Calls Climate Change

photos by Donny
Drop climate change off at the house,
the hypocrisy of everyday people,
the climate of everyday people,
the Rottweiler of everyday people,
their business.
Climate change,
now showing at your house.
We gotta get out of this.
It’s a consumer nightmare.
How much simpler our lives could be if we tried.
That Rottweiler is resistant to change.
Lovely creature though.
Some do it.
You’d be pleased to announce
I’m not preaching at you.
I’m preaching at me.
Whatta we do with this?

Turn off lights and stoves and only sparingly wash clothes.
Whatta we do with the refrigerator?
Now that’s a tough one.
We could do a lot better.
We buy enough crap to begin with.
My God the waste in my house.
It could start the day.
My God the crap in my house.
The allergies make the air conditioning livable
in such a warm climate,
but it could be turned off to save noon.
I’m not sayin’ live without it,
but let’s treat it like the luxury it is.
We need it sometimes.
Oh Lord don’t take my A/C away. [heard sung to tune of “You Are My Sunshine”]
I think that’s got the paper.
Alright fine,
but can it join us in the room?
What did the refrigerator say?
It didn’t it’s just got military handles.
You mean like hot water?
Do we really need it right now?

All the amenities,
they’re starin’ us in the face.
Can I write another poem?
Can you spare me the mayonnaise?
I don’t wanna write this poem.
It’s not my baked bread.
Living conditions suck
without electricity,
but I think we all could get better at using it.
It’s the semblance of noon,
all along town.
Can you see it?

Brush with health
the climate enforcer.
We get sick doin’ it.
No health reasons
you neglect.
Don’t make yourself ill.
The climate
can stand a little bit of you in it.
We’re just armed for change.
We don’t charge each other’s property
with you must do this or else.
Can you understand the reason behind that?
You blister change
with the wrong attitude,
and it won’t work.
So where do we go for change?
In our relations with one another.
That’s the ballpark/battleground. [words spoken simultaneously]
We have to learn to live with each other
without spite.
Can you find a person that knows this
on the environmental frontlines?
They’re too busy charging other people
with spite.
This doesn’t work.
It just blows up in your face.
I’m tellin’ the Greta Thunbergs that.
A climate change activist,
we need better human beings.
Can you just open your eyes and look?
What does your patrol car grant us?
More ill will.
Can we get around this?

How do you show people they’re wrong without hating them for it?
That’s the climate needs better.
We’re just stubborn mules
when it comes to seein’ that.
Just ask the press.
Okay animals get busy,
force this on people.
I’m givin’ you the smell of the thing.
I don’t think you care about me.
You have a place card.
This makes your life feel better.
You’re an active ingredient.
You’re an activist for change.
We push people.
We don’t know how to make them see.
Maybe you’re lookin’ at the wrong equipment.
We need a change in heart.
Can you care about people,
or are we all just numbers trashin’ the planet?

Where do we see this?
In our very hands.
Protest movements awake!
We have to get better at bein’ people.
We have to be better human beings.
Where do we go for that?
In the living room.
It’s anybody you talk to,
have dealings with.
You make them feel special like you care.
Now that’s the whale in the room.
Can you really care?
I don’t think so,
not without some life assignment,
where you learn to put love first,
so much so love hurts.
These are vulnerable feelings,
and you put every man, woman, and child there.
Can you find them?
They’re your next door neighbor.
Now let’s go to police cops in the room.
You can’t force anybody to do anything
and get the safety you want.
You just step on them,
and they resent you for it.
Vegans everyone?
And you’ve stepped on the world.
This is not everybody’s diet.
It’s a religion to some people.
It’s got hoofs on it.
Mainstream media’s pushin’ it.
This does not carry us to safety.
We’re the animal in the room.
Stop eating meat’s a practice,
no animal products at all an intolerance.
It’s too extreme
for our world venture.
You would have to know country home,
in an impoverished district,
to understand the impropriety of veganism,
and I didn’t just say rare places on earth.
So many of us live in poverty.
I’m gonna eat,
and I don’t need vegans robbin’ my plate.
You’re not sustainable.
Good afternoon.

