Yes of course you can go beyond man.
I felt the house alone.
I stood there on a bridge of time,
not expecting outcomes.
I just saw reality.
It was frozen bare,
and it challenged me to think
surpassing thought.
I was alone in the room,
and even Nitish was there
and my beloved dogs.
I heaved,
approaching the Silence.
It was an illusive prey.
Infinity stole my mind.
It grabbed me by the Silence.
I was a good day.
I cooked lunch,
did my duties
and took care of the people around me.
They were fighting their own battles
and needed my help.
I stood there and be a friend.
I listened to myself
giving them what they need.
I was withdrawing from time.
I stared at the gates of forever.
It orange glowed.
I gathered myself.
I didn’t have any pockets.
Things were to me on the shelf.
I craved no vital indulgence.
I was tired of the play.
Relaxing it was just to stop my thoughts.
It stood upon a verge of time
unaccompanied by time.
I was in that place where God was
the spectator in the room.
Sri Aurobindo held my hand.
The Mother surrounded me.
I loved myself,
faults and all,
but I was in transit from the center of the room.
I was beginning to smile.
I was beginning to hold water,
reacting less to things around me,
but still a reaction bore.
It was a principled state
that divined the reality of others to themselves.
I felt them Self with me.
I felt them safe with me
reacting less and less.
The world was a communiqué and a sound.
Still I was hated
in Auroville
and by the yoga.
No one looked at me
with kind eyes.
I understood and did not hate in return.
I continued to send them postcards:
help me
undo being this outcast among you.
It fell on deaf ears.
I was pariah.
Hello?
Great big bold thoughts,
when they looked at me,
gave them pause to think
for one second.
That’s it.
No one would talk to me,
except to brush me off.
I realized the condition of man.
We are animals in nearness to each other,
even when we have our high ideals
and so many rhymes to sing.
When you’re an outcast you see that.
We are stuck in our ways,
and change is a four-letter word
when you hit that most basic stuff,
someone’s morality,
their motherland,
their lens with which they view the world.
Can you tell me what changes minds,
open hearts
to what they are closed to?
What a position I’m in to learn that.
Our race is doomed,
and the divine has chosen the wrong race to foster.
Change is incremental and slow,
if it happens at all.
But then I look in my own eyes
and see what’s happening with me.
Oh my God we have a chance.
Oh my God we have a chance.
How do you fill in light?
How do you bring change into the room?
You bring change into the room.
It won’t come any other way.
Okay children?
I’m soul.
I have looked in the mirror,
and I’m writin’ about it
every time I write it down.
This is not made-up speech.
It’s all I can do to write it down.
I’m a science of writing it down.
Whole and readymade
the lines come.
That’s all that I can say.
Would you excuse me a minute?
Here I am listenin’.
It’s explodes upon your inner ear in silence.
I mean you don’t let the mind touch it.
Hear that speech?
It’s one and the same
with hear everybody talk.
How wonderful, common, and ordinary.
I’ve raised the halls of speech
a metaphor in waiting.
I go down Moses
to the radio land.
A certain boundlessness sets its edge.
I basketball this to you.
Have you found my meaning yet?
That’s all I’m worth?
I meet the pages of your dream
with my speech.
I illume mind this to you.
You hear it in your court
a symbol sound.
I symbol this to you
how big that sounds.
Chase me off will yah?
I’m huntin’ the universe symbol God,
a poet’s lair.
The dream speech
symbol God.
Is that the rise of the universe?
A poet’s meaning clear.
The expressive word,
has it dawned on you yet?
This poem was written for the American magazine Collaboration, A Journal of Integral Yoga in response to their Winter 2021 issue that focused on poetry, publishing many poems by people involved in our yoga. The poem came unbidden after reading the issue, and it was clear what it was for, Collaboration, and I guess my muse, the agency of the Mother and Sri Aurobindo being the ‘over-editor’ thereof, wanted to give an example of a poem from the Sri Aurobindo school of poetry, if I may call it that, where a poem is received from the overhead regions or the soul via inner listening. I’ve submitted to them multiple times, especially over the last couple of years, never getting a poem published, half the time not receiving a reply. Here is the content of two emails from May of this year where I query for and receive a reply:
“Three months ago I submitted “A Poetry Speaks”. What is the status on that submission? If it’s a no go, I have some questions. My main question, are you mad at me? Have I been blacklisted? Will you ever forgive me? Are you consulting the Mother? Maybe next time.”
