A guy that’s on the net.
It’s on the net.
I not been poet before.
Spirits in my head and they won’t go. [line heard sung by the Strumbellas, “Spirits”]
We’re shoppin’ for cars.
Can’t find a one in your neighborhood.
Bubble me up please.
This is Ranger.
I’m calculating science.
You don’t understand the net.
I’ll make a video
to make everyone laugh
so I can feel special inside.
I’ll waste my time here.
I don’t know what to say.
Can you do it,
make meaning out of worth?
A horrible commotion
the whole damn net.
Where do we put it?
I’m sure some voices rise.
Some everywhere.
Let’s not fudge with it.
Let’s put meaning on there.
Can you mean somethin,
make us all grow,
like we mean something?
Where is it
the meaning of this paper?
I think you’ve thrown me away.
The net’s speaking me.
Can you hear that?
Can you show your inmost self on TV?
Just one rupee sir,
and we’ll have taxes of course.
See that net?
You won’t be a voice talking.
We won’t take you there.
Do I wanna go down there,
to a person’s imaginary poet world?
Nah,
I read a few lines.
I think we’re good.
What’s he gonna say,
meaning?
Throw that poet away.
I’ve got an appetite for stuff.
Many rules gonna get broken
for the net value.
You are not prepared for its worth.
You just think it’s ticklin’ time.
It’s like a Ouija Board.
Who moved that dial?
Quagmire.
I think you read me loud and clear.
Now let’s test this boat.
Too heavy for us.
I know;
you can’t do it,
wash your hands with Jewish genitals
and save the world.
See how smart you are.
You can’t get your head down your pants.
You need to go really, really, slow.
That book will scare you,
Between Jerusalem I’m Sorry.
Read that book.
It’s an understand the world book,
not just human genitals.
In this book they’re just redeemed.
Can you see Jerusalem?
Oh my God he’s on paper,
the Internet,
the whole world.
Green light,
oh we can go back
and change something
if it didn’t work.
What am I supposed to do,
with QAnon
and that whole Trump’s the savior mess?
Let’s get them meet the press
and it’s we lose our democracy
if they’re voted in.
You okay?
It’s in Nature to stick up like that.
This is a long poem,
exact words.
Give it with me,
the meaning of life.
Back them I didn’t realize, well,
your anxiety’s gonna come up.
I’m sorry,
give yourself a tight squeeze.
We’re handlin’ the book.
This poem needs a picture.
Who Hannah?
She’s a lovely dog.
Leading a dog
to where we belong in time.
Must be some book,
leading a dog through time.
You got my wolf?
I think it’s your wolf actually.
Anyway read the book.
Is that my measurement?
Yes sweetheart.
This person is solvin’ the world.
You got that Houston?
Which asks you to stretch.
It's not fun for The Family Guy either.
Small snake bite—
you won’t get away with it,
no matter how you read it,
without it doin’ you some number.
Enjoy it;
this is the end of the world
that doesn’t know its origin.
You’re headed for a disaster,
oh world we live in,
if you can’t bring this book to light,
or its ideas on some other page.
Look I’m talkin’ to yah straight.
No other book has the power
to bring you to change.
You mean it
where this book is bound to you,
and that’s a doctor,
the one you need right now.
You think I’m exaggerating.
It’s all in the book,
and I’ve just mentioned time.
Can you see that far?
I don’t think you’re even lookin’.
History has a book party.
I think you’ll find this book
in its Rolodex.
You’re not listenin’.
You’ve watched too many commercials.
I reader
am in the whole thing.
Read it
and don’t look back.
You want extra-terrestrial contact
I should ask.
I’m not talking about the one in spaceships.
This is bigger than words.
Okay talk to the world
the very nature of its see.
I’m showin’ you that
extra-terrestrial.
No other formula has it
quite to this degree.
You understand me?
The nature of the universe will talk to yah
in large poetry ships,
and the prose will just knock you sideways.
All in a day’s work
in that book.
You take it from here.
Anyway, let’s call most everybody:
what do you want to do when you grow up?
You want to be mountain and feel pregnant with the world?
Excellent,
I got it.
I got your book,
and we’re right here
in the lighthouse
Pondicherry U.S.A.
to the spirit of India,
where star wars meets the Earth
in Israel.
You got that car?
I’m drivin’ it down the street.
Hop in.
We’re happenin’.
We're leadin' a book through time.
What texture is your vision?
Is it otherworldly?
Is it right there on the spot with everything?
Does it see layers?
Can it figure out God?
Do you see the reality behind reality,
see that in everything in reality?
If you only see yourself
standin’ on nothin’ but atomic molecules,
do you see anything else?
There is no beyond the universe,
nothing bigger than any conglomerate you believe in?
Do you see a beginning and an end
to the concept of forever?
Do you see the forces behind the universe
making it all happen?
