We Live in Borg

On October 20, 2023October 23, 2023 By Donny Lee DukeIn ego activism, seer poetryLeave a comment

The bio I sent you at the end of Chapter 3,
that’s Neale Donald Walsch
you think so,
and not even Donald Walsch thinks so.
This product is will,
and I've seen what I'm talking about.
I speak of spiritual experience.
When I say
the other states of consciousness,
I've worn them.
This is poetry central.
This came from the heart,
a poet’s withstand silence.

Come off the planet
I taste good.
Revel in speech.
Pull the nightshades down
and amplify the Word.

This is good music,
on top of its bar.
No one knows where it came from.
It’s a divine hearing speech.
It’s got candy-grass in it
and real diamonds.
It’s an incredible blast of good.
It’s sits in the sunlight and sings.

We know it handles.
We know it’s good for us.
Let’s not stand and break this.
Let’s give it our particular attention
and put it in the wind so it can circulate.
It’s divine word speak,
and it comes crashing down on your consciousness
like a message from Heaven.
God is good, you know?

Let’s see what else she floats.
30 doctors took something else.
There is no separate people no more.
Do not sit conversion therapy.
We drink this.
I can’t tell you it’s real.
Where is the confusion
you want to convert?
You want to convert them to Christianity.

Is that a life choice?
Is that real?
The language of G.I.
hairdresses these guys.
It is a power and a snake.
It is not a bridge to forever.
It will not land you in paradise.
It has mountains that you cannot cross.
It doesn’t hold your hand.
It wants you only to obey.
How good is that?

Can we fit Jesus here?
He would not be allowed in church.
He would be asked to leave.
He would not celebrate Mass.
He would not live by the letter of the Law.
He would be too open and honest for people to use.
He would be seen with the wrong sort of people.
He would be colorblind.
He would be around children.
He would rock the boat.
He would love even the sinner.

Jesus would shelter a pedophile,
give comfort to an axe murderer,
would not give up on them,
would stay on their side
all the way to change.

Where do you go with Christianity?
To the hatred of the day.
It’s not a religion
that brings you to God’s love.
It’s a belief system
that ends up in hell.
It creates a God
that will upend creation
and put the overwhelming majority of its people,
the men and women He has created,
to be put in the worst pain imaginable
without end.

Now we look at God.
Who would do that to his children?
What kind of monster are we talking about?
There is no greater monster.
There is no greater pain
than this monster gives.
What a snake in the hands of love.
What a Jesus pile.
And you want to worship this?
This will right the world?
This will make us clean?

Now tell me again why God loves us.
Because we spooked a formula in God’s name
and put Jesus at the center of it,
and if we don’t do this we die
that horrible death
that kills us forever?
For God so loved the world
He put everybody in hell
except some chosen few.
Do you really believe that?
Why?
Do you want to?
That’s salvation?

Conceptualize God’s love.
Would that break the fence?
Incredible on land,
it would hate nobody.
What’s wrong with you you can’t see that?
Ah, a God of punishment has got you there,
of eternal hellfire.
You’re not safe with Him.
Can we see that has structured society?
Do you know what that does to your psyche?
It’s the bottom line of God
in so many religions’ think,
and we put society together accordingly.
That’s impossible.
That’s inhuman.
That’s why we’re there,
where the world sinks
in inhumanity.
Now God is love see.
You love God see.

The Gay and Lesbian Switchboard,
that’s the callers sayin’
good idea
let’s remodel Christianity
it doesn’t hate anyone;
it showers love on people;
morality is not eternal damnation.

Let’s sing together
the way God loves us:
without reservation;
there is no judgment involved,
and there is no punishment involved.

This will happen:
arrest
a lot of non-Christians,
and you would say their hate speech
is what got them in trouble.

You don’t know what’s comin’:
America the Christian police state.
Nobody knows it’s comin’.
It will be disguised until it’s there.
This is the tyranny of the majority,
and it will rely on Christianity
to put its proper in place.

I’d like to tackle this by the horns.
I’d like to show it to you.
I can’t even get out of my blog.
I can’t get past the liberal thinker.
They’re not liberal when it comes to me.
Here they meet the conservative
as bloody partners.
And that will become
the American police state.

You don’t know what I offer you.
You don’t know what I’m sayin’.
I’m all over this page
so we keep from blowing us up.
I’m tryin’ to tell you to stop
hatred before it’s too late,
and you think this is counterculture?
It’s how we survive.

You was the right wing country
Soldier of the Year.
Consider parts and machines too.
I don’t have a legitimate taste.
Where is the movie shop?
Maybe I missed it.

Look on there.
Somebody has called the pedophile the wrong name.
They think he’s out to get them.
He’s tryin’ to pick up the pieces
of our scattered and dying love,
what in the 60s we celebrated.
How do we do that,
find this love again?
Where do we begin?
Put me in a public venue and I’ll show you.
Now, how hard is that?

Well I did bring in the schedule.
The one who was looking at me,
did you think I was just gonna go away?
Goddamn I’m
definitely on campus.

I had another eyesight.
I had a vision
that was clear as day
of the stars.
Piano
on earth
can’t play that melody.
No religion matches it.
Until we see this we’re lost in the sky.
Dogmas
become for us
the substance of religion.
We are too blind to see that.
Even our prophets miss.

Now turn around
and find God your own way.
Find God on the ground
where your life meets the Earth.
Find God in the substance of your stuff,
so God can change you there.
Now my very dear friend,
find God everywhere.
It’s the true Gospel
we live in God.

We live there very deep.
We are His kingdom,
and we are naked with Him in castle keep.
It feels good doesn’t it?
It feels wonderful
the genesis,
the love everlasting.

You’re not gonna see it
if you’re religious on this Earth.
Hello spirituality—
that’s the only way in.
Religion is books.
Spirituality is the hands on
the inner fire.
How many rites and rituals do you need
to find God?
They don’t work.
Just find God.

The encounter with God,
I want to eat that food—
this is the gay man over shadows and walls,
the one you sexualize
with your creation of him.
There is where we first start to see.

It was a clear Autumn night,
but we met with humanity’s problems.
We struggled to get there.
Fate lend a hand.
We are destinies of fate.
I soliloquy this to humanity.
It was a bright future watch out.
A pegasus steals the show,
one we cannot remember nor trust.
Alright who’s listenin’?

I have an access global official.
It’s time for me to run.
I’m beatin’ feet to the target.
All you letters of the Law,
you cram yourselves.
Will that open you up?
I’m sorry gently mean.
Will you please get your head straight?
We have a world to run.
We need to get business early.
We don’t want to become Mars, you know?
We don’t want to do that.
I want my MTV. [line heard sung, by Dire Straits, song, “Money For Nothing”]
Will you just dangle this hero
on camera news?
You don’t know what nuclear holocaust does to a planetary man.
There, I’ve said it,
my purpose in life.
I’m here to avoid that.
You get me Roger?
Ajax address these issues,
but Ajax also reflects personal choices.
Grand Central Station was a customize.
Yah heard me.
It would be Tangle
Newsletter gentleman.
Basically that’s it.

The Meaning Behind AI

On May 15, 2023October 29, 2023 By Donny Lee DukeIn seer poetry, Silent Mind, soul healing, the integral yoga5 Comments

Will AI better or ruin us? Will it take over or replace us? We go to things unmistakenly horrible. At bottom we blame ourselves. What’s the highest good have to do with it? That’s the poem. It will challenge your sense of good. It will blow the world out from under your feet, and I’m just talking read it. Who owns the official compound? The Helicopters. I’m a first provider.

https://books2read.com/u/b6WO7p

A Temple Doing

On March 18, 2023 By Donny Lee DukeIn childhood education, ego activism, seer poetry1 Comment

This video is a significantly revised version of one originally entitled “He’s Markin’ the Pitter of the Universe”, posted in February 2022.