Incredible,
time goes through,
I went to that place:
non-veg
is not the meat anymore.
It’s a vegetarian diet we all live on.
We just get out our laser guns
and put fish on the menu.
It’s a laboratory
the actual change ahead is calling.
Mystical experience
will dynamic each other.
It’s just one of those things.
Animals are friends and we don’t eat friends.
That group identity,
it’s gonna take place in our living room,
and the camel down the street is a part of it.
No one gets left out,
but a camel gets so close to our notion of self,
we ride them that’s their comfort zone,
and there’s your horse.
What are you talking about?
The substance of our change.
Art is listened to whatever we ride,
and make it better.

Am I making any sense?
We’re not legalistic about anything.
We’re flexible to survive.
Unbelievable
the amount of sacrifice
our survival depends on.
We all have to do it.
It doesn’t come about on its own.
We’re military historians.
Can I show you a battle with yourself
all won?
This rules the day:
self-sacrifice on the frontlines.
Choke climate change.
Don’t make him the monster.
We reach inside and pull out our humanity,
and our skills at that does the rest.

Now let’s go back to that army book you’re readin’,
the news media,
that big journalistic thug.
Do we really have to crap in our beds?
Are you sure you want us to be mean to each other?
Do you have to hate the climate denier?
Cows,
there’s more responsible
than just not wanting them to fart.
On fire
farming methods.
Practicing that,
making animals safe and comfortable.
It is catch those devils,
sick really,
who make milk and eggs
an animal’s
holocaust.
We’re not into punish people.
Look at them.
Stop buying their products.
And we can get them to see reason.
Are you an older brother?
I’m a
way station man.
I’m hearin’
the bagpipes sing.
Remind yah
survival’s an organized emergency we all do together.
That dog got me order?
Beautifully.
Love made him do it.
We’re in our protocol
if a person could handle on his deep emotions.
He’s a vehicle for change.
The balls that we make here are women’s kinds of things.
They’re empathically arranged.
He sees in court
as not ethically arranged.
We’re gonna sleep on it,
see what we outta do.
I woke up and went over it
as a dream.
Your approach is sound sir.
I was dealin’ with late ideas.
The ability to help one another,
it’s in every classroom.

My God it’s like
Auroville pops off its angel.
I should have living with the fears.
There’s no hurry for development.
It’s in the air we have to do this now.
Helping’s free,
I’d give him to help.
We have time bro.
Your doomsday
has an opinion across the street.
We can avoid a piece of chicken.
We can avoid fish.
A lot do it and they’re vegetarian.
Good excellent I support that cause.
He just stepped out onto the floor,
one help,
one happen.
It’s too early
to damage every restaurant now.
There’s a lot we can do to get started.
It’s not the end of the world yet.

No hot water,
it starts off inflexible.
Our attitudes to change
kill it.
Come to where the prize is:
may I help you?
Don’t sit there and demand people change.
It’s got our stuff on it,
and you go in a museum to destroy a work of art
because you’ve got the proof
you got a lot about you needs changed.
It’s character armor not climate change
we need to see before
we can get at that climate change.
Can you hear me Ms Greta Thunberg?
Can you accomplish this?
We need to see each other first.
Gun naked balance
own big time.
We’re tryin’ to get that settled in first:
we’re all responsible.
It takes better human beings
to tackle climate change.
The problem’s combining the too essential with the ordinary.
Can you see that?
A miracle where he stood.
This is about enlightenment our next trip.
You don’t know it’s there.
It’s a Buddhist word that means many things.
The enlightened state of being
is my crossover with it.
It’s deep and it’s heavy.
You are not yourself anymore.
You’re a non-egoed consciousness
seein’ the world.
It’s oneness’ state of being,
nonduality’s headquarters.
There’s no separation between you and an object
save you’re there.
You can stand on your own two feet.
It’s not just a mesh of everything.