Do you see yourself in that
a representative player in a chess game
with the ‘figure-it-all-out’?
Do you see meaninglessness as only existence?
Do you see the meaning of the stars?
Can you see any bigger than your little figure on earth
a humpback in immensity?
Can you see yourself in the microscope of time?
Can you see what you’re here for?
Can you see what you have to do?
Can you see the meaning of this poem?
Can you it see it plain and clear?
Can you see I’ve shown yourself beyond time?
Can you see that’s your spot in evolution,
the journey beyond anything stars made,
the journey beyond the universal envelope we’re in?
Can you see that figure here
where you’re at,
a body on earth?
You see a lot, don’t you?
Wear Light
There is an honesty here I can’t seem to capture.
There’s guttural, bold-faced reality
we don’t know how to adapt
to our meaning lives,
to our ordered square one.
We’re faced with it everyday.
We negotiate.
We stand on our head.
We dance and sing.
We don’t know what to do about it,
make it so it works
where our lives face the world.
We just stand there and gaze at it,
not knowing what to do with it.
It’s just a great big mother fucker,
too much little in our lives,
a mountain highway
that falls from grace.
It’s a little bump in the road
that threatens existence.
Now I talk to you
about what we’re doin’ here.
Can we redeem chaos?
Can we take the barrel of the Void
and fill it with God’s wine?
Can we take God’s night
and make it show the world?
Can we be what we are in knowledge
to where we are beneath ourselves?
Can we be real man?
A little piece of God
has fallen into the light.
Will it ever see again
it is God?
I heard you on the stairway hum an old familiar tune [heard sung by Bob Ayala, "Silent Witness"]
with the yoga of the world where God has been,
and we’re reachin’ there, you know?
And I’m with yah buddy.
Abdicate in Light
I seem to see myself
apart from everything,
a whole world unto myself.
I’m inside myself
watching you out there
oh world events in time.
It’s special in here.
It’s got grand in it.
It’s incredibly vast
in the fingers of my see.
I can’t make of it
the right thing to you,
the all, the everything.
Can we call that for later show?
I’m a principle list
in the summation of my see,
and I grapple with you the same.
Equal integers
on this strange planet,
we broker a see.
Incredible, isn’t it?
Is that the only way to see stars?
Can we get out of this?
I’m holdin’ it tight
in everything I do.
Can you believe me?
Oh my God I believe you.
I really, really, do.
Hear me?
We broker a universe
in the substance of ourselves.
We are so down there, you know?
We broker a universe you know.
Get my wings,
and I’m free space,
and I give all that to you.
What’s wrong with this see?
I’m not there yet,
but I’m standin’ right beside you.
Okay I’m blind.
I think you said that.
That’s time’s worth.
an illustration by Margaret C. Cook for a 1913 addition of Walt Whitman’s Leaves of Grass
A poem by Donny Lee Duke
He did.
He figured it out.
You haven’t seen it.
Oh my God no one has even read it.
What is your name?
A holistic reader.
There’s a lot of censorship
of the ideas that make the world.
The world ran out of culture.
It couldn’t see itself.
It didn’t care.
It couldn’t come up with itself.
It just stayed where it was.
It didn’t know where it was.
It had no means for improvement.
It was small and intimate.
It was huge and dim.
It didn’t know where to begin.
It’s stomped on itself.
It raced ahead.
It lagged behind.
It wore horns no one could grasp.
We sit here and stare at it today,
just confused by what we see.
This was self-taught,
how we reach out and touch the world.
It didn’t come in the papers.
It wasn’t on the Internet.
No course in university taught it.
No book could grasp the whole.
It wasn’t in speech.
You couldn’t find it anywhere.
Everybody was afraid of it.
They thought it would bite them.
How to reach out and touch the whole
came from inner experience.
It was deeper than the world.
It really tested your boundaries,
and you had no choice but to surrender to its process.
It had your very being at heart.
It schooled you,
showed the inside of everything.
You never saw it completely.
You just handled it with care.
It would eat you alive
if you affronted its mission.
You understood it was a Larger you.
You saw it dream
a nation of particulars.
It gave you vision,
spoke to you with the inner voice.
You held it close to you
and processed its thought
into the unknown.
Great the days lay
the seat-point of vision.
You just studied reality
absolved in yourself.
You had no way to communicate this to men,
wherever you came from.
No poem would read it,
no prose spell it out.
The visual arts could not express it,
no drama act it out,
no dance routine show it,
even in its living room.
It was beyond itself.
If you got life that need a poet,
I’m your subject right here.
Now go floss
with the rest of that form.
You’ve left something incomplete.
If I just listen,
I’d find it out numbers me.
I’ve encountered a different verse.
Its form is amplified by common speech.
There is the line.
Give me back my lunch;
I can do nothing with the way it works.
See there
you’ve been taken in.
Now tell me I’m a Great Lake I’m ready to play.