A Ripple

On December 1, 2022January 13, 2023 By Donny Lee DukeIn applied nonduality, childhood education, ego activism, seer poetryLeave a comment

feature image by Donny, “Look the Ripple You Touch That Child” (Gimp, the perspectives of a photograph)

Gimmie that perfume.
Reach that perfume.
This is the other poem you were worried about.
We’ve aimed a camera
so to expose the nigger.
For me,
it has nothing to do
with Black skin.
I opt it for something else,
the group of people who aren’t worth much,
the subhuman,
the scum of the Earth,
and I think we want them to do menial tasks,
where they bow down and kiss our knees.
The nigger among us,
wow that’s high society.
Hey world that’s me.
We call him a dog.

Wow, I’ve opened a page.
Well, I need to get my bells straight.
I wanna call you mean and complain?
That’s not the status wood.
I’ll hit yah right between the eyes.
You’re beautiful
plasmas of creation.
You fill the air
with the clamor of your being,
and don’t rock the boat.
You are nice
to most people.
You’d rather let your hair down.
You are not a shopping mall nightmare.
You open up to hope.
I think you make the world go round,
as we watch it human globe.
You really try
to have the right equipment.
I can’t say that you’re mean.
You’ll give a kid a cookie and an older person their ride.
You’ll have patience with people.
You’ll even call on God.
This is most among us.
I’m talking about the general type.
Some science God matters.

I’m talking to you now
about the role we play
when make a person a nigger.
Alright,
what do we hope to gain from them?
Their lynching.
Have you ever heard this with pedophiles?
You broadcast it on TV
as a precautionary tale to pedophiles:
let’s burn the nigger alive.
Great you said he stinks.
Suffer a pedophile to live,
I don’t think even granny wants that.
Horrible anthem we make.
Where do we put them in society?
In the trash bin.
Come on people see your sneeze.

Move! Move! Move!
You gotta get outta that chair. [vision of telling Nitish this to get him out of my computer chair so I can work, and he complies]
Equity’s base
does not mean stingy.
I just don’t wanna get lynched,
or any pedophile on the planet.
I don’t want to be your counting nigger.
I don’t want to grovel at your feet
for a bit of ice cream.
I want to be made to feel human
in my very bones
if I look at you and smile.
I don’t want to be handed around
your hatred centers.
I don’t want to be made to feel alone,
the only pedophile here,
don’t want to feel like it’s wrong
when I touch children,
and I’ve only tossed their hair,
and I’ve not destroyed them in the woods.
I don’t want you to see me with children,
and think I’ve put them on my lap for that reason,
to go underground for wood.
Can you see me and not think the Devil?

And what’s stopping you from that now?
You bleed me.
You won’t even let me speak.
How we solve pedophiles now,
it only kills them,
destroys their will:
they really wanna hurt children.
Now calm down.
I want you to understand this.
You’ve made a scapegoat mean.
They just want back at you.
They’ll do dirty to get it,
like a Palestinian on a suicide run,
or a Black man that drugs White women
to rape society
and tell you about it in jokes.
Unawares, you laugh and applaud.
He’s spit on your hamburger,
made you eat his shit
in a chocolate pie,
and she’s just the help.
Can you see reason?
Will you understand science
when it gets at the truth of things
in its operating method?

Now what’s the problem with niggers?
They could move you outta your place.
They could stand up and be counted.
They could be you’re not superior.
One forth of the town showed up
to integrate.
The rest came out with their shotguns.
All this beer I had
loaded that shotgun,
and beer is a symbol wear.
I think you have your own kids,
and you can’t see through disease.
Can we find the hatred of the pedophile on your son’s penis,
and he’s in the bathtub with you,
and it’s sticking up?
Do you wash it then?
What do you do with those feelins’
your daughter wears?
She’s reached in that soapy water and grabbed you,
the way that daughter’s do,
their age of reason ain’t there yet.
You wash hers then?

Know you have to clean those things.
Smile back at you
sometimes.
You feel a stir in yours?
The slight disease,
but you know it’s there.
Oh let’s put them to bed,
rub them on their humps,
and get all sticky,
the real bedtime story.
Singing them a song
goes like this:
I can control myself,
just,
but I’ll open it
with my spouse.
Did you leave something in that room,
on your kid’s soft body,
making love to your spouse?
Bedtime stories,
repeat and say them,
her crackerjacks,
and she’s five or ten.

I’m not sayin’ you’re a pedophile,
or you even fantasize for your children.
I’m talkin’ about the sticky mud
a parent’s hand encounters,
or their eyes,
and somehow their flesh responds
a hair’s worth,
around their child’s genitals.
I hate you pedophile.
You are there.
Can we get any better than that?
Where do we go with this?
Understand the pedophile’s not to blame
for your feelings.
Can you do that?

I’ve gone through the eye of the needle.
I don’t think you like me for it,
but we have to stop molesting children,
in our homes or by pedophiles,
as some parents do.
We come back to square one:
hatred don’t solve the problem;
hatred can’t solve the problem.
We have to see where disease come from
and stop it there.
As many pedophiles as there are,
and there are millions on this Earth,
a parent’s hand or their mouth or their genitals
made that pedophile feel theirs,
all the way to orgasm and beyond.
I don’t even think they know it.
Are we talkin’ before memories can form?
Something like that.
It’s early.
Can we call the other parent knowledge on this?
I think they didn’t know.

I’ve shown you the hooded instrument
where pedophiles come from
in the economy of a poem.
Parents are whistlers let’s say:
not only mommy and daddy.
Okay it was just hard wood,
no electrocution to speak of,
but you see the disease.
Turned five and it stopped.
That was the last time she humped my thing with her mouth.
It was in a beach shed,
the kind you go to change clothes.
She pulled my swimsuit off and I was awake.
I remember being concerned about the sand in her mouth.
It felt so good.
I could not believe I had forgotten
she used to do that.
It hurt her to do it.
She put a wall there
after that.
It never happened again.
Orgasm was wonderful,
and I wanted it more.
The pedophile is here
to tell you about it.
I’m sorry momma.
I understand you tried.

Oh wow this is strength,
not what you want to look at.
How to you make it go away?
You have to see the pedophile for what he is:
a creation of parental love
that lost control of itself.
Oh man that smarts.
Do you see what I’m comin’ to?
A nigger made in pedophile shoes.
Thank you mommy,
what I told her after she done it.
Get your head around that.
That,
that right there,
what you most don’t want to see.
My God it’s blind.
Take the pedophile and make a nigger outta him.
Don’t know what else to do.
Remind you of things,
suggest things,
you’d put monsters to.
They’re insanitory.
I’m here to show them to you
because you hate me,
will kill me if you could,
‘cause I am a sprite of you.
That’s the lowdown.
That’s the nigger we need to see.

Okay world I’m sorry.
We didn’t have to come to this,
but you’re intah whistle blowin’ and truth tellin’,
like you’re so immaculate clean.
You could LGBT+ me to death,
and love is love you understand,
like a passport,
get all hot and hairy about pronouns,
like you really care about different,
but I know that underneath it all
you’d snuff out my life if you could
for being different,
for love just as queer and real as yours,
for love that’s returned,
as you define love at least,
when it’s love the child gets
and not simply rape.
We just have to take out the sex part.

These are the things we need to see
to shore up hate,
get it out of the room.
When it is present in us,
and we haven’t seen it there
as a thing that hurts,
we can finally work on it;
we can do something about it.
It’s here,
where a pedophile stands on earth,
that you’ve brought hate to where it apex.
Here it is its zenith noon,
and this nigger is here to tell you
I’m gonna rock your boat.
I’m gonna…
I think kindness knows the answers.
Knowledge calls lines,
intricately connected with you.
I’m not meanin’ yah ill will.
I don’t wanna ruin your day.
I just wanna be heard and understood
to save my life.
Is that okay?

Come back.
Where you goin’?
Call me if there any problems.
Call me indeed if there are any.
I have the words.
That’s why I’m bothering. [spoken in Douglas’ voice]
I don’t think anybody’s prepared for it.
[audio vision of Bruno, our Doberman, barking his intruder alert bark]
I think lemon juice
put the message across,
with that one guy from sobbing.
It only came from that one guy.
Crack of noon,
lighten up.
This isn’t a manifesto to love children.
It’s not the pedophile’s I wanna have it
you gotta give it to me.
Let’s be clear on that.
I’m not asking that we have sex with children.
I’m tellin’ what the score is,
where we come from
and our place in society,
even if we don’t molest children,
the development
of who are you
to make monsters out of anyone,
to make of them your nigger.

