Sri Aurobindo Birth Cemetery

from Twitter

A poem by Donny Lee Duke

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now can we get past a name?
They trip us up every time.
Okay put a pedophile in Supermind1
for one sudden moment in life,
and we’ve found a way out of name.
You got it.

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  1. For a description of the experience click here.

Love Is

photo by Nitish

A poem by Donny Lee Duke

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

photo by Donny

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

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

photo by Donny

video, video editing and song by Donny

photo by Douglas

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

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

photo by Douglas

gimped by Donny (in the vision that showed me this image, the 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 Donny

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

videos, video editing and mantra by Donny

photo by Nitish

photo by Donny

photo by Donny

photo by Donny

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

photo by Donny

photo by Donny

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

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

photo by Donny

photo by Donny

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

photo by Donny

photo by Douglas, gimped by Donny

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

photo by Donny

photo by Donny

photo by Douglas

video and video editing by Donny

photo by Donny

photo by Donny

photo by Donny

photo by Nitish

photos by Donny, gimped by him

photo by Donny

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

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

photo by Douglas

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

photo by Donny

Photo by Donny

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

photo by Nitish

photo by Douglas, gimped by Donny

photo by Donny

photo by Donny

photo by Nitish

photo by Donny

photo by Nitish

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

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

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

photo by Mithun

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

photo by Douglas

photo by Donny

photo by Donny

photo by Donny

photo by Douglas

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I need to fix
tabernacle.
May I come in?

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

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

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


Ego Activism

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.

Can We Find Forgiveness?

Ravena, Auroville, photo by Donny

A poem by Donny Lee Duke

This is like fire.
This is electricity,
horses, I don’t know.
Take the sound off.
You have a pay by go guide,
a living tree.
What do I do with it?
It’s not of public interest.
You hear me?

Magical,
it broadcasts the sun.
I just sit here and read it.
It’s got lives in it.
It’ll tell you anything you need to know.
So much to hear.

I’m not fond of it
where poems are concerned.
It’s like a tunnel I have to go through.
It’s got me until the end.
Can you say it?

Let’s twist the words around I’m sorry,
can you meaning?
No, it’s not a broken muse.
I’m godawful sorry
for things.
I don’t know how to show this to you.
Do I take my hat off?

I think about you a lot,
where feeling meets life.
I don’t drag my wrong through my mind at every moment.
I think about how you feel.
I put myself in your shoes.
Remorse has this as a gun.
Repentance means these words
and a lifetime of service to humanity.

I gut feeling this.
I’m racked by your pain,
sit at my computer and cry
when I encounter it,
or in my mind’s eye when I rove around the world.
Your loss rents my breast,
the pain of the tortured child,
the destroyed city,
the puppy dog that’s lost its owner,
the man that’s done something wrong,
terribly hurt somebody.
I want to gather you all up in my arms
a power of God to heal,
but I have not God’s strength,
and I can only feel my inadequacies to help.

Let me tell you my strategy.
I have a world
in front of my face,
all these people I care for,
tend to when they’re sick,
encourage them when they’re down,
counsel them when they need,
cook for them when they’re hungry,
shop for them when they need things,
carry their dreams in my heart
to help give some interpretation.

I listen to them.
I hold their hands.
Half of them are dogs.
A puppy is to me a human child,
and I spend all day with one,
giving her that special attention,
and with a human child,
giving that concentrated care.
It’s how I take care of you.
When I look in their little eyes I see all the world.

Can you feel me here?
I am a servant of mankind.
I am my brother’s keeper,
and I love you so very much.
Have you heard me?

Forgiveness is a model
for the road to understanding.
It’s not something you do
like a magic out of thin air.
We know not yet the issue of our deeds.
We cannot see their fount.
We have a whole ride to do that,
a great big storybook to learn.
It takes inner searching
to a degree most are uncomfortable with.

Understanding comes that way,
in the middle of forgiveness.
Can we learn forgiveness?
Can we bring peace on earth?

Take the Majority

photo by Donny

A poem by Donny Duke

All That You Need Is Take the Majority from Them
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.

A Mixin’ on the Cosmic Two Yard Line

photos by Donny, gimped by him

A poem by Donny Lee Duke

Alright let’s look at yah.
Amazing tornado,
it fixes the Yoga
right along its seams.
He reveals the Yoga.

No one’s ever done this before.
Wow, enlightenment.
It’s not possible to ignore ‘im.
He is delivery man.
This upsets the applecart.
Do you admire this or tear it apart?

A nice, safe and comfortable high five.
They’re just startled.
You manifest.
It’s beyond their pale.
If she has it she gives it to yah,
American house maker’s exchange.
You know what?
Put the dog in here.
Nitish bring them all.

Heat—The Inevitable Word
look where he’s wired.
We found him.
He’s in the city.
He’s around the ashram program,
an independent speaker of Sri Aurobindo.

Take him down.
We’re sure this is not the Word.
Who made frogs talk to him?
I was not prepared for the length of his contribution.
I can’t believe it;
he’s put so much out there.

My God the Word.
This is what it looks like.
Where do we put him?
Just leave ‘im alone.
A revolutionary speaker,
a speaking prophet,
are you kidding?
That’s for us.
It’s instant thrown away.

Down, down, down, up/down/up, down/up/down.
Down, down, down, up/down/up, down/up/down. [Heard this strum for the guitar]
I’ve write a song for you.
I collaborated you see,
from the bottom of my heart.
From there to the world,
from my touch with the world.
Even indicate a Spirit itself,
the whole planet.
I can’t see it—
an audience speaker.
It’s so close.

Consciousness saving devices
led by Sri Aurobindo.
I drew up the Alamo.
Drew up by popular mechanic.
I will besiege their house.
I will besiege the Alamo.