Now tell me I was murdered.
You know I just heard the news and wrote it down.
I’m a five star hotel,
and I’ve got the muse
in poetry form.
I mean inner voices speak.
It’s the divine muse of poetry.
How raw and off the cuff.
It has every name involved.
It won’t leave you alone.
Now say I’m silly
understanding prose.
All is said
to top off the mountain,
to be a governor unto itself,
to let you fly in the word.
How could that be?
I don’t think I got all freaked out about it
as grey mountain.
The poetry of redemption lands here,
the upper money.
I will just let you fuck me,
give in.
I’m about to be homeless.
That death I was telling you about,
they take my sky away from me.
The ground of silence eats me up.
I become a Silent Mind.
Realization proves my calling.
There’s nothing else
to realize:
we’re in love
with the whole thing,
each business and everybody.
We grok this.
It’s standin’ on your shoe.
Great the papers play
in the immediate seat of your room.
Welcome to the lost word.
That’s the sound of silence,
a preface to Enlightenment.
A shortcut,
I can write it down.
What else
can we do?
Headphones surround—
you’re hearin’ the interior music.
You’ve opened up that wide.
Wrap up some milk
left you some poetry.
This is your ticket.
For you it would be nice
right here:
the grinding of the dog.
I’m a farmer.
This is my business.
I keep business spoken.
Pinecones have left to a civilization.
What are you guys?
TikTok
describin’ the universe,
time of missed a keyframe
and causality.
Whether you want to or not,
the movie echo system.
You said what?
Reality in this page.
I’m gonna listen to yah.
Good mornin’.
I’ll loosen poetry I’ll listen.
Find that way offshore.
But Enlightenment seeks.
Ask her about the whole thing.
Did you tell ‘im you’ll take the horses,
make that your team?
Not that saying but keep
outside science,
and never cry wolf.
Read my full exposed.
My hands are tied.
Make me feel better.
Make me feel so much better.
We’re in this cut;
at least our voices aren’t.
He actually science.
Cosmopolitan
I understood it,
no doubt.
He’s right in front of me.
I could sing up here for hours.
I have everything I need to start the revolution.
I’m a purpose.
I want a bigger world.
You can keep me out as long as you can.
I’m not gonna die.
I’m gonna change consciousness.
Look me over.
I’m real.
I am so very real.
You can’t get around me.
It’s reality I’m showin’ you,
all holistically laid out.
You can dance all you want.
Reality’s not goin’ anywhere.
It’s on the way to you,
even if you don’t want it.
Reality’s comin’ for you.
Hold your head up high and embrace it.
A poem with your name on it Marginalian.
Poetry works
I can’t ignore.
She’s busy,
clean up what happened:
showed herself a calloused human being,
with no feelings at all
for the man everybody hates.
There is no Whole behind the whole—
she shows you what that does to you
when you believe that.
You don’t have to love everybody,
and you can pick and choose.
You don’t even have to treat them human.
Your ethics just come from ground zero,
and you make ‘em up on the spot.
Okay Riviera,
let’s see you explore your consciousness.
Can you do that?
Wow, have you blocked things.
You will not be happy with yourself
on the other side.
Maria Popova,
live up to your ideals,
and that intelligence of yours,
taking it
to some encounter on the inside
you see the whole,
you see it all means somethin’.
Put your finger on it,
and let us hear your own source material.
Has the jacket,
a lonely packet,
of quoting the right material.
That’s starfish.
It says more than what you want it to say.
Okay I’m outta here.
I have to let you everything,
be a work in progress
understand human.
I’m reminding myself
of what I’ve been taught.
You can have this.
It’s a seer’s wisdom.
Handle it with care.
They were talking about
y’all are choosing the apartment
you’re gonna let this seer in.
I’ve reached out to so many people
over the years.
A big no they wouldn’t even tell me,
usually.
They just read me and tossed me aside.
Put up his banner,
that’s where we go.
Who stole the cones?
You know it’s not coming.
You’re here for the Rachel Carson.
Write someone back.
You never had more powerful that was the end of the game.
A poem by Donny Lee Duke
but performed and illustrated by all four members of our sadhana circle/dream group,
the others members being Douglas, Mithun, and Nitish
[note: Internet Archive videos, which comprise a number of verses, play better if you press play and then pause the video and let it buffer sufficiently before pressing play again, and, if you want fullscreen, you need to click on the Internet Archive icon and go there and click on fullscreen. I realize this slows reading the poem, but vision told me to change from YouTube to Internet Archive because of Indian government censorship.]