The damage is done,
and you’ve flooded the world with it.
I’m here to saw off on that.
Well I wish I was very cold.
Luna.
The track time of time,
I want it where it’s good for me.
Your engine room,
may I present this?
Cash on delivery.
It’s not every dad.
He’s not understanding.
I’m talking about the swimming pool.
Not every child gives their dad a bath.
Come here.
Not everyone bathe with their children
in the wrong places,
or rub them hand down at night.
I’m talking about the square one
hate pedophile.
It comes from your fear of there’s a child sex,
and you might contact with it.
Their sexual feeling’s
a load on you
bright and early.
You know they have them.
If you’re a parent,
I think you know they do.

Does your bottle ever come up,
feelings on the inside you hardly acknowledge,
or one single isolated feeling
in a lifetime of intimacies with your kid?
Well that’s the thing, isn’t it?
That’s where the holocaust is
for pedophiles.
There’s where you hate them,
and of course you won’t acknowledge that.
Who am I tryin’ to kid?
I’ve done the needful.
If I could get each other
to be sincere with each other,
then the resources
would be handled.
Now you’ll just throw them away
and call me a nigger.

The few that help,
oh you are my sunshine.
Thanks.
Now to robbers,
marauders.
Simultaneously
you know I’m talkin’ to you
in this whole poem.
I revealed a little bit of what you know
about giving a kid pleasure.
I don’t know how to say this to you.
I understand both parties involved,
but a kid’s not to have sex with.
This does not good to them,
their development,
and development’s
their order of the day.
It makes them selfish,
puts holes in their reaching arms,
and spills them on themselves.
They will be strong in some things,
but you’ve done something to their social reach,
pitted them against society
with the secret they have to keep
and the fear they live with
society will find out.

You don’t know what to do
when you got this kid that enjoys sex
and wants not to stop.
I’m sorry this happens.
You got to figure it’s not what gets the disease
in the press
or the support groups.
I took some convincing.
If society finds us out,
that’s the problem,
but we’re not good here.
I’m eating on that child.
There are demons in the room.
That child’s getting splayed,
and they’re hungry for it,
and you’ve turned this on too early.
They’re not ready for that.
You’ve brought sex into their life,
and it’s time to play with society’s noon.
It’s time to representative play
for that feeling sex,
not to actually have it
in full-blown adult room.
They do that with each other not with you.
And society is just dumb here.
They don’t get their own time to play,
even with themselves.

Okay how do you stop?
You’re gonna have to fix this sorry yourself.
You good at rockin’ science,
just keep the posted in the light.
You’re a great Jew
to hombre cueva’s house,
if you get outta this disease.
(The Jews are good to society.)
I’m gonna need some help.
Look you can’t get any help.
It’s not allowed yet.
Book, your honor.
You know how to say no.
You know how to say no to the Light
and do that kid.
Can I get in here somehow?
It’s not one of our lake we’re tryin’ to keep,
but we can’t tell.
That would be the end of us.

In those doggie bowls
[vision of being seated at the computer and, Luna, on my right side, Hannah on the other, thrusting their heads, tongues hanging out, almost to the screen, they wanting petted, and I stopped and pet Luna first, wholeheartedly, on my way to Hannah, the petting session just starting]
strength to a boy.
Emergency to make real,
emergency South African.
Don’t lie to me.
I’m the humanity in the room.
You got this,
but if you touch there you don’t.
Sex ensures.
It’s like a graveyard.
It just gets all disturbed,
wham! rises from the dead.
Leave it alone.
Your looks should be tempered.
You know I’m talkin’ flesh.
You can handle this.
You can.
Once you fold a piece of paper,
it stays folded.
Once you drop the ice,
the ice melts.
Don’t pick it up.
It gets easier as you go along.
Alright let’s sing to ourself,
no images of the child in mind,
no images atall.
Then you’ll fall.
You’re handlin’ it,
continue.

Integrated animal care,
it fills the room.
You can see that now.
Faith will see you through,
but I’m sorry,
you can’t know God tomorrow.
You have to know quite awhile.
Most religions
aren’t helpers.
It’s a quick fix that melts in your mouth,
and the reins go back to that child.
Do you feel you own work on when you scream?
Well let’s continue.
Do will hold,
even to the rapper’s balls,
and tell that rapper to shut up.
(We can get better music.)
You just woke up
corrective mountain,
and it’s not the rapper yah want dead.
Give me a massage.
Oh,
let’s get over this hump,
no crack base potholes.
You see what I’m dyin’?
Now pick up your guitar and play
the right music,
wonderful skin feelings,
and you haven’t climate changed your hands.
I am right on yah.
The map flow determines lap.
He’s your lap,
and there’s nothing wrong with these free buildings.
Get on the miracle.
Isn’t it somethin’?
This is not a problem.
As he sits on it you know you’ve achieved holistic solution.
You’re showin’ the end of money,
and you give him the life force.
You’re awake inside,
just narrowin’ down fillin’ wood
with peppermint.
Keep it comin’ the kid says,
you’ve got some good candy.

That child’s in love with you
and wants to continue
the sexual shore.
Oh man it’s here
do you love that child or not.
That’s what it boils down to,
more than anything,
more than right or wrong,
more than the danger of discovery,
more than what you need.
Now take that love
and wipe your child’s brow with it.
You're gonna have to take that sex away,
and they have to know the reason,
but they have woken up
that part of themselves,
and now they have the need.
This has to be acknowledged.
They have opened it’s obvious
on the inside.
You’re tryin’ to pull ‘em
to safety.
They can drown with this.
They feel in their bodies so much.
To bring that same sex with ‘em
as a child.
So hard
to open the door,
legalize them.
They have to learn to please themselves,
without you doing it for them.
You have to unhand that thing,
and I don’t expect you to do it on my command,
but will you do it at all?
You’re in the supermarket,
and it’s there for free.
What can I tell you then?
How can I explain this to you?
How do I it get it across?

Ninety-nine cookies,
hurry up now.
You’ll soon have none.
Drove off
the ability to get it.
Think about it,
you really got a situation there.
It’s not secure.
At one point does it become too absurd to do?
That child gets older.
Society closes in.
Let your love arrange it,
and that child’s known sacrifice and constraint.
My mom showed me this.
She gave me this,
and how good it is.
You’ve made a better child
not a worse one now.
You have to opportunity to grow,
both you and that child.
Don’t they do something?
Love handles it.
They stay together
learning strength.
You are not eating anymore,
and you’re free on the inside,
and now you can
love that child.
Go for it,
under these conditions,
and that child knows he’s safe and hungry
to do it himself.
Captain,
congratulations.
You have really changed.
Welcome home.

How was it?
You want bread?
My love is straight.
Just sit,
and don’t try to handle me wrong.
I think I’ve heard you,
ten minutes ago.
You wanna order some shelves today?
Three a week or something.
You’re writing poems,
and before they get read they wear you.
Hey boy. [vision of pulling baby Mithrin by his shirt sleeve on his shoulder as he stood on the bed]
You have a lot to do,
so much home challenge,
of the domestic kind.
You’re a good daddy keep goin’ with kids grandpa.
You don’t bother them,
and they love you.
You’ve seen the disease,
and you’re a country person speaking.
You know how to handle it.
Well let’s get this show on the road,
this poem on the net and My love to you.
Study your answers,
bring them home to Me.
I’m waiting for enlightenment speaks.
Now do you hear
movin’ movin’ movin’,
keep them doggies movin’,
rawhide! [this and two above lines heard sung some lines ago, but I didn’t record them until now, sung by Frankie Laine, theme song to the TV show Rawhide]
I got the song.
Now it’s continue.
Wow, that’s three more grapes on the vine.
What a wonderful shelf you got.
I’m trained to.
We’re gonna be meditating the poems,
and that’s the story today,
read them.

