s a radical change
of you do this, you do that.
Nobody can figure it out.
It’s high in the sky.
You don’t know how to look at the world without the divine.
You’ve failed this first test:
they are not divine we are.

There opens up in you a compassion
for even people who make mistakes,
even child molesters
and axe murderers.
You way with them,
give them your knowledge by identity.
That’s what you do with them
to stop them from hurting people.
No other force works,
am I right?
Knowledge by identity
is where we meet the world.
No, you don’t have this either.

What the heck?
This is an evaluation program
to see if you can talk about human unity.
That’s a spiritual vision, you know?
You just seem to think it’s a conglomerate of humanity,
a mixture of races and countries and creeds.

Well let’s look at the secretary.
She’s at a radical change of consciousness?
That’s the Mother in her steps?
How does she approach people
who say no to her policies?

There there now my child,
you rebellious little thing,
how do I obstacle you?
My mother’s love is on the table,
and let’s see about your needs
so we can get to the bottom of this.
Does she do that?
Does she have the Mother’s grace?
If that is not needed then,
who do you want to be the principle player in Auroville?
You don’t want the Mother?

Crash and burn you say,
just get things done.
It’s not the physical city you’re building.
It’s a change of consciousness.
You can’t build that with physical means.
It can’t happen in an environment of fear and loathing.
Are you sure you want Auroville?
Do you really understand its plan?
You want 50,000 residents,
or whatever greater number,
before the true work has begun?
Really?

You’re right about the sloth cabins,
the people just there to eat
a green city,
the people who just want their comfortable livin’,
but what do we do with them?
Do we just let them be?
How do you turn on a city to divine consciousness?
Preach to them?
Where is that spark?
Move thousands more people in,
and there goes the possibility.
Now let’s work on us.
Can you see that?

No method I can provide will satisfy you,
but we’d need to see the inner consciousness.
What does that look like when it’s happenin’?
How do we do it?
You open it.
You get busy with the inner consciousness.
That looks very different than Auroville of today.
It looks very different than your contribution to Auroville.

We’d need to see the city first,
have it start its development plan
in a little square one.
It can’t do that now.
In all your talk about it you’re throwin’ it away.
You’ve just let the government come in and take over.
Can we say that again?
The government of India will run Auroville,
and you’re okay with that.

I am so very sorry, you’ve lost Auroville.
We have to wait for a savior now,
and that won’t be an administrator
or any single person.
I think the world will have to come in
and take back what it rightfully owns.
How that will happen,
well, let’s wait and see.

Father Brochure Does Bhavana a Taste of Heaven

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It doesn’t work,
speak no evil.
There’s social media,
a limited engagement.
You’re robbed of your thinking.
You just can’t get along without it.
I use it to post poems.
No one listens to me.
I’m too far out there,
a lamp post.

Crud’s got your thinking.
It’s all wrapped up in stuff,
the opinion polls.
I don’t know where to begin
to tell you this is dangerous to your health.
How do we get rid of it?
We don’t.
We let it stay.

It’s horrific on our senses.
It pulls us this way and that,
and we can write on it our opinions
in user content.
That’s its value to us.
Can we stop this,
practice patience,
holy roller your pen?

I would have to explain this mule.
Can we get off of it?
No, it’s coming from your inner source of inspiration.
It’s got the light of worlds on it.
You speak because it’s an inner necessity.
You don’t really want to.

Oh my God the ploughs here.
I think we can be deluded.
Yeah, you crazy you ain’t.
How do you know which way to go?
How do you know it’s genuine?
It’s engages your life right at the node.
It’s got your guts spilled out on the page
in poetic symbols.
If it’s video art,
you're revealin’ your problems in time
where infinity meets them.

If you think you’re a realized being you’re not.
Oh my I’ve crossed lines:
I’m not a realized being
saying that.
I think we can pepper some individuals on this flagpole.
What would they sound like?
Oh my God it’s God.
Give me a link to a video
you’ve heard this on,
and let’s consider it.

Now back to the mule.
I don’t think you’re dressed up.
You don’t wear camera wear,
and I’m not talkin’ costumes, make-up.
In a creation video they’re fine.
You’re not tryin’ to say somethin’
expoundatory,
and you’re revealin’ yourself
as the origin of the video,
whatever.
You don’t expound your themes.
You’re surprised from inside
when your inspiration wants to say somethin’,
and the inspiration writes itself.
Can you follow me here?
I’m not done.

I think we clue in on Muriel
or Manifesting Auroville.
These are not divine papers.
They show and tell.
They don’t say anything
that will change your life.
They’re just there on the page
quoting masters.