The divine comedy of Snob Owens
received poems.
You’re composed too much to be mood.
Your life is mood.
Don’t you know you are a shooting star?
There are other universes, other universes, other universes.
Across the universe across the Self.

What?
Every accomplishment will be made little of.
Is that where I piss?
They don’t understand.
No one understands.
You’re gettin’ a medal for bravery.
I’ve been calling this for years.
All you have to work on is the technique.
I give you the words
I give you the song
Mr. Inner Ear.

Talk and oneness are the same.
I do believe I’ve said my piece.
61 minutes
it’s on the way.
All these poems
the way you bring “Above National Commitments” out into the public?
Hear the radio.
It’s comin’.
Put your hat on boys it’s comin’—
right on the two yard line.

My God the Attitude

photo by Donny
A poem by Donny Lee Duke
Where is that tambourine man?
They don’t let you know everything.
A prime example
of so many things I can’t tell you.
You hold a life of noble purposes but it’s there behind you,
the ominous, foreboding nature of man.

I don’t think there’s cause for alarm
you generate goodwill
all in divine purposes.
You’re healed from your trauma,
from everything outside,
when you surpass yourself.

Can we say rock-bottom
has brought you over to freeway?
My God that smarts.
I don’t know how to tell you divine intervention
puts up with it for so long.
It’s a rock-bottom nightmare.

Divine intervention thrones above.
It has you by the hand.
You’re pulled out one by one.
This is grateful
hasn’t found a home yet.
You’re just stuck in the breeze.

Unfortunately you care,
and it just keeps going off.
This is rock-bottom nature
has overcome yourself.
It’s all in the plan
you come out of this alive.

God really cares.
It’s all over His face.
You just stand there and stare at it.
You wait for the world to show you a way out,
all eyes on that exit.
You’re in a harmony with the world.
It seeks you out.
Finally you find it.

There is no celebrating,
no noise you make
of victory.
You don’t even breathe,
least you draw lines in the sand
you get kicked around by.
Hey everybody I’m done!
Oh yeah?
And you fall again.

The unconsciousness of the mental life,
The mental battle,
The mental drama,
they confound.
We tag along
around the silence.

You have reached a divine rescue
in conjunction with the Earth.
You’ve penetrated the Earth,
and the intelligence behind Nature
moves into position.
You just let it happen.

The harmony that results from that
takes you out of harm’s way.
It’s wonderful isn’t it?
Glory hallelujah I’m saved,
truly.

No American
is that on the ground with you.
They take themselves with a grain of salt—
it was the trip
and all the interconnectedness about him
that gave him the pause—
you’re their bogeyman.

I’m okay I’m blind:
I don’t see a reader one interested in my story.
What do you do with this poem?
It’s the dawn of the day.
We’re gonna be right there where it grows.
We’ll give everybody fare warning,
and it shows up on some bulletin board,
the freshest in line.

A Better Shake Himself

Nitish’s new video for his YouTube channel, a challenging poetic odyssey to and at the top Arunachala mountain, Tamil Nadu, India

A Better Shake Himself
Where was that orange beginning?
4:30 at the government.
It’s time to quit school.
I do not think it’s normal.
You think it defines a kid.
What boring lives you must live.
Say hello to the teacher.
Is school good for kids?

Where would Ramana Maharshi bring us?
I don’t think I understand that yet.
I don’t know what it means to be free on the inside.
Imagine not wanting ice cream, or chocolate, or snacks,
and when the world grabs me
I don’t get upset.
Imagine I love everybody the same,
and I love them dearly.

I can imagine these things,
but is that what I want?
But I think I wanna be happy
in any room I’m in.
Wouldn’t you?

That’s it spiritual enlightenment
according to Maharshi.
Do you like shrimps?
Press that.
You run dates?
Don’t get any bigger than that.
Open!

This interviewing for
the Supermind,
The Supermind—
I came home to your paper at Gingee.
Enlightenment opens the door.
Gets all tangled up in enlightenment,
this soul concept I mention.

This sing on little boy,
I lost half of his head
when he went back to school.
I put my hands up.
I throw him away.
Okay what do I do with him?
School finishes him off.
Yeah I know,
gentler society
சின்ன பையன் (cinna paiyan)

We need to get rid
of they lose themselves in school.
Do that,
and reading, writing, and arithmetic will not get in the way of enlightenment.
It’s all on the table,
Mr Soul concept
and the way to enlightenment.

It’ll be a mountain put you there,
one you face alone,
no matter how many climbing partners you have.
You hear the allegory:
you mountain climb the spiritual path.
There’s no other way to get there,
no other way atall.

Can one understand from animals we came?
In that mountain you can.
I gotta study everything.
Mouth of destiny
does not use memorization.
Get out and do.
This is the balance.
Part of it’s red color.
Beyond the rulebook
spiritual enlightenment.

It starts with meditation
the wrong man will get you to believe.
There’s clothes bigger.
How intense is going to be
your progress through life.
Consciousness reals shadows.
The seat of his consciousness
put on there’s more
to reality to see.

Went to the hardest places
in the video game,
their inner spaces.
I need you to put on moral glasses
the preacher will tell you.
No, you are wide open to the sky.
Enlightenment comes through a clear lens.
To all find open to my computer.

Not his trusted hiking partner there beside him,
it’s an enlightened-year-old kid.
That’s his school.
It’s happenin’.
You want that killed dead?You wouldn’t wanna mess that up.

Not the only banjo.
Colynn Hit,
Mr Presscot,
and yours truly Who-Would’ve-Thought-It,
combine their forces with this little boy to meet enlightenment—
climbing partners everyone,
a sadhana circle, dream group, sort of thing.
We’re all comin’ along.
You comin’?

The Iconoclast (Message to Auroville)

Message to Auroville
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?