No one can describe this state.
Normal regular consciousness
is the external at large.
You can’t grasp realization by the horns.
It’s too realization deep.
You have no boundaries
to speak of,
but you wear them for the play.
You’ve stepped into real greatness.
You’re an enlightened being.

You have no fears anymore.
You are a center for nature to do her works,
for the divine to act.
You are not the initiating repository.
You just ride the seas
a passive instrument in God’s hands.
We’re goin’ there,
you, me, and everyone,
regardless of your creed.
It’s a long way off
for the race to achieve.
This individual door has been opened always
few and far between.

A quickening is coming,
and we will grapple with this state.
I think some will fight it,
of course.
We’re headed toward that now.
I’m a medium for this change,
one of many.
I don’t know how many there are.
Let’s see if I pull it up,
and that will put my words in the right place.

This is exceedingly huge in front of me,
and I get scared sometimes,
and I know what to be scared for.
I’ve been there a time or two
momentarily,
else I couldn’t talk like this.
Right now I’m just dry on this.
It’s miracle
not natural change,
and that has to change.
I have to see it as the order of the day.
My days are spent grappling with the impossible.
There is so much more to life
than anybody wants to know,
and you’re left with a big gulf
you have no knowledge to cross,
no matter how much knowledge you gain.
The world is big you understand.
Who can fathom existence?
But we have the way station of enlightenment to get us there.
There’s more to come,
but that’s where we begin.

Hold out for more.
Is climate change all there is to change?
Are we just working for our survival?
If we reach the stars, then what?
It’s another planetary marvel?
There’s more to life’s room
than you live in this house and do these things,
than the existential field in front of you.
We can go beyond doing.
We can be larger than our field.
The world does not bind us.
We are strangers in a strange land.
Life is magnificent
in her shoes.

Typified somewhere in art
is life’s grandness.
Life is bigger than her existence,
than climate change.
You should all panic
says the frightened child,
be very afraid
says the press.
Is that so?
Sit down.
It’s always like this:
emergency’s got us noon.

If you don’t push people around the world will end,
come on see the test you’re in.
Can you outgrow yourself?
You have a large spoon.
Hello poem.
Hello world.
Well let’s get at it.
If the water wanted to it could stir your mind
up to pits your brain. [spoken at the end of a dream where I was being healed of being raped, although I hadn't been and was just playing along so to be safe from a would-be robber, by people chanting and pouring water and herbs over me as I knelt down in the center of them]
We’re, we’re thinking.
We see where the water comes from.
That’s the science found equation,
such a big skeleton.
It is a thing upon the air.
We grow it in petri dishes.
We see it everywhere.
It’s life force,
can’t you just tell by looking at?

It’s not wonderful solving human.
It’s angry, hateful, and mean.
It’s in our land,
has penetrated our children’s lives.
It’s gonna get worse.
It’s time to act
now
upon this monster.

The last thing your burger could be is a flavor
of murdered animal.
Alright people it’s mean.
What?
We knock ourselves silly.
Can we identify the problem?
It’s hatred and ill will
spread out upon the land
on the inside.
That’s the problem.
We garden with it.
That’s our accident.
That’s the science confusion.

I am tired of this broadcast:
we need climate change to stop heat.
And hate is so rampant among us.
Can you see it?
Look in your heart.
Look in your mind.
You won’t find it anywhere else
where you can directly work on it.
Yah hear what I’m sayin’?
Where does your hatred find fingers
in the real world?
In the pedophile’s bed lay,
even the kind that don’t molest children.
I think we’ve hit the hot spot in everyone.
In that American audience
this is more pronounced than ever.
QAnon anyone?
They rule the show.

We’ve looked at hatred with our hands,
and we’ve looked at the hottest variety,
but there it is your companion in so many places,
at the supermarket for example
when you’ve revealed yourself to them
riding there among them.
Come on let’s get outta here.
I’ve got a surprise bottle,
not what you’re lookin’ for
Mimie.
Michael Jackson wore this.
I’m safe from him.
I’ve exploded keys.