“Hello Donny, I’m sorry to tell you that your submission isn’t quite what we are looking for at Collaboration. Thank you for thinking of Collaboration.”
Former times when I did get a rejection notice, I was told my poem wasn’t about the Mother and Sri Aurobindo, or when a poem or poems were, meaning mentioning our teachers by name, that it didn’t fit them, and so I wanted to know what the real deal was, the true reason, and if it I were wasting my time submitting to them. Hence my query. That was my last attempt to submit to them, and I stopped submitting to literary magazines years ago. My muse has some things to say about this process of trying to get my poetry out there, which appears here as a verse, but it’s not a poem, just some scattered lines I heard, some lost, as I lay listening from dawn on this morning.
He drive a force of nature.
From the letter in my throat,
the swan about the offering.
I really wish you'd understand.
You and under...
understand.
It appears to me I've been unfairly held in detention.
I've waited so long. [heard sung, song "Two Tickets to Paradise", sung by Eddie Money]
I guess I reminded them of my immorality in my ethos.
Hidden and ancient don't mean the same thing.
They don't.
Donny Denver miracle,
we never die.
Sunshine on my shoulders. [heard sung, song "Sunshine on my Shoulders, sung by John Denver]
Taken down to the police station,
the threat always hanging over my head.
He's left things dead all over the outside—
rejection.
How do I get into Auroville?
Last time like this time
I just have to wait.
How soon to Auroville?
One day it will be.
I've got two tickets to paradise, [heard sung by Eddie Money]
for the reader and for the yoga.
You think you're really something.
That's it for tweets.
A child is born in New York City,
get up,
get up more.
One of those sponge thingies
gets a hold of my poetry.
This is a good place
for a stick up.
Have a good evening.
Don't even tell yah they've been in your wallet.
Here to help
harm's end.
Goin’ through the tunnel of a poem,
I sit here and write to you.
I puppy every morning.
That’s a little boy I get off to school
or get ready for the day.
Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed no,
he’s a bear.
He’s difficult to deal with
in the morning times.
I just do my job.
Stand around and baby me!
Hold that thought while I iron your uniform.
J.A.R.V.I.S., mach 4!
And on goes the uniform.
It’s a rush to get him off to school.
And there we go.
I really like my job.
I don’t get annoyed too easily.
I’m giving the world its fresh morning start.
I’m giving God his clothes for the day.
That boy gets my full attention.
He’s my special project.
What does he think about it?
You’d have to see it believe it:
he just wants to be with me all the time.
What do I give him that other people don’t?
I give him the bell role,
and he sure makes use of that bell.
I am so delighted to be in his presence.
I cherish him
a devoted man,
hang on his every word,
well almost,
and just shower him with attention.
We’re not always there.
So much time we spend alone
doing our own thing
in close proximity.
Even now he’s on the computer
a few feet away.
Why do I give him this attention?
I can’t give you a label that fits.
Nothing I can call myself works.
Pederast, pedophile, boy lover,
I think you’d think of sex.
You don’t understand.
I love him
in that special way you love boys
when they embody to you your other half.
Let me explain.
I think we all desire union
with a person to fulfill ourselves.
It’s not always the opposite sex.
I think you’ve accepted gay and lesbian unions,
although some people still have problems with the sex.
Well here we are with a boy
representing my opposite half to me.
Okay put God there
you tell me offended by the relationship,
and that’s what I have done.
The boy’s not God for me.
God’s lookin’ at me through that boy.
Now imagine if you really saw this.
I’m not there to harm him, am I?
Granted,
it’s not easy to sacrifice sex and the romantic squeeze.
You do it because you have to.
You love that boy.
You love humanity,
and God you love,
and you don’t forget you love yourself.
Now tell me love can’t do it.
It is stronger than your hate,
what I’ve had to overcome to sacrifice sex,
your hatred.
You’re the biggest obstacle a pedophile faces
in making it right with children.
You can’t even see this.
Sitting in your buffered self,
you can’t see your hate reach the world.
Consciousness is to you a byproduct of brain,
and the hidden consciousness we all share,
you just deny.
A bubble’s worth,
it means no more.
Are you following me?
Now what do we do with pedophiles?
Now tell me love isn’t strong enough
to get them to love kids right.
You are so mistaken with your animal impulses.
You give hate the day.
A pedophile has a purpose if he could be made right.
Let’s grasp a little boy by the horns.