It’s large and center free.
It’s not made up by groupings.
That’s down home in the hat.
That’s our business with humanity.
You know it on the inside.
Show it on the outside. [this and above line heard sung, by Aquilo, “Human”]
Wow, fight him down the street.
You know it works,
if you give everybody their daily bread,
if everybody gets fed.
I’m not about race cars.
Humanity comin’ together on itself gonna take a long time.
We start with today.
We get rid of racism
in its purist form:
down with the pedophile!
Bury him.
I think the future of humanity will have some new shoes.
You’re not gonna look so good in yours,
that whole antiracism brigade.
You left out the pedophile,
every single one of yah,
and that’s where racism’s allowed,
the only place we all agree on racism.
Your blindness is before your eyes today.
See somethin’:
here have a pedophile,
he’s a nigger.

Damn, I said it.
I said it loud and clear.
You know you had it comin’,
but I’m not ill will today.
What’s wrong with the world?
There was this other engine
that had the whole world attached to it,
and it was off in the darkness,
and no one could see it.
The discovery should’ve made headlines.
It’s just that Batman suffering
you’re clouded for.
We have party on the 21st,
11 a.m.
Cut it open,
a vault where my poems lay,
and I get shined with full of light,
but I’m havin’ trouble breathin’.
The vault’s got me by the head.
One of our supervisors,
one of the race officials,
they’re comin’.
I wanted them to come faster.
That’s all part of the game.
My discovery
could not ready for other projects.
Are you gonna die?
What’s so ethical about that map?
The sex with kid thing dies.
I’m afraid I’d have to find out.
How many times you seen us do something right?

We’ve got the creation speaks itself.
Like to use your tickets.
A granola bar,
you give that to people.
You’ll find hands with hard rocks in it
that sweep up their little files.
Oh today,
damn,
we have a busy table,
so emotionally balanced,
sound,
in a Friday.
My goodness, [vision of a tree in the cemetery next door so huge it took up the whole front part of it, its branches extending in a square-like network that filled the sky of the place, branches like a meter thick]
this is snow.
I’m mean it’s absolutely incredible.
Glimpse ability
apparent,
a lifetime
of handling children.
They can’t keep their hands off themselves.
They’re everywhere with it.
They’re involved in the bath.
This is simple street.
You don’t get it caught in your tongue.
There’s an arm way off.

Solid instructions.
You don’t leave out a note.
You address the child
in their backward movements.
The denial
of their active in it,
that is what’s there.
People need to see this.
You can bring my horse back.
I’m goin’ to sleep.
I’ll call yah in the morning.
Freefire,
4:30,
you editor,
at the end of the poem.
It may be underestimated. [vision of a very weird tree in the cemetery, its trucks forming configurations of squares and such, the branches meters thick]

What it said:
I have to turn on this mic internet.
We need something there.
We need your help.
Push this text like a principle player it is.
Learn with it.
We’ve got a lot to show yah
on ground [heard sung by Aquilo, “Human”]
and on the floor.
Hurtle,
enhance. [vision of a country bicycle shop on the Auroville main road, the forested section, and a sign in the front near the road that had a list of the work they do, these two things on the list sounding in my inner ear]
Reach something and write it down.
Try to make this pony ride.
[vision of a sort of very large, brownish red greeting card made to look like a small house or important building, but just the suggestion of that, it turning as I looked at it so it could be seen better]
World Heritage Site,
that’s what we reach with this.
It’s a continually interesting piece of balance.
Comin home
the leeway.
You have got this system starts.
Refresh it everyday.

The Garden Sleeps

On November 29, 2022December 5, 2022 By Donny Lee DukeIn applied nonduality, ego activism, seer poetryLeave a comment

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Calls Climate Change

On November 27, 2022December 8, 2024 By Donny Lee DukeIn applied nonduality, scientific materialism, seer poetryLeave a comment

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.

unless otherwise noted, all photos by the author

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.
Is it 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.
Shoulder with them
their responsibility.
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.

We Are Their Advocates

On November 24, 2022April 30, 2023 By Donny Lee DukeIn seer poetryLeave a comment

photos by Donny

Let’s warm up.
You can begin to give it to her,
a complete handling.
Will someone tell me what that means,
include her in the podcast?
She’s a dog.
What can she do?
She just lays there.
Start handling her softly,
speaking to her like she’ll get offended if you don’t.
There’s a dog aware of its human being.

She’s so soft with herself.
She’s good at play.
Thirty seconds Rottweiler takes over.
Captain America
has the solution snap his fingers.
Now that’s a brain dog.
Where is this visible taking her for a walk?
It’s nowhere apparent.
You haven’t reached inside her yet.
You gotta make that connection.
That’s the tricky part.
I don’t know how to accomplish this.
With a whole lot of gentle persuasive love.
You gotta get in those eyes.

They’re for sell.
She loves to look at people.
She’s aware of her surroundings
like a slightly human child.
It’s wonderful.
She dotes on you.
She loves your hand.
You know how to rub a dog.
You get into it.
You bond with her.
She feels goosebumps inside.
You’re her parental figure,
and she loves you so much.
Everything comes from your hand.
She knows what you mean to her.

Are you crazy on your trip you get to fly a plane?
She knows she’s special to you.
She sees you as her partner,
her Spirit. [spoken in Nitish’s voice]
She has divine feelings for you.
They’re awesome.
She noses you around
in big Rottweiler gulps.
She takes in your life force like it’s food.
There’s an exchange rate.
You eat hers like it’s the story of the day.
You’re special to each other.
She knows she’s got your love.
She gets into yah.

Dude. [vision of Lisa hunched down in the field where we walk the dogs a long ways off from us, her hind legs much taller than normal, deformed actually, and she was looking at us but not responding]
Lisa!
Lisa’s tarrying.
She can be found across.
We entered on Lisa.
This is dog patch.
We need to find her/get over her. [phrases spoken simultaneously]
How do we rescue?
How do we take her time upon us?
We have to look for her.
We’re counting sheep.
We just sit there and stare.
I think she’s gonna take a military parade.
You can’t do anything that loses life force.
Lisa’s a moment of concentration.
Include her in your sadhana concentration.
You have to look for her everywhere.
You do this till you find her.
I don’t think you’re far from her.
You keep her in your sights.
Go find her.
She’s a trade away.
We have to come terms with our sweetheart
beyond the edges of life.
Are we seeing things that’s not there?
I’d rule.
I’d run.
Come on let’s get this show on the road.

I hope I have every way to show you this to chef.
You’re ill-prepared for it.
It leads you along.
Shall we say it opens doors?
It’s a call to captain.
Where is that meditative moon?
Stoned,
nippity’s found her.
We’ve branded a dog.
No, we haven’t stamped our hoof on her.
It’s her human we’re worried about.
We’ve calculated her
to express this,
not in terms of consciousness,
in terms of inner being.
The consciousness rides along.
It’s got a lot of catching up to do.
We’re changing consciousness.

That dog’s a swirl,
the Luna that’s a Lisa beginner.
It’s our purpose with her,
any dog
that’s soul arrived.
Lisa accomplished this
before she died.
Luna is great in her shoes.
We’re babying her.
She gets the special treatment.
It’s her head we want her to follow,
nice and human.

She came to us a miracle.
Lisa died on social media.
Immediately somebody gave us a dog,
a baby Rottweiler.
A great confusion started.
Someone in the house kept her for himself
on one of the lower floors.
We fought.
I saw the dog in vision
several times a day.
They kept her locked away.
Sunshine she was.
They knew I wanted her.
They knew she was for me.
I knew she’d be mine.
She’s soul prepared.
Then the day came
they let her out of the room.
There was no question she was my dog.
I had seen in vision the day she’d come.
Her days she came with me.
Soon they stopped getting her at night.
This was my joy.
That dog was my special angel.
Still is.