They have something to say,
and with creativity and with clout,
but it’s your standard, ordinary video,
or something to say,
and it doesn’t engage the world with you.
It’s pretty and all,
sometimes,
but it doesn’t hold your hand and speak properly
like a friend.
You’re engaged
to claim supremacy over others.
I’m sorry Manifesting Auroville,
you’re not there with me
in the error of my stuff
a way station for hope.

Can we get goin’?
I’d like to talk to you,
and I’m manifestin’ Auroville too.
We’ve some things to consider
you have not.
Can that be done?

It’s just my look.
I engage you
in the pencil of a book,
in the principle of a book.
We wouldn’t start at chapters.
It’s got all the way to Israel on it,
the intro to racial equality.
It’s a big book,
and we’d start there.

Have we branded Auroville?
We’ve hit it right on the head,
the exponential of Auroville.
Do join us.

The Poem of the Benediction

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Their love of yoga,
all that had to do with the divine.
The divine is alive and well on Planet Earth.
He sees you.
Can you hear ‘im?
Made out to be a man,
but really She’s a woman,
when you get right down to pictures of Her
in the caretaker of Her smile.

A Mother Might looks out on the world,
and we are all the better for it.
Let’s change some,
become ourselves again,
as children see the world:
it glows,
oohs and aahs;
it’s bigger than us,
and we love it.
Gimmie the beat boys and free my soul. [heard sung by Dobie Gray, “Drift Away”]
You know how it feels,
so good to be alive.
Thank you Mother.

Now I’m dancin’ on this ice.
I don’t know how to explain this.
Oh Mother,
that’s not You in Pondicherry,
but I think we lifted You up
when we adored her feet.
I call on You through her,
as our yoga sees the world,
and in perfect deity fashion,
that woman in Pondicherry helps.
She’s in my living room.
Now do we count blessings?
I am in the arms of the Mother, you know?
She fills out for me
the way to move forward.
I call on her some,
but she is not my image of God.
I mean like I do sit in her lap,
pettin’ my Rottweiler,
but I’m lookin’ at God.

I can tell you a lot about deity.
There are waves of them.
I listen to them all the time.
I mean, I hear them speak.
I’m not always at their beck and call,
and I’m choosy.
I want those Sun voices way up there.
They’re wonderful.
They have our divinity all over them.
They gauge us there,
and they point us to God,
the supreme all-encompassing universe
that existence can light,
and it’s a conscious Individual all things are.
Don’t let my words get in the way.
God is how we meet the One on its time.
I’m talking big you understand.

All this agency gets down to us,
the level of existence we’re at—
I think I just heard God.
God will talk to you in spheres.
That’s what divinity is for,
and each time we mistake the day for the sun.
Conversations with God
are conversations with some deity.
How much freedom to understand that.
It’s yoga based,
if you want to know the truth.
We want to be God’s lovers here on earth.
We want to know God here on earth.
We want to see God here on earth,
see God in everything we see,
and one day,
God will ride us
who we are in time.

I’m breakin’ in on barriers
to show you God,
and these words have failed I know
to overcome that last barrier,
to understand God real in this sentence.

Can you light the fire of God?
This is not a proverbial question.
I’m askin’ ‘cause it hurts
you if you don’t,
hurts you in the fundamental ground of reality.
You can envision no one cares.
You can’t smuggle up to reality
and say this is safe.
You don’t know how to tie your shoe,
and that’s lacin’ the world
through your fingers
a project that smiles.
You’re just all bummed out
because the wonder of it all
is insufficient
to pick you up and carry you along
when you’re so discouraged you just want to die.
And I gettin’ through?

The fire of God is lightable on our time.
It’s not a deity wear,
some figure of God
asking for your allegiance.
It will burn off all this.
It will be bigger than time.
It won’t sit in an abode and judge you.
It will with the universe hold your hand.

How do you get there?
You need God.
Oh man I can’t get this through.
People will kill you if you don’t,
or the world will fall in.
Look out,
I’m tellin’ yah how to find God.
It’s need determines present,
and I don’t know how you make those conditions,
but when you’re a pedophile they come naturally.
That’s the price of your hate:
I get God and you don’t
anywhere near I’m showin’ Him to yah.

God hates sinners,
that’s a lie.
Oh my little child,
come let’s give you a bath.
You’ve gotten muddy again.
If you let Me I’ll get you outta there.
And then ensues the relationship.
You just don’t know God.
Or do you?
Come let us love together.
High and mighty,
I don’t see you in God.