He needs a lot of focused attention,
and no not every pedophile would have one,
and I don’t know how many little boys need a pederast at their side.
Soul manages things,
and we’ve got so much to learn to let it do that.
I’ve made a beginning
to give you this example,
the making of a poet.
Will you hear me?
Anyway here we go.
Let's book ends meet.
He's in patterned straights.
He has the divine attention.
I just look after him.
The divine attention melts
into that he is a poet.
I keep him open to that line.
That's my job with him.
The logic of a poem,
it’s clear on certain things.
Let’s play with boy love, shall we?
Every boy has potential
to be something worthwhile in this world,
I mean in human stakes,
raise our integer.
I’m sorry girls too,
but that’s not my discussion today.
You think I’m talking fame.
I’m talking make us a better people,
and many are unknown who do that.
Now where do we bring the boys along,
the ones who have that mark
of adding meaning to our lives?
Why not a pedophile brings them,
not barring other people can?
I don’t think you know the meaning of pederasty
as an ideal mentoring us along one boy at a time.
You imagine only sex.
And where do we take this vehicle from,
in its proper form,
what brings humanity closer to itself?
Have you ever heard of human unity?
No believe me you have not.
Every area of human life
has to charge itself to human unity.
Every perversion has to find the divine purpose behind it.
This is not a communist manifesto.
God is the unity of all,
the God that brings oneness
as the guiding principle of our lives.
It’s a process of soul.
All our ships will have to be recommissioned.
Every institution,
marriage, family, law and order,
and all our means of employment,
has to produce human unity to survive.
It’s a lofty idea.
Put in practical terms it means fundamental change.
The very engines of society have to change.
Anybody who they are by nature
will have to be dealt with
in the light of human unity,
the most perverted,
and it’s there we reach harm’s end.
Nothing is done we prepare in school.
What would it be anyway different?
Look who we are
and match with that who.
Perfection comes from both of them,
the creature of the world
and the creature of God.
Bruno!
Ideology
can’t put up with this,
someone dangerous.
I don’t think an annual wait would work.
You would have to show them
the way of life to change.
Oh my God experimentation,
how you have to do that.
That means it can’t be a national field,
set about by its laws.
It means overturnin’ bein’ human.
I’m there with a camera
right in your argue belt.
We’re almost there,
where you see my contribution.
Individual's place power,
look at this.
I’m talking to you today
the very thing I’m talking about.
How do you propose this?
Well can you think of better circumstances
for human unity to come waltzing into the room,
when the lights of human unity Auroville are almost out?
The city will still be there
even when human unity is not
where it is taking itself.
You want Auroville the city of the status quo,
government-run Auroville.
You’re not going to produce the new human being.
No radical shift in consciousness there.
Rules cannot arrive at human unity.
How we’ll have to overcome consciousness,
all these formations of ill will floating around.
Tell me the outer process sees this.
It takes an inner revolution
overturning society’s ways.
We need circumstances for that.
We need Auroville.
And there you are in Auroville
arguing for land this and that,
ecological green, the keys to the office, what have you.
Something more fundamental’s at stake.
Can you see where we’re at?
We’re at the very crossroads of the city itself.
Who’s taking over,
the ordinary way of life or human unity,
and who will Auroville produce,
just more people or the superman?
It’s time for you to decide.
The Indian government can’t do it.
It will just produce the Indian government.
It has no means to outgrow itself.
You’d need a charter that says what it needs,
and we go from there.
You have the charter in your hands
the Mother wrote.
To listen to superman,
he's always on time.
Where are you gonna get a map?
Look right here.
Can you see the way?
If you're like me,
it'll take you awhile to see it.
And another little baby child is born in the ghetto. [heard sung, by Elvis]
There's just so much at stake,
and we need to hurry.
So race to human unity on itself.
Alright news, listen.
Cause man help.