photo by Donny
video, video editing and song by Donny
photo by Douglasphoto by Luis Fernando Felipe Alves on Unsplash Crow on the site where it was the barrack 23 at the Dachau Concentration Camp
video by Douglas, video editing by Donny, Watch “A Poet Speaks” to understand video’s context
photo by Douglasgimped by Donny (in the vision that showed me this image, the painting was the Japanese painting of a big wave in the front room of Sri Aurobindo’s quarters, near where the Mother’s chair sits now, across from the little room they gave their last darshan in, although in the vision the painting was reversed as this variation of The Wave is here. The ashram authority in charge of his quarters would not allow me to photograph the painting, and there is no copy that I could find. And of course I saw the Mantrimandir in the vision and not the model of it, but I did the best I could to manifest the vision into an image you can see.)
video and video editing by Donny, watch “A Poet Speaks” to understand its context
photo by Donnyphoto by Douglas, gimped by Donnya still from the trailer for the 1953 film The Beast from 20,000 fathoms, public domainphoto by Donnyphoto by Donnyphoto by Douglas
video and video editing by Donny
photo by Donnyphoto by Donnyphoto by Donnyphoto by Nitishphotos by Donny, gimped by him
photo by Donny
photo, video editing, and mantra by Donny, sung and played on the guitar by Mithun
video of Hanna and Gandalf by Douglas, photographs, mantra and video editing by Donny
photo by Douglas
videos and song excerpt (“Ticket to Eureka”) by Donny
photo by Nitishphoto by Douglas, gimped by Donnyphoto by Donnyphoto by Donnyphoto by Nitishphoto by Donnyphoto by Nitishphoto by a kind, young, Indian American woman from Pennsylvania, Artyphoto of the street by Nitish, of Donny by Douglas, gimped by Donny
videos and video editing by Donny (with Douglas’ assistance), song excerpt (“Beauty’s Reign”) by Donny, sung by he and Mithun, Mithun lead vocals. Watch “A Rabble-Rouser” to understand video’s context.
photo by Mithun
1st and 4th photo by Douglas, video by Mithun, video editing by Donny (with Douglas’ assistance), song excerpt (Beauty’s Reign”) by Donny and sung by he and Mithun, Mithun lead vocals and flute
photo by Douglasphoto by Donnyphoto by Donnyphoto by Donnyphoto by Douglas
All photos and videos by us were shot on a Vivo X60 Pro
Above National Commitments
It took a few a times before I finally got it right,
inspiración de la Auroville,
inspiration Auroville.
He eats the city.
They know him for a stain on their rug.
He’s before your eyes.
He looks like a partner.
I read a novel.
It’s on our radio page today.
She survives the situation
national treasure.
You just keep goin’ with those inspirational quotes.
It’ll take us to repair the hole in ourselves
at the level you are:
blow up the math, will yah?
There is so much to a poet speaks.
To the strong business.
You’re a test of some lost positions.
How many angels can you shake on the head of a pen?
The divine does not take place.
A divine intervention in divine matters
is no longer possible.
Auroville is an ordinary citizen.
Auroville is not the center of a world happening/event.
Auroville is not the center of a divine event.
The Mother does not have pupils.
The Mother is dead and gone.
The Mother no longer cares.
Where would you put pedophiles on the list?
The Mother has no business with them.
Human unity would exclude them.
The Yoga doesn’t work on them.
Throw them away they’re useless.
Are we counting now?
Millions we’ve just thrown away.
Terrible genocide.
How many would you want dead?
You are the chosen people?
Take a pedophile and throw him away.
It’s his position the divine has chosen
to put human unity in Auroville’s eyes.
Just take a moment and figure that out.
Who doesn’t this touch?
It goes all over the city.
Now let’s blow up the city,
putting its own master plan against it.
Oh man that’s mean.
I’m not going to count Auroville
a city of human unity
or even a new civilization.
What a crown jewel for Indian achievement
showcase tourism.
Never mind human unity,
this is what we want,
a Hindu national treasure.
Am I the only one seeing this?
Chop me to pieces, will yah?
I’m seein’ the Matrimandir
the Hindu temple of Indian tourism.
Never mind the city.
The stage is clever.
Imagine their rose,
their psychic being.
The sixth sense
is a survival guide.
Voice and vision,
which is also your voice and vision,
is a helicopter.
Can we see the ground floor?
I’m showin’ Auroville’s property
is in danger of being removed
and placed into national hands.
Do you read me over?
I’m seein’ from above
the little man land grab.
Come on confront the Auroville Foundation.
Is one of them the little man’s servitor?
Is this their agenda:
Auroville you national pride?
You want the Indian government out of Auroville,
believe me.
There’s no way to human unity through it.
Hear what I’m sayin’?
Someone with Auroville status could live here indefinitely,
is that so hard to believe?
Auroville can stand on its own two feet
if it grasps its plan:
produce Auroville
the city of human unity,
the cradle of the new man.
How far you from this?
Exactly.
Now you know how the wolves come in.
Have you heard me yet?
You get what I’m sayin’?
Don’t let the wolves come in.
You broke the principles.