I would like to hunt you down and kill you.
There are so many of you,
and we’ve ruled exactly that page.
You’re learning the thought book
that mesmerizes each other,
your outrage
that helps you goin’.
As soon as he pays you’re probably gonna murder him anyway,
because you think you can go
Emmett Till
and get away with it.
We think we can go.
Let’s all a bunch of play
that’s no work to yah.
You hate each other silly in perspectives.
What is gonna wake you up?
You manage this.
I don’t need to sit through a movie I need to sit through things here. [spoken at the end of a dream where I’d just arrived at an orphanage to be a resident child there, and the assistant to the director was telling me I could go to the movies with the director and children he was taking]
You had only wanted brains
at the moment,
and you’d left the heart to rot.
You federal people.

You don’t hate anyone.
You could explode yourself,
take a gun and shoot everybody.
Hate’s got that gun,
hate the rapist at large,
any Tom, Dick, and Harry who stole the street.
A nation takes a scapegoat and makes Jews outta them.
Mr. Blackwell,
Black man,
you think he’s a social disease,
don’t yah,
and let’s not forget the corporate managers.
They need to be shot.
God damn your next door neighbor,
his music’s too loud,
and you just hate that shopkeeper.
You got there first.
Why, he cut you off in traffic,
that son of a bitch.
Any number of things,
and you apply hate in its place.
Voyeur it in your mind,
don’t you hate those people.
Okay I’m through.
I need a better climate.
Well it’s process work,
that you understand the direction.
Any constitution,
ninety percent of the battle is
get it outta the heart,
and it is being done very slowly.
There’s Jesus cop,
oh my Jesus oh my good. [spoken at the end of a dream where a tank had just come to the rescue of people about to be killed, the tank firing away, focus on the tank commander, who was halfway out of the hatch and ordering commands] 
Come, come, come, come,
it’s a climate emergency.
We hate each other on the inside.
You see the climate emergency?

Even animals have a right to regard.
We hate them too.
Oh that burger taste good,
but I’m hearin’ a cow in there,
and I’m not open to rough spots yet,
but at least I’m ready to acknowledge the cow.
Murderous cow disease,
can I get over that?

Well, you’ve seen my banker.
I’m gonna begin to feel them.
I’m not gonna shut out anybody.
We’ve got a climate to get better.
I’m not gonna hate anybody.
There, I’ve said your peace,
and we’ve made a climate change,
the secret buffalo
that helps us make the right decisions
that gives us climate justice.

This is what we need to see
to unequivocally change the world,
and there we go.
Got it
critical
mass.
Of their winners
we have the announcements.
They made spiritual enlightenment
where they found water.
They made spiritual enlightenment the goal of the game.
They came to us in broad planes.
I don’t even know where he is.
In a horrible ruling mansion
nobody wants to go.
Have you ever seen freedom do it?
I’ve got a broadcast for yah.
Here put this on.
[vision of being seated at a computer chair I don’t recognize and taking off my pullover shirt and putting on a blue, American football jersey that changed into a purple one once it was on]
I’m on my way.
photo by Nitish

A Belief in a Miracle

photo by Donny

A poem by Donny Lee Duke

One of the ones that let me in,
that touched my soul,
profound mailbox.
I came homeless
year after year after year.

We’re good.
We don’t understand your concept,
the jolt in the room.
Let’s keep busy
so we don’t have to reply.
Is this license
to just take the trouble to ignore someone?
Seldom I got a reply.

The root task
and how profound it is.
It’s indeed the world.
It’s indeed larger than the universe.
I can’t carve this out for you.
I can only sing.

I don’t know the Rumpelstiltskin of your life’s work.
Your struggles are a Banyan tree to me.
See the consciousness there?
It has handles on it.
Study books and thought process,
I don’t think you’ll arrive at the explanation of the universe.

Can we hold a tree?
What do we do with time?
How do we say the world to ourselves?
Do you hear the inner speech?
It’s spoken softly in so many inner ears.
You’re readin’ it.

It’s what you hold in your hands
in an ancient text of wisdom.
Not everyone has the fire.
Not everyone can read the text right.