Take pictures of Sri Aurobindo.
I’ve blossomed him,
brought out his yoga to the ground floor.
You’ll just think I’m lying,
the worshippers of Sri Aurobindo.
I’m golden atlas.
It’s not Sri Aurobindo I’m seein’.
You know the Supermind’s on the Earth.
I’m tailin’ it in.

Oh my God airplanes,
now look at this one.
It’s bigger than science.
It’s a cash card.
It’s the right way to do Earth.
It’s not forced.
It doesn’t have any artificial barriers between you
and what you’re supposed to do.
It’s not a morality flag.
It brings a different formula into the equation.
How big is this?
It heals time.

I’ve got roads on.
I push reality through the basin of time.
Shut up and go to sleep—
a reader quibs in.
Alright I’ll admit it.
It’s the supramental.
It’s very intense,
but it’s the supramental
has ahold of my paper.
I’m telling you what the decision is:
they are to occur the region.
Heavy regions,
girls we gotta absolve the conflict.
You put it in right there,
make the supramental the way we handle evil.
We don’t just military our paper.

Let me let you take a short look at that.
And then I realized something:
how does an honest criminal realize their mistake?
You banish them
forever.
Agency,
now to realize the Mother and Sri Aurobindo’s,
yeah, exactly.
Ensues the conversation.
Are you gonna be prepared?
I will be honest;
I didn’t know your name
Impossible.
Let’s get one thing straight, surrender to God,
it becomes possible right now.

God is the answer God is the key,
and the beauty is it’s not abstract.
You get here to this post God is holding your hand.
You can hear Him speak.
You can feel His power.
You can bask in His love.
You can see Him in everything that touches you I do.
Can we get anymore cornered than that?
God’s got you cornered,
and you can overcome any behavior.
You can do anything.
Okay those are the big city lights.

Wow, I’ve just described to you how the world was won.
Put that credit in my court,
and let’s celebrate the world together.
I mean not smoking and not being attached to smoking either.
So this rare new style
is upon the Earth today,
and as my teachers told me,
I put it there,
I and they.
Car commander,
be the example to everyone.
You have my permission.
Individuality under the Lord, you know?

I could do it before I found these lyrics,
lost lyrics,
as you won’t find them
until that thing happens
whereby one sees a poem
and gets other people to see it.
That mystery engagement with poetry,
I’m at a loss to understand.
Better thank a look,
knock out reader.
You know, have a nice day.

Make civilian source,
make civilian ready,
I am on my way
in the literary of my smile,
in the literacy of everybody’s smile.
Now here.
Is this Heaven? [vision with this line of being in a narrow exhibition space and colorful, extraordinary photographs on the walls all around me, more colorfully extraordinary ones appearing as I’m asking this question]
Your vanity
has registered a trip.
Oh excuse the mule,
he’s a real piece of work.
But I’m still comfort in,
and I’m standin’ by at your house,
if you ever wanna change the world
you live in.

How do you want me to be?
How to dream afterwards.
Tell this to the press corps:
I’m proud of yah;
you stopped killin’ people
on death row
(Oh BBC do you hear me?
That was pressure to kill
the Parkland shooter,
who you wanted killed.
Now on with the scroll),
and got the news ready
to see the criminal as a human being
you care about even though they did somethin’.
And there that’s my piece.

Not from institution to move along:
to auto-flash cooking
that old traditional paper just reports on.
We put it in user-generated content.
Hello gatekeeper, keep up.
Now there,
I got your number,
don’t I?

Supergame,
everybody listen to Hairy.
He’s got somethin’
make us all better people.
You out to lunch?
Glad you could join us,
as you left your sin and came over to help us.
Why do you all try to help?
We care,
which means
we grow up to care,
and everybody learns the three R’s
while they’re learnin’ this—
the whole import of school,
and can you tell me why not?

Newspapers here,
I gave you a way to make yourselves better.
Read this
to the public:
let’s teach our children to care,
and we solve all human-made problems
if we care about everybody.
How simple that is to see,
how horrible
we are blind to it,
and science-based gets us there?
Here’s where science fails:
it can’t see God,
and God alone cares.
We’re done.

The root of all papers,
and I’m figurin’ time.
What would you quib here,
I don’t see the import of your paper?
And if you said that
I don’t think you care
or even write home—
a poetry blush,
I mean practice for enlightenment.
Do we all come along?
Spiritual enlightenment,
it happens one person at a time.