You are a lasting sore spot for Auroville.
Order now
our loyalty to your pen?
Black
horrible creature
get out of here.
Luna
can stay,
your little doggy pal
Miss Rottweiler.
You think we wanna see you?
At least we agree on something:
she’s beautiful.
Oh my community,
how do I find you?
What do I do to be among you?
There has been years of counting my mistake.
I understand why you hate me.
I understand who I am
in society’s vision.
Can you please forgive me?
I am truly sorry,
really I am.
Did a five six thousand dollar alternate kitchen.
Auroville I’m baking for you.
You hear this on your brow.
Hear nothing.
Why on a credit
must we believe you?
My good people,
check out an hour
of my poems and videos
and tell me I’m a useless human being.
Unexpected woe from human beings
can be made right by them.
We bring good out of the chaos.
I am that light among you.
Luna
is a Rottweiler,
and yet she is so sweet
it would make you want to kiss her.
I did that,
hours and hours of daily attention.
She’s my puppy dog.
She’s wonderful ain’t she?
And there’s Nitish,
whom you know
from social media,
a bright boy in the Mother’s own handwriting.
He’s my boy,
my little boy.
Why we’re making it, come on.
Did you took Dr. Hug?
Not abused.
My army
give him service.
I see I’m freak
nobody touches.
I’m a strange man.
Find it gift to bring pa-rum pum pum pum.
[above line heard sung, tune “The Little Drummer Boy”]
I’m serious.
I write poetry.
I really do write poetry,
and I am a seer look and see.
Has it dawned on you yet
I am in more homes than me.
Pay attention.
Rottweiler newest function
here I am.
It’s very much a part of the movie.
The magic and special effects is part of it.
It is your choice whether to accept me or not.
[vision of a little Mexican boy with a military style, dark blue shirt on that had many fancy, silver buttons and medals all along the front of it]
I’m yours to choose.
Choose wisely.
I still can’t find Guanajuato
audition human unity upon itself,
but my fellow Americans,
look up.
I’m sorry baby dog,
I really put your teacher out there.
I am a fryin’ in the pan.
Anybody—
unbelievable.
Anyway,
here I go.
Here have an apple.
It’s made from immortality wine.
Come on inauguration,
he’ll inaugurate you.
That’s your interest in the United States;
I put a puppy there.
The effort to show human unity to itself
and his last words.
Imagination,
it happened
right now.
I don’t have unlimited land.
I don’t.
I’d just like to live on your street,
be an Auroville resident,
you know?
Give somethin’ good to Auroville clean—
you know I’m up here listenin’.
The Dali Rama bout,
Pierce Peterson,
would destroy neutral stars.
Get your act together,
you know?
Goin’ back to the 60s,
man good evening.
I have log
love Integral Yoga,
top design.
You ever seen anything like it?
I was there
give to friend
how do Yoga.
I gave you poetry.
Can’t you see it’s the yard?
Kill me huh?
Do your test:
I’m the left side of man;
punish me I’m wrong,
or remove your moral lens,
understand me in divine values,
and give me your friendship?
What does bow down in spirit mean
to the wretched?
Do you know what happened?
When you go to attack
who’s done evil in our midst,
you’ve trampled on the Yoga
and completely disregarded human unity.
Sure it’s hard
not to act like an ordinary citizen.
It doesn’t help though.
You see the world we live in?
How human unity is that?
It could be
you’re all here for that purpose:
a lighthouse
there you are for man.
A plan:
do the Yoga.
How else will you integrate the world
in all the wonder,
in all its triumph,
in all its terrifying abysses,
in all of its ugly feet,
in all of its harm?
I still love you,
and this evening,
I’m right here,
and I’m right here for you.
I’m as wormed about this as you are,
and you can see human unity
isn’t the deepest thing among us.
It’s surveillance stars.
That’s not the name of the Moon.
A heavenly body is in account for its object.
Can’t we have one idea the limit?
Andrew Person in the bubblemobile.
I am next of kin.
I don’t know how to get around this stumbling block:
what idea can carry the whole?
Take my ears off will yah?
One person in charge
the next street over.
I just can’t get any bigger than that.
Do you see the restitution?
I’m godawful sorry
I haven’t measured up.
We’re in a vortex you know.
I’d call it a dream but that name’s taken,
a stage but that name’s taken too.
We are not the whole McCoy.
Our symbol acts symbol Self.
Don’t get all wrapped up in it.
It’s a makeshift reality.
It’s a way station reality.
It’s not there we are.
It’s a way with words
to come out of this shell we’re in.
You hear me folks?
Block me will yah?
That’s the tune of the ages.
And here we stay
a little animal in a little world
unhinged upon itself.
Quote some great man to feel release,
and we think we’ve said it.
I make pre-court piled before the judges.
I hope you heard all that.
And I call it a dream—
a meaningful tale
that won’t let you rest
till you tell it right
in that corner over there too.