We trust her.
A little baby rides on her back and pulls on her ears.
She has Nitish in her paws.
That love’s a spectacle to see.
She’s the special dog in the room,
and everybody knows it.
She’s part of my intelligence.
I’ve ego-bonded with her.
Dog is wonderful for that.
Love bonds us closeness all day long.
She’s up against me now.
To pet her is a thrill.
I have such joy seeing her.
She’s like my little boy.
This is absolutely free and clear.
No zoo feelings crowd my day.
She’s a wonderful device.
No one sees this potential in dogs.
Want a puppy
grow up,
and a child has arrived
no hassle.
There’s a child;
you’re learnin’ to love children without offense.
You learn what normal people feel with children.
Those parts are left alone.
They’re kinda gross, aren’t they?
You even learn how to give baths:
okay I’ll do it.

Now that boy beside me,
and his breaths are a rhythm on me now,
sleeping Nitish,
I take him to dog.
You, see the relationship.
Great teachers dogs are,
like Rottweiler size
and demeanor.
You have to special them,
or they bite,
raise them like a human child,
with a whole lotta love and attention.
Peekaboo you little furry thing.
Can I just drown you in sweetness?
I love my dog.
You’re angry about it,
if you’re an outsider to dog,
or slightly amused,
What’s this stuff?
Yeah I know,
they only last as long as a child does.
That’s written into the picture.
You see it?
Let’s go agree with boys:
a dog is your best friend.
Thank you dog.

Okay I’m buildin’ bridges
and puttin’ Luna on one
on my mountain.
We’re catering her to human,
bringing her forth.
She’ll cross over into humanity next.
It’s where souls bring dogs,
and you thought it must be monkeys
that take that next leap
into human terms
from reincarnation’s bounds.
Dogs and cats sit with us
and learn human.
Can I reveal this on earth?

We’re a dog depository
to bring that forth.
We know what’s at stake.
We teach them human,
but we don’t dress them in clothes
and give them bottles to wear.
That’s ridiculous.
We don’t fry their brains with all that silly stuff.
This is mean.
We let them be dogs still.
Their humanity’s an inner release
we pick up on through dream and vision.
It’s not something you decide to do.
You watch the process happen
where soul and divine guide you.
It’s not something you make up.
We’re there.
We opt with her
and just reveling in her dog.
Oh we love her.
We’re a way station for dogs
that’s got this goin’.
Of course we have a house full of dogs,
and they all sleep in the bed,
roam the house like children,
and we do love them
like they’re our kids.

I will put up with you only so far as you’re dog.
No, I think everybody gets that special treatment,
kids most of all.
I’m holdin’ one now as he’s sleepin’,
and here comes the dawn.
I love this little boy.
It’s mind expanding.
We’ll chariot dogs
to their drive human.
This is our work with them.
This is what we do.
It’s soul arranged,
and you don’t pick them out of a litter.
It happens on its own until you see it.
You don’t bring dog into the room.
You don’t even know he’s there.
You get a soul revelation.
That’s how it’s done.
Can you grasp that?

One day we’ll be masters at this,
and what dogs will arise
and what human.
Meanwhile let’s find Lisa
and take Luna by the hand
and bring her over to us.
I’m showin’ you that happenin’.
It’s happened all along.
We just didn’t see it.
Soul evolution,
it’s not a Darwinian thing.
We created dog for this
as we got more sophisticated,
so they’d take on our role,
and our species would be spared
from evolution’s gamble.
Primitive man didn’t know this.
They didn’t.
What a surprise dog in hand.
It manifested from soul ground,
the real push behind the world,
and we’re lettin’ it happen
where we live.
Dog and boy
get some good clothes, you know?

Luna
gives us her view.
I’m hip.
Can’t take it out.
You remind me now
of the leaves on the tree.
I don’t care.
You know how chamber work.
You fill it
when you’re in there.
When you’re comin’,
you’re not too concerned about it.
Excuse me sir, no way does the city reopen.
I’m inclined to believe that.
I just keep goin’ dog.

Let me relieve that.
I’m all about the bound today,
kitchen sink.
Mind wear a popsicle.
Mind wear constantly reoccurring thought:
I’m listenin’ to yah.
The rise of dog,
such good tidings.
Now can we title this?
We have correct terms.
Down the beaches.
We have an attachment mule.
You’re just in the way.
Too much affection brings fear.
You’re hands are here:
never lose her.

Well I have a question.
Is attachment always the end result of love,
avoid it by backing off physical intimacy?
What high Heaven you from?
I wanna pet my dog.
I need this
and not just for affection.
This was divinely arranged.
I wanna talk to the divine that arranged that,
not the aloof mule.

The thicket,
it’s in the house of thought.
Grab thought by the horns.
Don’t let the people go
I am to confront.
When you pet them your hands reinforce this.
We steal Douglas
alright.
You guys never touch,
or once in a blue moon.
With Lisa,
you can’t touch her,
but the attachment burns you all day long.
What Rottweiler
eating
in your mind
I love that dog, I love that dog?

Can we not love our dogs?
You’re just not the formula to bring peace on earth.
The mom packet,
would they love their children?
What do we do here?
Do I go at room daddy? [spoken in Nitish’s voice]
Take the boy skiing.
Let your hands tell ‘im you love ‘im,
and keep your hands free of life force
by grasping him right.
Don’t eat on him.
You’re giving him affection.
You can so easily confuse that.
There’s a free and clear feeling in your brain.
You’re not holdin’ your attachment.
This is not a possessive article.
You pet you free.
They need it not you,
and we’re comin’ along here to the bowels of enlightenment.
You don’t grab the world as sustenance,
either in your mind or in your hands.
You can love dearly
and not consume the other’s love.

We’re calling on you to be aloof
in your mind’s eye.
You study God.
You’re pettin’ Him.
That dog is just the occasion.
Now call Lisa in your mind,
and you’re not calling her for your sakes.
She’s bound and needs your help.
Your attachment has hurt her,
and you need to let go,
all the while feeling her.
She’s God’s child.

Now can we get this straight?
It’s an attitude you hold in your mind
so the vital doesn’t eat,
and you don’t breed attachment.
This is the integral healing.
This is the mainstay.
Take these ingredients and go to darshan with that little boy,
holding him in God’s love. [November 24th, Day of Victory]
Study enlightenment,
and all dogs get this special treatment.
We’ve solved the moon
with flesh on earth,
and it feels good, doesn’t it?

That’s a pretty ugly kid,
need to help ‘em
growin’ up.
We don’t just let street dogs loose.
Can we not kill them either?
A facility
in the neighborhood
that helps them
just makin’ rounds.
Can every neighborhood grasp one?
Take this one and spay it,
that one and neuter it.
That’s every street dog in the neighborhood,
and we let them live in the neighborhood
until they die out.
We’d feed them care for them.
The street’s their neighborhood,
not the facility,
but the hospital’s there.
The one that bite,
we can’t let them do that,
and some just have eyes for humans.
We’d adopt those.
Can we get along?
We can sure help street dogs.

Today at 1 o’clock we have 36 minutes.
That is the one to throw out the dog.
I don’t think so.
He cares about people.
We’re friends for eight hours,
as long as I’m working there,
my whole shift.
Panic extra,
the second half,
we don’t school children.
This is a facility for dogs.
It’s not a language lab.
They visit,
I mean some kids.
It’s not their job to take care of the dogs.
[vision of Nitish in such a facility, laying on his side crying, focus on the side of his head]
For those wannabes,
they can have some chores there.
We need this vet
to come in daily for the program.
They’re there to take care of the program.
They’re there to treat dogs,
the strays of the neighborhood,
not the pets of the people there,
else they lose their time at one facility.
We gotta thang goin’.
It’s a hop, skip, and a jump away from a small warehouse.
It doesn’t dispense medicine.
See your local vet for that.

We’ve got kids who clean the place.
Oh do we?
Those wannabes.
They wanna be somebody who takes care of dogs.
They’re not punished in the sun.
They help out around the place.
They don’t have the shoe capacity
to be regular employees or run the place.
I think the dog lovers here are professionals.
It’s their occupation,
and they get paid well,
and they get scheduled right.
No 12 hour work week,
I mean days.
Regular time off.
This is all part of the plan
of the functioning society
we have to put together.
We are on our way.
You’re up on that roof,
tryin’ to fly this thing.
Good doctor it works.
I’m mean we get goin’.