A poem by Donny Lee Duke
but performed and illustrated by all four members of our sadhana circle/dream group,
the others members being Douglas, Mithun, and Nitish
[note: Internet Archive videos, which comprise a number of verses, play better if you press play and then pause the video and let it buffer sufficiently before pressing play again, and, if you want fullscreen, you need to click on the Internet Archive icon and go there and click on fullscreen. I realize this slows reading the poem, but vision told me to change from YouTube to Internet Archive because of Indian government censorship.]
photo by Donny
video, video editing and song by Donny
photo by Douglasphoto by Luis Fernando Felipe Alves on Unsplash Crow on the site where it was the barrack 23 at the Dachau Concentration Camp
video by Douglas, video editing by Donny, Watch “A Poet Speaks” to understand video’s context
photo by Douglasgimped by Donny (in the vision that showed me this image, the painting was the Japanese painting of a big wave in the front room of Sri Aurobindo’s quarters, near where the Mother’s chair sits now, across from the little room they gave their last darshan in, although in the vision the painting was reversed as this variation of The Wave is here. The ashram authority in charge of his quarters would not allow me to photograph the painting, and there is no copy that I could find. And of course I saw the Mantrimandir in the vision and not the model of it, but I did the best I could to manifest the vision into an image you can see.)
video and video editing by Donny, watch “A Poet Speaks” to understand its context
photo by Donnyphoto by Douglas, gimped by Donnya still from the trailer for the 1953 film The Beast from 20,000 fathoms, public domainphoto by Donnyphoto by Donnyphoto by Douglas
video and video editing by Donny
photo by Donnyphoto by Donnyphoto by Donnyphoto by Nitishphotos by Donny, gimped by him
photo by Donny
photo, video editing, and mantra by Donny, sung and played on the guitar by Mithun
video of Hanna and Gandalf by Douglas, photographs, mantra and video editing by Donny
photo by Douglas
videos and song excerpt (“Ticket to Eureka”) by Donny
photo by Nitishphoto by Douglas, gimped by Donnyphoto by Donnyphoto by Donnyphoto by Nitishphoto by Donnyphoto by Nitishphoto by a kind, young, Indian American woman from Pennsylvania, Artyphoto of the street by Nitish, of Donny by Douglas, gimped by Donny
videos and video editing by Donny (with Douglas’ assistance), song excerpt (“Beauty’s Reign”) by Donny, sung by he and Mithun, Mithun lead vocals. Watch “A Rabble-Rouser” to understand video’s context.
photo by Mithun
1st and 4th photo by Douglas, video by Mithun, video editing by Donny (with Douglas’ assistance), song excerpt (Beauty’s Reign”) by Donny and sung by he and Mithun, Mithun lead vocals and flute
photo by Douglasphoto by Donnyphoto by Donnyphoto by Donnyphoto by Douglas
All photos and videos by us were shot on a Vivo X60 Pro
Above National Commitments
It took a few a times before I finally got it right,
inspiración de la Auroville,
inspiration Auroville.
He eats the city.
They know him for a stain on their rug.
He’s before your eyes.
He looks like a partner.
I read a novel.
It’s on our radio page today.
She survives the situation
national treasure.
You just keep goin’ with those inspirational quotes.
It’ll take us to repair the hole in ourselves
at the level you are:
blow up the math, will yah?
There is so much to a poet speaks.
To the strong business.
You’re a test of some lost positions.
How many angels can you shake on the head of a pen?
The divine does not take place.
A divine intervention in divine matters
is no longer possible.
Auroville is an ordinary citizen.
Auroville is not the center of a world happening/event.
Auroville is not the center of a divine event.
The Mother does not have pupils.
The Mother is dead and gone.
The Mother no longer cares.
Where would you put pedophiles on the list?
The Mother has no business with them.
Human unity would exclude them.
The Yoga doesn’t work on them.
Throw them away they’re useless.
Are we counting now?
Millions we’ve just thrown away.
Terrible genocide.
How many would you want dead?
You are the chosen people?
Take a pedophile and throw him away.
It’s his position the divine has chosen
to put human unity in Auroville’s eyes.
Just take a moment and figure that out.
Who doesn’t this touch?
It goes all over the city.
Now let’s blow up the city,
putting its own master plan against it.
Oh man that’s mean.
I’m not going to count Auroville
a city of human unity
or even a new civilization.
What a crown jewel for Indian achievement
showcase tourism.
Never mind human unity,
this is what we want,
a Hindu national treasure.
Am I the only one seeing this?
Chop me to pieces, will yah?
I’m seein’ the Matrimandir
the Hindu temple of Indian tourism.
Never mind the city.
The stage is clever.
Imagine their rose,
their psychic being.
The sixth sense
is a survival guide.
Voice and vision,
which is also your voice and vision,
is a helicopter.
Can we see the ground floor?
I’m showin’ Auroville’s property
is in danger of being removed
and placed into national hands.
Do you read me over?
I’m seein’ from above
the little man land grab.
Come on confront the Auroville Foundation.
Is one of them the little man’s servitor?