Did I please all the Gods?
It’s that center of the circle thing,
and I sure hate the fact it’s not me.
You hear what I’m sayin’?
I’ve been asked by the winner
to write the poem,
guided me,
my most complete inspiration.
Physically speaking
write the poem.
What shall I do,
ignore Sri Aurobindo?
I’ve been asked by the Mother to write the poem.
She’s behind all this.
She’s speaking for Auroville.
She’s the image behind it.
Now what do we do,
refuse Mother?
And here we go,
I’m in trouble.
I’ve spoken out against the government of India,
the people that bake the place,
and I’ve spoken to spoil their plans.
They will have my head.
You can’t speak up in a democracy
that wants total control of its citizenry.
You can’t speak up at all.
I’m the last to know
Sri Aurobindo won.
National politics failed.
Humanity prevails over India
and God the keeper of all.
Have I said it right?
No nation is above the others
in worth,
and humanity is great.
Need I say more?
I’m speaking out ahead of my time.
A thousand years may pass before you see this:
a world united in humanity,
grounded in the divine event we are.
Auroville’s there
to shine the light among the nations,
grounded in human unity.
That’s the story today:
Auroville comes together on itself
and plants human unity.
You gotta gun?
Auroville will you shoot me,
again?
This time I’m here as a proper speaker,
fulfilling my task to you.
Auroville will you shoot me?
I am so target.
Lose the target.
Come here please,
and be better
than people out to get me.
You can be my friend, can’t you?
8 boxes
of the ruling party of India
are comin’ for me,
8 boxes mean,
and I could certainly use the help.
I’m askin’ you please.
He has a very distinct whistle:
do the Yoga.
What was the age?
You will need…
Daddy,
what are you doing today?
I’m not doin’ the time spirit I’m doin’ the Yoga.
I could get so much better at it:
an uninterrupted inner concentration
that nothing on this Earth can stop, you know?
That’s my baked bread,
and here I go.
Alternative linings dressed to the poor the colors of the day
I future explained.
Alternative linings exposed
I future exposed.
That’s Auroville in government hands.
It’s right around the corner
I future explained.
You must hear me.
You simply must.
Dynamic winds for change
count Auroville.
Government forces gonna get out of town.
The Watchness,
that and
on him things are more easily spilt,
and the slow planet warden,
we will see
move them right out of Auroville,
that little man and his family.
Situational review:
above national seasons
you had this one.
They aren’t gonna film you here
government India.
Auroville you cast this yoke off.
I’ve educated myself,
and I’m gonna get myself
in the place I wanna be.
That’s progress.
You have to start pushing buttons.
The red one
push, push, push.
I am the Department of the Universe.
Rules by the house
I shotgun to you.
This is just to say I’m sorry.
Make I’m sorry
the whole load of this gun,
and Auroville,
I’ve got ears
right there in your smile,
and I’m yours,
me and my dogs too,
and there's Douglas,
and I would add Mithun
and my little grandson Nitish.
These prophecies to freedom.
Select a person in the prison to contain the fire.
The person in the prison will contain the fire.
This is open impact,
a location up under the Sun.
It’s open waters.
The effect this has on mankind
brings the fire down in everybody.
It’s operational.
It’s the squid.
We can count on him
to put his fingers on the very problem.
You’ve never seen this before
as a vehicle for mankind.
It slowly rises from the deeps,
spelling out its program,
the very problem in humanity,
the sinister relations ceased
and made whole by a product of Light.
Oh my God the harmony,
it breaths the Earth,
startling in its intensity.
We see it break on our shores as art now
right before your very eyes.
Protection bubble,
I’m afraid it’s not gonna let you do that.
You must the world to see.
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall.
Now you now you know what it feels like to break open your sleep.
Wham!
Now you know what it feels like to break open your bubble.
Break open your gulfs
and let the Light get down there
and bring us all to peace.
Hello from the Guardian.
We take it from there.
It’s what we’ve moved through the centuries to see,
what we’re doin’ here,
a rather embarrassing situation:
come out of happenstance
and don’t fall on your face.
Can we just stop a moment?
Shorn
maybe found somethin’:
a way out of the darkness.
What are ya’ll watchin’?
The maintenance board
[vision of the latter half
of three short verses of poetry
on a photo or video,
all justified right]
for the process of thought.
We can be seen.
When the suffering people were turned away,
that’s when we knew we had a problem.
Dr. J. D. Dillinger
could be
the pattern for ourselves:
the psychic being left and right.
Can you come here to stand the Light?
We couldn’t find the dosas this morning.
It’ll work believe me.
It’s been shown to me
the seed how important it is.
[vision of someone dressed in red getting out of a car on the passenger’s side,
the car stopped at a curb on a downtown New York street]
It’s up to us.