I didn’t end this properly.
Let’s end this properly.
Okay where does your paper take us,
so long and thanks for all the fish?
At a human
let’s all look Christmas.
I mean study love
as the foundation of society.
Would I be talking to a brick wall?

Mobilization 9

On By Donny Lee DukeIn applied nonduality, ego activism, seer poetryLeave a comment 
He discovered that his Crimea life had to change.
I’m not talking about the pencil box.
We’re seein’ movies:
all eyes on the outer scene and you're in the movie.
How do I concentrate?
Remove obstacles.
Look at your life in purpose.
Don’t just stand there and stare at things.

I don’t know how to engage this.
Look at that rice on your plate.
Does it need you?
Yet it exists.
I need another metaphor.
There’s a dog in the corner.
It’s barking.
It’s baking.
It’s just lost in its own movement, you see?

You put yourself in everything you’re lookin’ at.
Can you give a free look,
free of charge?
Just look,
no questions asked.
This is less painful.
It’s not up and down.

The Source is just a remover of boundaries.
The Source won’t last long on my time.
I’m a question paper.
In this instructional video,
can we suddenly lick my nose,
make mean somethin’?
I wanna apply this to life
in the substance of my hands.
We process thought
so your hands help the world sunshine.
This even in the substance of your genitals
and how your dick holds the world when you look out upon the world.
Why the sudden graphic video?
Attention readers,
I think I got yours.
Once we go down there it’s hard to come back up, you know?
even in a poem.
I study reality whether you believe it or not.
I put divine values on everything.
Now I’m learnin’ to not bother with me.
A thousand runs will there it is.

We don’t want to invest reality with our stuff
in the substance of our see.
We want to be free in that look.
It’s like the doorbell rings,
and you’re not concerned about it.
You do not enter the picture.
Can you get that look?

It’s hard to bear/keep. [words spoken simultaneously]
There are so many things pressing on your mind.
This is thought control
at its most basic.
Can you see reality from here?
It’s got lines in it.
Crossing them means you.
A monkey sees that
swingin’ from tree to tree.
You can’t see that in your living room.
You’re not involved in yourself in reality,
unless your reality needs that look.
It’s screamin’ at yah.
Can get that look
on death row.
Reality has you by the balls,
and you see yourself too much.

This is freedom from spheres.
You have a long way to go
to freedom yourself,
oh world of my sunshine.
It’s not a substance of thought.
Your reality changes
the ground of consciousness has.
Wow, this is frightful
if you haven’t bubbled into it over time.
There’s no room for it,
with your leavin’ everything,
and you don’t know how to handle zero,
and everything’s still around you.
We’’ll get to that later.
It’s the culmination
culminated elsewhere.
This poem doesn’t go that far.
Here you just let go
of you as you stare at things.
photo by Donny
Anyway I’ve got a limited ordinary sword. [vision putting the image for poem here]
I can’t seem to see the forest for the trees.
It’s hot stuff,
because it’s got so much reality behind it,
but still there’s ordinary consciousness there.
Can you count the trees?
Can you even tell the difference
between a reality bin
and ‘can you see the trees’?

I am a lineman for the county. [heard sung by Glen Campbell, “Wichita Lineman”]
You’ve tripped up everybody—
a line you make.
Will it ever join reality?
We’d have to look at my poems awhile and see.
No one’s taking them to the picture show.
What form is that?
Can you get rid of me?
You’re not packaged reality.
I think the reader said that.

This is traditional English in the mass.
Where do all these bubbles come from?
A larger reality
that makes passes at reality
and even cowardly reality.
Much more was in conflict after Zelenskyy’s assassination.
Can we make Zelenskyy any bigger?

Planets and rallies in the corner,
the poet the symbol is a metaphor of.
This is so on your feet.
This is so operation from your mystery.
His society refuses him to speak.
You heard his poetry anyway—
lessons in accountability.

Alright throw him away for now,
and just look at bare reality.
It’s there behind the poem.
She was always ahead of the Path.
Can clear at any moment,
and she just keeps engagin’ in stuff until it does.
Do you want to see my failure in things?
It’s listed on the net.
And there it is.

Man it came to me at dawn:
I am now gonna make it to the top of the world,
with or without you. [heard sung by U2, “With or Without You”]
Do you hear my drivin’ point?
My freedom from midnight,
from all expressions of evil.
Can you hear that power?

It’s right where you least suspect it.
It’s in your living room.
Pick me up will yah?
Get into the rest of that television
mobilized for enlightenment.
Cheerio.

You can say he went to the doctor.
A lot comes out of that.
Good and clean,
those are the eyes.
Hallelujah.