And we’ve come back to your story:
not everyone has the inner fire,
though they long to see the universe as it is,
though they long to be more than what they are.
Can you grasp this?

You light it that way:
the object of your romance with time
the inner fire
to see the Invisible.

I think you’ve accredited universities with this task.
I think you’ve stopped at representations.
I think you’ve stopped at outer process.
Hidden meaning.
Self-doubt see
in your own blue pen.

Who am I cooking?
Jessica Frazier
the academic.
Have a little
finger pointing in your own direction.
The TVS fixed.
It was incredibly difficult.

Why do you believe in miracles?
I’m standing one.
You hear my measurements?
The boy in the yard.
Bigger then reality
I have not made them.

For years I’ve been sending emails to scientists and academics, or I’ve commented on a tweet of theirs, usually with links to something I’ve written involving inner exploration. Less than a handful of times have I gotten a reply, and when I have it’s just to express thanks for reading them, not to engage me over the importance of such experience. This is the latest example of such an email. If you’ve been reading my latest poems, I’m trying to show where we fail as a world. Here, it was not from reasons of moral outrage, but it was one of the titanic: the best minds aren’t. It was from an ‘expert’, i.e., a person influencing world opinion on an official level, in this case a person assigning meaning to the world, not listening to someone trying to get their attention, someone who just might have something valuable to add to the conversation. Click on the link at the end of the email, read the article, and tell me that’s just not possible.

[Subject] “Communicating with someone, and learning what they have to teach us…

learning to adapt our view to the information they give.” From your YouTube video Gadamer. Hello, I’ve just read your article in Psyche “Ancient Indian texts reveal the liberating power of metaphysics”. I’d like to get to the heart of the matter as quickly as possible please. “We can do something extraordinary: our mental parts can climb out of the window of the body, and up into the higher levels of reality.” What a wonderful statement worded so well, but are you speaking literally of actual hands on spiritual experience, or are you talking about using your imagination and having high thoughts? I think it’s the latter, and it’s precisely here your article doesn’t capture truth, that being what’s actually going on or has. “I might live in 2022 in Oxford, but I can share the experiences of persons in Thailand or the US, and imagine different lives I might have lived. With the help of scientists and philosophers, I understand levels of the cosmos that lie beyond the senses, and can access realities, values or ideas that cannot be destroyed with any mere physical body.” What it seems not only you are missing, but also the scientific establishment and the humanities, as university teaches them, is that it’s possible to have the experiences that the mystics (or metaphysians describe). They are not only basing their ideas on the use of their imagination or on their thoughts. Many if not most are basing them on firsthand experience. Furthermore, though beyond this email, the authors of the Upanishads and the Vedas did not compose their writings but heard them via the inner voice. Do you know the meaning of Agni in this context? In other words, the texts came whole and ready made from their inner vision, one or a few lines at a time, and they wrote them down, something not possible unless you’ve had the experiences the texts they wrote describe, what would open a rishi or seer to such inner vision.

Although I can give ample examples of the latter, the inner voice writing one’s seer-poetry (you can look that up if you want), I will only give an example of the heart of the matter of the email. It would be quite something if you even read it. There’s just so much vying for our attention, and something from out of the blue and from someone unknown, well, that’s usually what automatically gets sacrificed to the expediency of time:

The Spoiler
What’s bigger than the universe? Hang on, What’s bigger than everything?

In Everything You Do

photo by Nitish

A poem by Donny Lee Duke

Gentlemen of the jury,
how do you find the defendant?
We find the defendant
not guilty.
They stay in formations,
his electric.
Come tomorrow,
humanity takes a picture of these.

How do you say avatar?
Oh my God it’s God on earth
dressing up in human.
And a God takes form as human yes
in the cycles of the Earth,
but let’s go beyond the universe,
where cosmic Gods are not.
We can get higher.
Let’s go to who’s manifesting this show,
and here you are an avatar.
You are That you see.
It’s the greatest football notion.
It’s Excalibur.
It’s right here in my poem.
I’ve arrived on land.