[vision of a director in shinny, silver clothes getting up out of a chair that is seen from behind, he turning around, grabbing his crouch with one hand and putting the other over his mouth, all as if to say oops]
I fire.
[vision of a still from my video “For Freedom”
of me kneeling down my head resting on a brick,
side view, although this isn’t in the actual video]
[vision of me sitting down at my desk,
working and completing my job]
Public tools.
Oh yeah?
A victory,
[both lines were at the bottom corner
of a visual field full of visions,
too many and too fast to capture]
and you just sit there and criticize.
Bingo.
I’m breakin’ in its mostly hard parts,
[vision of butchering a deer or cow with someone else,
it hanging from a tree branch,
and we’re sawing through its thick bones]
making prophet very clear.
The new civilization the cradle of the times
no power on this Earth can stop,
a divine nexus,
I’m here to proclaim that.
I ain’t that all.
I said it all.
[two preceding lines sung,
my voice, song “For Freedom,”
this being instructions for the video
we’re making for Nitish’s Youtube channel,
where to begin the song on the timeline]
This was the enhanced new digital library.
[vision of a photo in the new video,
it having the Ken Burns effect as well,
as I already have panning and zooming for the captions]
Auroville nexus,
all those obstacles,
my eyes on it.
I went from
a monster among you to divine seer.
Yeah I know,
I know;
I don’t know what to tell yah;
do you know
we do that everyone?:
no divine eyes see the world
oh ye of little faith.
I need to fix
tabernacle.
May I come in?
We see Nitish is on the phone.
We see supervisors.
How do we make this image clear?
You don’t think God cares.
You want to take the image from himself.
That’s not the video game.
We see divine supervisors
giving him clearance on the subject.
They ask,
powerfully in a boy’s mind:
let’s limit the program, will yah?
We have things to show you.
Get that media board out of your face,
and we’ll open up the world to you,
one take you by the hand at a time.
And they will hunt out God
and carry him along on the hunt.
Look what I don’t wanna do.
Alright here’s something
I will take my person
away from death to see.
I will help you
find this opera music,
put down death to see.
See what happens
you let me Auroville.
(this poem was written as comment on the blog Helena, The Nationalist Voice for the post “Mass School Shooting, a Mental Health Common Denomenator”. Click here to see the entire conversation)
The seated with identified and hate
confuse multiple speakers.
We think we got a land problem.
They just don’t know the story from inside.
We let it in
all these ill wills not ours,
a big bad packaged hate.
It has moved us from afar.
I know what to do.
Let’s kill all these people.
And we do.
There it is the ugly truth of the matter
fired upon the scene.
You think it’s American.
How little countries move among you,
as if our consciousness is organized by political boundaries.
That’s the joke:
you are a nationalistic speaker.
You are so much more than that.
Humanity is everyone.
Now I think that’s got a ride,
the joy of being human.
Our consciousness is all over the place.
You see it in your smile.
We are so much more than hate.
We are bigger than the stars.
You ever seen this in your living room?
We’ve got every welfare at heart.
We genuinely do care about one another.
That’s that process of soul.
It’s what we’re here to study.
That’s what brings us to God,
but don’t forget
it’s a cruise ship,
and every human being’s on board,
and that’s just the human side.
We care about animals.
Oh the soul they watch too
you see.
Look at the Indus Valley.
They came here and planted it Themselves,
the Gods on Earth.
This is talking ship.
It saw Them mountain range.
Where we goin’?
Invictus.
It’s gonna take a long time just to get started.
Itching glass
now.
Come and say hi,
every wrong thing about India.
You got any stamps up here?
The ruling party wants to throne themselves,
like they’re in charge of Earth.
It’s in every land grab.
What’s happening?
That’s the truth—
want this uttered on Hindu lips.
Hey,
drown the BJP,
their own mess,
and they’re not
what the Gods intended.
Smell them?
They are not crystal clear drinking water.
Where would the Bhagavad Gita ride their behavior?
They go after people
without equanimity.
They hate and they slay.
What principles of yoga do they follow?
There’s the Self in my enemy;
I must respect him?
கொஞ்சம்
the spirit of the demonic man
in their heart.
Rage like asuras.
Where are they busy with the Self?
Universal brotherhood
and compassion,
you have not seen this in them.
I’ve seen this all over town
In their fields of notion.
Have you heard their laws?
They would bury people
in punishments made to make them suffer.
They have no understanding of law.
It’s not used as a weapon.
It’s to help you become better.
Look at their ganja initiative.
The underaged would suffer so
in environments that will make them worse.
Now let’s look at their civic duties.
Employment for youth,
better wages and a shorter workweek for all—
no more 12 hours days?
Let’s help our homeless, shall we?
take care of our old people,
give orphans the royal treatment,
and don’t leave anybody out in the cold?
Where are they taking the population?
bad, bad, blood, blood, [line heard sung by Neil Sedaka, song “Bad Blood”]
to the wrong thing in our hearts.