You can’t get ‘em out this room.
They’re a vision bundle.
I’m about process and tardiness.
I see in vision
I give the world to care.
I grapple with this everyday.
You hear me speak,
and these are not my words.
They come from afar,
spiritual vision.
I’m not the author of these programs.
I don’t choose what to speak.
It comes upon me.
It’s on me now.

What flavor is this?
I want to become the world
everybody sees
and every freedom in there.
I want to hope guide you
so that we all become better people.
And you see this vision’s for me.
I change the world on my terms,
as I see the visions.
The visions come through me.
They deal with my stuff
in world terms.
I’m their lawyer.
I could be a better vision.
I could do a better vision,
and here I am improve.
On with the show.

There’s a large program
we need to see immediately.
Do we do somethin’ here?
I felt hands press me awake. [vision of this line in the middle of a page, typed, and it sounded in voice loudly]
What is the soul of Halloween?
Your Rottweiler on the other side.
We see the dead,
and we watch them die.
They grotesque
in transitioning.
Donny do you see this?
We come together on purpose.
We have to bring your Rottweiler to clover,
the place of paradise.
That’s her transitioning now.
She’s a visual leftover.
I see her the way she’s dead.
This is not nice to look at.
You can’t always say she’s Rottweiler.
She gets all mixed up.
Isn’t that the form of dog?
In gross overlays.
She’s morphin’ into her death form.
We can’t see her,
and it’s a clear certain form to look at.
She’s dead.

I don’t know how to look at her—
strange form.
She comes up to you all the time
in the image of dream.
I don’t think you grasp her yet.
You’re lookin’ for her.
I don’t know how we come together.
We just keep tryin’.
It’s okay, she sees you.
Then why can’t we open to each other?
This is comin’.
You must continue.
I have so many questions about her state.
I wanna know if she’s cared for.
She’s a little dog.
I think she gets a warm hand sometimes.
She’s met some kind souls.
She’s comin’ for you.
It’s just a matter of time.
Keep her in your sights.
She’s comin’.

Okay I’ve said my piece
on the division of dogs,
the real live orchestra.
It’s a different kind of dog
we humanize.
It’s not an arbitrary every one.
You can see their self-awareness.
It’s not the way they lick themselves.
They’re lookin’ at the world
they’re so aware of their place in it,
and that smarts.
Their dog day has begun,
and they know there’s more to it than that.

Bein’ Your Daddy

On November 20, 2022December 14, 2022 By Donny Lee DukeIn childhood education, seer poetryLeave a comment

photos by Donny

Turn down that Adam. [vision of the number 7 as though it’s as small as an atom]
I’ve got a kid needs some shoes.
He’s 13,
will be 11 next month.
Wow is he growin’ fast.
Any faster he’ll be 12.
A legalistic childhood,
that’s not happenin’.
Your imagination just runs wild.
I handle him.
I don’t think rules rule the show.
He wears freedom’s wings.

He occupies the center of the room,
and I listen to him all the time.
He gets away with murder.
If he did anything wrong that would be terrible.
This is a good sweet kid.
I dote on him.
He has me in hand.
We just go round and round about that.
I don’t care I let my ego down for him.
This is not paper mâché.
Now it’s invoice.
He needs to know he’s expensive.

He’s not a little kid anymore,
and the changes happen everyday.
I just go with the flow,
but I’m faced with a dilemma.
The world’s not going to dote on him like me.
He has to get social wings.
He has to have the right equipment.
I think we start with everyday.
I don’t wait on you hand and foot.
You can reach the sugar now.
You know how to boil water.
You can be interrupted
by your own needs.
I mean get up out of that chair and do them,
just the little tasks
your small hands can manage.
You can’t bake bread.
Oh me?
Unless I’m sick I’ll do it myself.

We’re just makin’ that daily turn.
You have been an infant in my care,
the small child,
and I did everything for you.
We’re almost finished with that.
Look I really love yah kid.
I’m into helping you survive.
It’s a hostile world out there,
no Disney Land.
The best thing I can teach you is to teach yourself.
This is not hard on the rocks.
I’m still gonna baby you
when you got those little boy blues.
I’m very attuned to you.
You’re my other half.

Okay grow up,
I really understand we do that slowly.
I’m here to hold your hand,
but I’m not here to tie your shoe,
or take in your music in my silent room.
I dwell there.
You don’t seem to know that.
I don’t like war games in my living room.
Machine gunfire cringes me.
Now you like society with yah all the time.
It sings to you its mores,
blasts them apart in video games,
and you’ve put both together now—
a soundtrack to your gameplay.
You know I object.
Okay you’ve put on Mr. Beast to appease me.
You know I like his show,
but honestly,
I druther have quiet in my room.
I don’t know how to teach you quiet.
You’re so hooked in I think you’ve lost your mind.
It’s an electronic media.
Can’t you see you’re hooked?

Sadhana,
where does this meet you?
I don’t know how strong it must be,
but I think we’re growin’ into it
if I wanna give you the best in life.
Where do we begin?
You are so entertained.
I can’t fly this.
This is an attack.
You’re made to feel at home in wars.
You think relationship’s on YouTube.
You don’t like your outer reality.
It’s not hyped with music,
the Seinfeld of drama,
and here you are a robot,
a zombie,
the catcher in the game,
the intelligent boy.
This is horrible music.
I don’t know how to daddy you.
Time schedules, rules,
do we need them?

I have to hold your hand.
I think you’d pick flowers if there were a bomb.
You have no idea the value of time.
You don’t know how to work.
You just sit there and play.
School’s the counterpart to this,
and I wouldn’t want it to rule you.
It’s worse than video games.
It teaches you all the wrong stuff.
Everybody’s bad word.
Give me the answers,
horrible feelings.
It’s not where I want you to grow up.

I swear baby come here. [vision of letting two of our dogs come into the room, they happy and wagging their tails jaunting on in]
We haven’t waited for it all to go by before we swam.
We have waded every bit in the wake of the whole. [this and above line came at the end of a dream where I was in a boat and watching from the back of it as some kids I knew jumped into the bay, bouncing up and down in the water on the wake of the boat]
Did you get that?
It’s Whitney Houston all over again,
I think the greatest love of all.
You know what she means.
How do we humble ourselves and do it?
It’s not every minute playin’ with that kid.
Look kid.
I think he has come chores to do.
Do we include him in them?
He’s always watching
a stagnant video.
You don’t get him out of that chair.
It’s self-love with him,
every breaking time.
Not what he truly needs.
Damages his brain
stuck in his chair all day.
The Mother’s tryin’
to get him outta that chair,
outta the house.

Every lighthouse
is good seein’ from a distance.
Let him have it,
like he would bring a will with us
on our dog walks.
He can just
go test the world out on his bicycle.
The neighborhood kid thing ain’t happenin’.
Yeah, you’re right.
He can’t play in the street.
Well there is the gym,
and you’ve equipped a room to do that
with the weapons.
That’s just started,
and he loves it in there.
It’s your name
we’re tryin’ to get yah to say.
Bite it and kick it
on the wrong address.
That’s social media.

Now who’s playin’ cars?
Can he not play?
Doesn’t play enough.
May I help you, may I help you?
That’s a game card.
Alright UNO let’s go to reach.
Parental Monopoly’s a nightmare,
but look how happy it makes your kid.
Oh God Risk!
I’m just goin’ with the games in the room.
We can get more complicated
outside,
doin’ some mini nature collection,
pressin’ flowers
so they stand the test of time,
and go on long walks
to an imaginary noon.
We’re pressed for time,
hum together
a hundred and eighty degrees
from ship to sail.
Can I help you?
Yeah help me cook.
Cut some potatoes.
You know I clean house.
I’ll sweep you mop how about that?

Oh I’m sorry,
you have to work.
Can’t always be friends with the house.
Poetry module needs movin’.
Now here’s where you touch base.
Enough!
Captain,
inwards.
And what is that boy doin’?
Leavin’ you alone.
This has been the module all along.
We go on technology,
he’s a spearpoint,
just can’t seem to find the time to leave me alone,
and he bothers me.
Look, I gotta get this posted.
This is the command time
and that an understatement.
Typed up a poem
with headphones on,
and you gotta get it posted.
I didn’t see one—
that boy on his armchair.
This is what you teach him to do,
study you.
I heard a noise.
A thought came in.
The poem it got scratched.
I’m really tryin’ to do my best here.