It thinks in your thoughts,
but it’s not you thinking.
There’s a rift in my understanding.
This is a riddle with a master clue.
Just get information.
No one has the drawing gun.
That would be interesting,
knowing who we were.

It would revolutionize science.
It would be the biggest thing on earth.
It goes without saying it’s commentary
this rap.
I’m larger than science.
I can’t figure out who I am.
And science ensues.
It goes on and on and on and on
and gets trapped in the original question:
that’s not a real question.
It sees no representative show on earth.
It digs around in the dirt for nothing at all
and can’t get out of itself.

Let’s show this around:
nobody’s lookin’
at we might be part of a larger process
than everything in front I see.
You get the picture?
There’s a larger you looking at you through you,
and the world is a symbol for us to see that.
That’s why it all matters.
You’re getting bigger you see
and bigger and bigger.
All you have to do is evolve.
There's more along this show.
That’s an evolutionary wear an I,
the idea of the human take.

I have founded a world for you,
given you the idea supreme,
shown you an idea of Supermind,
an idea among us.
Where is your identity wrought,
in your home or office,
nation or religion,
in your people?
Take off those identities
as your crowning achievement.
You’re being so little you see.
Now let’s go to war.
Throw morality into the frying pan.
It is yet an uncooked idea.
You think it’s why we’re here
so outraged at other people’s behavior.

Okay take off your mask.
That’s you under there,
the one doin’ wrong.
This is knowledge by identity,
the healing of wrongdoing in this world.
Oneness garden,
that’s oneness who we are.
That’s the station of Superself,
and we get bigger all the time.

Do you see yourself?
Do you even know you’re there,
where you can’t see yourself?
Take this on the road,
the larger than you you are,
a thought and feeling overlay
to get you to look up.
It changes lives.
It’s the antidote to our sin.
It gives self-righteousness a big punch in the nose.
It sure is generous with everyone.
It heals our land.
It's higher than religion.
It’s not a God to worship or a song to sing.
It’s the hard work of bein’ human who you are.

Unveil the avatar.
Understand the science?
Put it on every thought and deed
you encounter in the world,
and show it to yourself
in everything you do,
and there you are,
evolving.
It’s evolutionary, ain’t it?

An Open Letter to an Availability Problem

Bigelow Aerospace President Robert Bigelow talks during a press conference shortly after he and NASA Deputy Administrator Lori Garver toured the Bigelow Aerospace facilities on Friday, Feb. 4, 2011, in Las Vegas. NASA has been discussing potential partnership opportunities with Bigelow for its inflatable habitat technologies as part of NASA’s goal to develop innovative technologies to ensure that the U.S. remains competitive in future space endeavors. Photo Credit: (NASA/Bill Ingalls)

Mr. Bigelow,

I’m writing in regards to your essay contest, advertised in the New York Times and other headline media outlets, where you hope to find someone that can prove by an evidenced based argument that there is life after death. If I understand it correctly, it’s not exactly to prove, at least not in terms of the scientific method, but present the case in such a way that, at the end of the essay, the thesis will be proved ‘beyond a reasonable doubt’, meaning most sane and reasonable people would be swayed by the presentation, assuming the person isn’t lying or exaggerating, why, I’d imagine, you require those submitting to be approved beforehand and want them to have some years affiliated with a credible research organization or institution, preferably scientists, according to the NY Times article. You’re vetting your submitters. Someone from the general public without such affiliation, someone coming from the grassroots I might say, need not apply.

I am someone from the latter category, a grassroots person, but I have an essay that would not only prove beyond a reasonable doubt that death is, at the very least, a journey to somewhere, but also that time travel is possible, only here not in a machine, in consciousness. The essay ends with an example of inner body time travel, where, in a journey out of the body, I found myself inside my grandfather’s body as he died two weeks before he did, and the cause of death and location of death, everything he was doing when he died, matched what I’d experienced inside him two weeks before, and I’d told no one of it until after I’d heard he died.