Let’s look in on ourselves
with cameras.
Surveillance all over the city.
Let’s watch each other mean.
The spirit of God has no business on Earth.
Control their lives and they’ll submit
to our little dictatorship.
As soon as it’s ready you’ll see.
We will get you.
Laid back Pondicherry,
we’ve got other plans for you:
a Hindu initiative.
Listen to the writing on the wall
BJP.
Peaceful Pondicherry
in God’s hands.
Direction:
let’s ramp it up,
the realization of God in everyone’s lives,
the flowering of everyone’s humanity.
No dogmas—
you are on the road to self-discovery.
You will reach down deep inside
and find your wherewithal with Earth,
and find your true self.
That’s where we’re goin’.
We have to start somewhere.
Let’s start standing up to the BJP.
This part of myself
I will turn towards the light.
Do you see the spirit?
You’re not pointing fingers
like some moral crusader.
Hey man that’s me,
and I’ve gotta respect myself,
whoever you are.
That’s the lesson plan.
That’s how we do it.
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.
Tearin’ outside the universe.
This is GoPro.
It’s not in your imaginary land.
We found the universe.
It’s so much bigger than bubbles
and moviemaking exactitude.
Oh my God the horror,
you think this rules,
in your image vocabulary,
absolutely mixed and purposeless,
so rich it scorches yah.
They don’t dream of bigger universes,
the people that propose media to us today.
Movie making madness
flavors humanity as its riding helm
traveling like features to nowhere.
Acceptance of the inane is the big game:
wow, that’s fantastic.
Nuts and fools
can’t stomach this game.
You’re an asshole.
I am,
the person pulling meaning out of nothing.
I use clairvoyance
to understand things are constantly changing.
I am the person putting meaning in all this.
We’re gonna surprise out of here,
once we understand there’s bigger than man’s wrought,
and consciousness goes in dimensions.
Once we understand our galaxy flight plan,
we’re gonna meaning out of here,
to the left and to the right,
to the up and to the down.
Narrow sense,
I can’t event talk about
what it means to blow past this bubble.
It looks like scrambled eggs,
the next big round of applause,
our getting bigger than where our acts put us—
beyond the machine.
We want that in front,
the next big step in front.
I’m sorry to disappoint you.
It’s beautiful.
It has the glory of who we are,
that has put little stamps of itself in this universe.
Do you see sir,
do you see?
So many universes,
they come down from Supermind.
They are visionary spectacles.
If I remember right,
Supermind is not the last field of the day.
It’s a big pitch of summer wear
from ever larger realities.
No beginning and no end,
got it?
Your head’s stuck in the multiverse,
where there are not different versions of you.
There’s whole other bases for universes
that we can even describe
so much different than elements are they.
Okay I’m the chemist,
and I’ve profound you a little bit.
Why limit yourself to just one concept?
Live in the sky, will yah?
We’re witnessing consciousness.
We are.
We see it in terms or a universe.
That’s not all there is to it.
The field in front of our face,
everything we look at is consciousness.
It’s fantastically long and deep.
It’s the field of God.
How many squares can you count on the head of a pin?
Everything reminds you of God.
It’s not hard to see.
Look at God out there
look at every single thing.
The wrapper has you confused.
You’re hearin’ a story told to you by God.
You’re hearin’ it loud and clear.
You just get lost in the storyline.
Wow, I am Peter Parker.
That’s just a character name you wore.
You bear down on your defenses.
You put your dukes up.
That’s not who I am.
I’m me.
Okay put on another life.
You’re just stubborn.
You can’t get over there’s evil.
You’re trippin’ up over its gotcha.
We roll the dice.
Wham!
How badly that hurt.
Okay we have all these worlds arranged,
a multi-leveled universe,
and there's many universes
—not meanin’ many yous—,
and even beyond universes.
Now where do we put you?
In the middle of the storybook.
It gets better quicker.
It gets much better towards the end.
Can you see you’re stretched out over time?
So many forms you put on as you grow bigger.
You gotta start as a tadpole you know.
Each world,
each evolutionary stage,
pits you against God
until you with your evolutionary self
know that you are He.
Why the struggle?
Nothingness has been breached.
It’s existence in.
Nothingness puts its stamp on everything
until a universe has been made whole.
Cosmic plan kids.
And there you have evil,
where a universe is brought out of nothing.
The clash of forces begets it.
It’s just a temporary stage
if you’re lookin’ at the whole plan.
Alright people,
got it?
I don’t think you understand.
The walls of the world are too red,
And your lover’s face is too sweet,
And your children’s lives just so full of need.
What do you do?
There’s God.
It straightens everything up, you know?
Gives you reason to live,
right relation with everybody,
and puts intimacy of God in your hands.
Amazing grace.
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.
Harm's End 