Wait a minute,
and that boy does,
until he sees you’re out of the zone.
What teaches him this?
Politeness.
I don’t think we throw stones.
You’re catering the ability
it all rings.
Swamp in his head,
you don’t want that master,
and you gotta get ‘im to think on his own,
and media don’t determine that.
He could sit next to you,
some comfortable back straight,
and he could go to town on thought
while you meditate.
Alright kid we’re gonna do this and that’s it.
Oh man.
Now let’s go barefoot,
and he learns not to think.
Short periods all,
and we ground ourselves.
Look kid you’re just gonna do this.
You can tell that kid what to do.
It’s his place in life.
They’re hardwired for that.
Aren’t you kid?

Take some time
to work out these modules.
He’ll resist.
You’re firm but kind.
You just love that little boy to death.
He’s not a softball.
You can be firm with him.
You respect his comfort zone
too much.
He needs to be tested, tried, and true.
He’s growin’ up for God’s sake.
He’s not a little boy anymore,
or he’s not that exactly.
He’s gettin’ some independent shoes.
He’s puttin’ on the world.
He’s becoming himself in the mirror.
That’s your doin’.
You’ve accelerated his growth
constantly challenging him with ideas,
pushing him towards his hidden sun,
testing his clarity.
You’re intense to be with,
and you push everybody.
You’ve growed that little boy up
to see the world in things,
to know God is there,
and you’ve showed him enlightenment, Supermind and the Supreme,
and you get on with his soul,
and you’ve done that in the joys of life,
taking him to school.
You’ve really got this concept in him
of the world is bigger than the show,
and I think he surprises everyone
how he understands the world.
You’re not workin’ with raw clay.
He’s an accelerated son of a gun.
The raw material’s in his attitude,
and that’s what we’re workin’ on now,
a pilot program,
something real.

Just look like a human body divine
that’s not cleared his room.
That boy needs tall tales.
That boy knows he’s giving birth to his divinity,
but he doesn’t know what that means yet.
You have to show ‘im,
and that’s painstaking.
You have to hold yourself to the divine.
He’ll respect that,
and you’ve got a child with him now
he don’t respect.
Onion told me to bring this in to you, okay? [spoken in the voice of Varon, five]
He’s really messed up here.
Find out
his impact on his little brother
the rest of his life.
He’s got to be good to him.
What can we do here?
Make him see.
And we continue with this everyday.

I’ve got a neutral causing line.
It’s apparent.
Enhance.
Make that the see,
and you’ll rub off on him all the right ingredients.
This is liftin’ the room.
You’ve got it working for you now.
Everyday to show.
He’s not as delicate as you think.
Something important,
you take him to task,
firmly, smoothy,
and with a whole lotta love.
What are you waiting for? [heard sung by Ellie Goulding, “Love Me Like You Do”]
You with Me?

We’re working for every man and woman who send they’re on the truth.
Judgemental entities,
we have to see that before.
They only care about that kid,
or at least they think they do.
You’re a shadow report.
They just want you out of the picture.
Nobody’s sayin’ they’re smart here.
You’re a friendship with the divine.
I understand talking I need you to listen that’s all.
This is evolving Sanskrit,
letting language lose its borders.
Did you know what it feels like to drown?
And there I am to help you.
You need limits, guidelines.
They can’t restrict you
in your evolution.
I know this plan, okay?
I’m all about it.
It’s calmer than we know.
I’m putting these shoes on you.
They rub blisters sometimes there’s so much resistance.
They hurt your feet.
It’s okay we do it anyway.
I’m not there a judge in the sky
but an Alpha friend.
Open.

You’re not enough by yourself.
You need Me to guide you.
Come on with that kid.
It’s time to grow him up now.
Put lessons on him
that socialize him in the room
in a manner befitting his patience.
We need him.
He’s got plans for Us in the future.
Don’t let him down.
Develop him.
Be there with him.
Teach him how to love himself
so he will not get in the way of others.
How doin’?
Gettin’ heard of.
Now, let’s fly.
On your mark, get set, go.

Punishment reveals itself as statistics.
Who can say it works?
Grabbed the day by a hayride.
I didn’t punish that kid.
I saw him along.
This is active parenting.
We got along,
and it wasn’t that he agreed.
I spent time with him
you do this you do that,
explained things.
He’s still didn’t agree,
but he did them.
You can turn off the music
if they’re stubborn.
Then you take them and ring their neck.
That’s an out loud statement.
You know who that’s from don’t you?
They always incite violence.
That’s the tail you have to cross to get to that kid:
you control yourself.
What does violence do to them?
Make them worse.

I judge him
fit for a king.
To take his crown defeats him.
I don’t want that little boy defeated.
Well we took his phone away.
We didn’t keep it long.
We let him get up and comply and get it back.
There are no rude handles here.
Patience runs the thing.
I’m not a disciplinarian.
That kid runs all over me.
There’s no toll taken I’m afraid.
I love ‘im like the dickens.
We go together.
Come on let’s go.
We’ve got a poem to cross.

The muse is art.
I thinks that a person
can really get a mouthful here.
Just open your eyes and swim.
Damn, it’s a hardhat.
I don’t how you move along.
I think you get meaning in doses.
Meaning in doses,
what?
You just take it slowly.
Meaning will reveal the line.
Alright I’ll give you the scent.
You’ve got to capture the moon.
This poem is Heaven sent.
You just hear about kids,
but the divine is talkin’ to you.
This is not beat up children.
It’s easy with them,
like they deserve to smile.
It’s got instructions for divinity kids.
You heard me.
We grow God in our children,
and one day this breaks out in humanity,
and we are divine on earth.

Now it’s happenin’ on the inside.
No light of day yet.
We’re just breathin’ enlightenment
and some soul change.
No divinity to speak of yet.
That’s gonna take a long time.
It’s a supramental change.
We raise the human race this way.
Here, a poetry guidebook.
What actions about words are done?
Who does it?
The lead dinosaur.
That dinosaur’s of old,
and old sin on the world soul.
That leader’s helping out.
You were falling out.
Issue a clean to do sadhana,
five pounds or something like that.
It’s a work with children scheme.
Thank you and thank you and thank you.

I’m gonna go eat.
I’ve heard it with my hands.
This is cultural sin.
Is there anyway to change offenders?
No, that’s star’s community,
a soul to cross.
It’s God’s doin’
and the soul charge.
You just love ‘em and let ‘em do it.
You know the ones that change,
that you can count on.
Pictures were all with words and the word’s with me,
so you can understand the science behind all this text,
the tie breaker.
We’re goin’ somewhere.
We have engines in the room
that can see each other.
The bottom of the line feels good,
and we see ourselves in town.
We are the right music.
Way station, we’re talking about
that has frame.
Without grace
no meeting on earth would happen.
The gas is gonna do it, right?
Picture
I love you.

In the Arena of This World

On November 18, 2022May 1, 2025 By Donny Lee DukeIn applied nonduality, Dreams, ego activism, seer poetryLeave a comment

feature image by Mithun

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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He’s Alone in There with Kids

On November 15, 2022December 14, 2022 By Donny Lee DukeIn applied nonduality, childhood education, ego activism, seer poetryLeave a comment

feature image by Donny

Vilifying that like he deserves to be shot.
Wait, wait, wait,
you’re officially allowed to speak.
He took me to pizza, I played the flute.
He was now.
Divine values fill my room.
I’m a nut
etched deep into the ground of being.
You won’t find me in stores.
I’m all there is.
I mean there’s only one of me.
I sudden.
I hold mops and brooms.
I clean myself first.
I have everybody to think of.
Do you know that?

It’s hard.
Everybody’s away from you.
There you are,
and I’m gone.
You’re everybody’s baby except those who find you not. [heard sung in the voice of Joni Mitchell to tune of “Carey”, the lyrics “Oh you’re a mean ole daddy but I like you”]
“The Bell Spirituality” has kicked off the game,
with your husband.
I am
very different,
a radical revolutionary.
To be honest with yah,
I want the halls of justice to come tumbling down,
schools to close.
Do it now
in my ear.