The essay details the inner experiences with lucid dream that led up to the inner body time travel, years of conscious inner exploration, including a near-death experience, what opened me to the possibility of experiencing someone else’s death: I had died myself. I’d experienced what’s called being twice born in the ancient literature that concerns itself with initiation into the Mysteries, that is, I was born from my mother’s womb and born again after dying and returning to the land of the living, a death induced by an event in the inner consciousness and not by outer means, but a death nonetheless. It’s a characteristic of NDE: you return full of life and knowing death is not the end, know there is a hereafter, not believing, knowing. I should mention, though, in regards to the ancient Mysteries, that is only the initiation, the very beginning of your long journey to know the hidden and unseen, the behind, below, and above. As it was for initiates, so it is for the dead. You would imagine that such knowledge helps enable the dead to begin their quest after death, now that they know there is more.

If you haven’t experienced a NDE, then you’d be skeptical if you don’t believe in life after death to begin with, understandably. What you’re looking for you won’t find, someone to give that knowing and not just provide credible evidence to base belief on, which few today would weave into their worldview and accept as fact. It’s like people who’d been to America before Columbus, or before enough people had been there to establish beyond a doubt it was there (to the known world at the time from and a European perspective). Only a few would’ve believed them. We are in the time before Columbus in regards to not only the existence of life after death, but of the whole field of consciousness beyond the present person that we are, of a great deal of things consciousness-wise.

Will be spotted as wizards in the evolution,
a few climate changers.
You’re a pariah?
I don’t think you’ve done the business ends,
cross-examined your own consciousness.
Pay someone else to do your business,
and consciousness runs on the business model
in your end.
You hit the jackpot
you did not.

Where are we going with this?
All the dead ask this.
It’s death not revelation.
Are you sure you know where you’re going?
It isn’t to the supermarket.
Bigelow Industries,
can we consciousness the skies?
I’m not a kingpin.
I’m a ramrod.

Are you sure you know what’s at stake?
Will you evolve or not?
Bigwell Industries,
can we say he’s climbin’?
He’s got a business model,
so dead system made it.
I’m not barkin’ at your guitar.
I have direction to travel.
An evolutionary curve
calls us all in from the cold.
Open the inner consciousness Mr. Bigweld.
What brought him here?
Robots your own inner crowd,
and fought cold all evening.

A play protected by a play yard,
I’m a playwright.
Can I startle you with truth?
Mirror all the mind of God,
no dust, no mirror;
mirror all the mind of God,
nothing in-between—
the 5th Patriarch
seeing beyond himself.
Now I give you “The Epic of Man”.

Honey Do You Sweep Under the Rug?

 

Video: ‘Lucy’s Cosmic Dream’ by Douglas M.

Honey do you Sweep Under the Rug?

by Donny Duke

Hey John Coward,
me too coming.
Standing on the train.
Look at
where is she:
is this a science
or is this evidence?
You look for invigorating theories
brought on by the catchphrase word.
Delve deeper and you might find life.

What’s this habit here?
Only outward tuned.
Tell me you don’t know anything:
it’s all conjecture, guess, and patchwork answer.
Evangelize this uncertainty.
All that can be known is in your little book.
Gimmie that a second;
right here
it says you’re at
a larger historia
than right here taking an inventory of what I’m saying.

Behind closed doors
a muscle romance with dawn
tells your inner life with dream.
Behind walls of thought
you are rounding
2000
go somewheres.
Open your inner life,
spend time there.

Where is the key?
In the realm of your bed,
around the neck of dream
and other things during sleep.
Pour over the books there like a university.

No way
a phantom
I see it.
Superstition idn’t it?
Science’s armchair here?
Science can’t reckon there.

Ambulance
we got here.
Trade anonymous
perfume
for the smell of God at your door.
It’s expensive.

Oh you laugh and say smile?
Don’t try to shut up the bottom mile
Richard.
Alight lookin’ good Brenda.
Still study your cat.
Bank it on the lips of dream
the rest of it.

Originally posted with the title “See Beyond the Peon” and without the last verse as a comment to the BBC Magazine article Point of View: "Ghosts and the Material World", May 5, 2013. It came via the inner voice.