American justice,
that’s branded in shame.
It’s not like we own up to it.
Do you know what shame does to a car?
It humiliates it,
and we have no car
that gives us a good run.
They’re seething with social justice,
and we rape them
in the halls of the system.
That’s good?

Now let’s go behind bars.
You mean men,
terrible women.
Social equality here.
Can we manage them?
I think we just snake/choke them. [words spoken simultaneously]
They’re made to feel sheep.
They’re piled on one another.
We’re pressing them into the ground.
We want them to have bad feelings.
It’s a social club.
They’re down and dirty to each other.
Nowhere you can run.
You’re limited in your freedom
to a jail cell.
How’s that for size?

They sting.
They put you in touch with yourself
so you want to kill people,
rob society.
How many get out and do that?
They’re horrible places to eat.
Their food is mixed in blood.
They are encountered in shit.
We can’t get them to eat good life force.
It’s not there.
The guards emit it,
tonnes and loads of ill will.
You’re just treated badly
all along the line.
Now let’s rape and kill shall we?

I don’t think you know what you’re doin’.
It’s ugly.
It’s so stupid.
Yet you wish this on people,
either that or kill them.
You think justice is done.
You’ve just hamstrung society.
I don’t event think you see us as a society.
We’re just individuals going our own way.
You pilot them
with a gun.
Law and order
means violence.
Great you say it works.
Like it’s falling apart.
It’s never worked,
but we don’t see that.
Justice is done.
The victims feel better,
like they’re avenged,
and we tell them
they have closure,
don’t we press?

Well what does that mean?
We’ve done all the wrong things to get better.
We’ve crucified someone for their sins,
I mean to the upmost extent of the law,
and we hate them doing it.
You’re supposed to feel that way;
it’s the law.
Now let’s go to gun.
Who has it now?
And you shoot and shoot and shoot.
These are healing measures?
They took my son.
They did this to me!
Your pain is undeniable.
You must be cared for,
taken care of,
but we’d need to remind you of your humanity.
We can’t have you acting like an animal too.
You got me here?

What am I sayin’?
It’s not society we change it’s you.
Your attitudes of justice suck.
You think it’s right
to kill people
or get rid of them,
for doin’ wrong.
Of course, they’ve sinned.
Even if it makes it worse.
Even if it doesn’t work.
All the laws say so.
They’re just there to break.

You don’t change human nature with law.
You have to go to school for that.
In Saigon,
good morning.
These are American troops stationed in Vietnam.
These are American school children in their school.
Hello Vietnam!
They just rust there,
learning to oppress people,
kill their chickens,
rape their girls.
We’ll shoot them if they don’t comply,
burn down the village.
I think I saw a rifle there,
or I just wanna get mean.
We oppress and we oppress and we oppress.
I think I learned that in school.
There’s no teaching done there
on the right things in life.
It’s a mind game.

Let’s get our intellectual skills in order,
and we don’t even do that.
My what a waste school,
every single hour every single day.
We put our kids through
deeply - harming - mechanisms,
and we don’t even see it.
We put the recognition on the pedophile.
Can you see that?

Nobody knows the reality of school.
It’s a wham! bam! thank you ma’am!
I’ll open it—
systems of abuse.
No one’s happy there,
despite the location:
we’re socializing kids,
and that should be a happy project.
They have moments of school bliss,
but then a bully gets them,
or they fail a test,
any number of things
that the bliss can’t hide,
that it can’t even do away with.
We make schools like a prison house of rules.
This is a learning experience
they’re robbed of a chance to learn.
You’re not safe there.
You’re put in trouble.
Let’s pound a few heads,
that’s school curriculum
in its
we need the right answer.
Then?
They could care less the devastating effect on children
their laziness counts.
There it's meat.

Can you tell me what the three R’s mean to life
when you don’t even know how to treat people?
Let’s memorize the anatomy of a star,
take our science books and cram them
into our brain holes,
learn the math we’ll never use,
and hear the lesson
of the most intricate fields in life,
and we stand there rivals to one another,
strangers.
We just wanna get out and play.

Now there’s a mode of travel.
It just looks like play to us.
We’re not sure of it’s taco,
but we can learn that way,
innovative, creative
mind-posts
that know how to lesson the heart
and keep that animal under control
the right way.
I’m not tryin’ to take your freedom.
I have some good things for you to eat
in a background
of why don’t you ask
instead of take?
I’m socializin’.
Can we make friends?

Alright corporate manager,
your employees are getting the shaft.
Now Julie you take the role.
I think capitalism knows better
if it’s taught at school,
and climate change can find out,
and there it is.
Alright Mr. Hairy Policeman,
put down the gun.
Alright victim,
now you take the role.
You see what I’m gettin’ at.
Play.

We have a whole field to cover,
all of life’s rooms.
We can get creative,
and you know we can improve school.
Is that all we’re doin’?
I think it’s an extremely localized concept.
So much smaller matters.
We can get down to business
on a street block,
in a farm circle,
and we’re goin’ to school with neighbors, you know?
A very localized concept
would bring it down to science.
We can get our hands on it.
Spaces large enough
for a small classroom,
I think they’re probably preexisting.
You got this big den.
There’s the gym,
any number of places,
modified to fit need that’s all.

Teachers are emissaries.
They know how to spot students.
Okay, you, you and you,
let’s spend some time on algebra
or differential equations.
Can you do calculus?
I think you need the science book
in those holes in your head.
They’re trained to spot individual learners,
and that’s the secret of school.
Your inner abilities are brought out.
Where you’re geared in life,
that’s where you go.
It’s made to fit you
as the group does its thing,
and you’re in it.

You see what I’m tryin’?
This is a much better society.
It works.
It’s around the corner,
if you can put it there.
I’m seein’ it,
and I’m certainly not the only one.
Gotta get it in the zeitgeist,
and there’s a whole lot to overcome.
We have to change human beings,
whole societies of them.
You don’t know what I mean.
They can’t be changed.
It’s impossible.
Well let’s drop some acid and see.
Just kidding,
but you know,
there might be something there.

Anyway how do you change a hungry man,
an abused woman?
That’s the formula stick out.
It’s what we’ve been tryin’ to do all these years,
but we didn’t know where change bring you.
We just wanted better people,
and all our tries make us worse.
Where do we go for change?
Well, a rocket poem can help.
You know of all the arts,
poetry puts your head on.

We can sing too,
or ballet,
get down in every art.
That’s the medium our social change.
It gets the word out there
in creative heartbeats.
It moves you,
and we begin.
The right stuff,
it’s the market today
in a heartfelt poem.
Hello there.

Don’t say it—
he believes it could only be said in India,
anything we say.
What’s the wrong with you?
That’s the horrible speakin’ God.
This is the dosa mavu
that wants to put our crisis on the table.
What’s he doing?
He’s making comment.
This is what control their will,
I mean in a big time:
etched deep into the ground of being,
where we meet each other
on the ground in India,
is a horsefly;
9/11
happened in India.
Stop wearin’ that.
Your minorities don’t threaten your existence,
see some master plan
to unHindu everybody.

The part that I played,
I was tryin’ to get the world to see itself.
Fact cutters,
that came the other day
to throw me outta my room,
and I belong there,
and I’m an American
living in India.
I’m a parent there
outspoken in my room.

You outta see it.
You can’t be
any kind of whistleblower
2022.
One second.
I want all rice.
I want the world to end
it’s regional languages rule the day.
I want to believe in humanity.
You got me dog?
That was the doctor.
Forget something.
Somebody call me a monster—
I’m gonna make you pay;
you process
the abuse of children.

For one thing I wouldn’t hurt them.
No, but I have a plan.
Vietnam,
I wanted to get into the thought good.
A police car is outside. [spoken in the voice of Mithun in a vision where he’s coming in from the balcony saying that, and I’m going to see if one is]
This is dangerous.
Can you respect that?
What’s the point of it?
There you have it,
a poem to change minds.

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