Is this their agenda:
Auroville you national pride?
You want the Indian government out of Auroville,
believe me.
There’s no way to human unity through it.
Hear what I’m sayin’?
Someone with Auroville status could live here indefinitely,
is that so hard to believe?
Auroville can stand on its own two feet
if it grasps its plan:
produce Auroville
the city of human unity,
the cradle of the new man.
How far you from this?
Exactly.
Now you know how the wolves come in.
Have you heard me yet?
You get what I’m sayin’?
Don’t let the wolves come in.
You broke the principles.
You are a lasting sore spot for Auroville.
Order now
our loyalty to your pen?
Black
horrible creature
get out of here.
Luna
can stay,
your little doggy pal
Miss Rottweiler.
You think we wanna see you?
At least we agree on something:
she’s beautiful.
Oh my community,
how do I find you?
What do I do to be among you?
There has been years of counting my mistake.
I understand why you hate me.
I understand who I am
in society’s vision.
Can you please forgive me?
I am truly sorry,
really I am.
Did a five six thousand dollar alternate kitchen.
Auroville I’m baking for you.
You hear this on your brow.
Hear nothing.
Why on a credit
must we believe you?
My good people,
check out an hour
of my poems and videos
and tell me I’m a useless human being.
Unexpected woe from human beings
can be made right by them.
We bring good out of the chaos.
I am that light among you.
Luna
is a Rottweiler,
and yet she is so sweet
it would make you want to kiss her.
I did that,
hours and hours of daily attention.
She’s my puppy dog.
She’s wonderful ain’t she?
And there’s Nitish,
whom you know
from social media,
a bright boy in the Mother’s own handwriting.
He’s my boy,
my little boy.
Why we’re making it, come on.
Did you took Dr. Hug?
Not abused.
My army
give him service.
I see I’m freak
nobody touches.
I’m a strange man.
Find it gift to bring pa-rum pum pum pum.
[above line heard sung, tune “The Little Drummer Boy”]
I’m serious.
I write poetry.
I really do write poetry,
and I am a seer look and see.
Has it dawned on you yet
I am in more homes than me.
Pay attention.
Rottweiler newest function
here I am.
It’s very much a part of the movie.
The magic and special effects is part of it.
It is your choice whether to accept me or not.
[vision of a little Mexican boy with a military style, dark blue shirt on that had many fancy, silver buttons and medals all along the front of it]
I’m yours to choose.
Choose wisely.
I still can’t find Guanajuato
audition human unity upon itself,
but my fellow Americans,
look up.
I’m sorry baby dog,
I really put your teacher out there.
I am a fryin’ in the pan.
Anybody—
unbelievable.
Anyway,
here I go.
Here have an apple.
It’s made from immortality wine.
Come on inauguration,
he’ll inaugurate you.
That’s your interest in the United States;
I put a puppy there.
The effort to show human unity to itself
and his last words.
Imagination,
it happened
right now.
I don’t have unlimited land.
I don’t.
I’d just like to live on your street,
be an Auroville resident,
you know?
Give somethin’ good to Auroville clean—
you know I’m up here listenin’.
The Dali Rama bout,
Pierce Peterson,
would destroy neutral stars.
Get your act together,
you know?
Goin’ back to the 60s,
man good evening.
I have log
love Integral Yoga,
top design.
You ever seen anything like it?
I was there
give to friend
how do Yoga.
I gave you poetry.
Can’t you see it’s the yard?
Kill me huh?
Do your test:
I’m the left side of man;
punish me I’m wrong,
or remove your moral lens,
understand me in divine values,
and give me your friendship?
What does bow down in spirit mean
to the wretched?
Do you know what happened?
When you go to attack
who’s done evil in our midst,
you’ve trampled on the Yoga
and completely disregarded human unity.
Sure it’s hard
not to act like an ordinary citizen.
It doesn’t help though.
You see the world we live in?
How human unity is that?
It could be
you’re all here for that purpose:
a lighthouse
there you are for man.
A plan:
do the Yoga.
How else will you integrate the world
in all the wonder,
in all its triumph,
in all its terrifying abysses,
in all of its ugly feet,
in all of its harm?
I still love you,
and this evening,
I’m right here,
and I’m right here for you.
I’m as wormed about this as you are,
and you can see human unity
isn’t the deepest thing among us.
It’s surveillance stars.
That’s not the name of the Moon.
A heavenly body is in account for its object.
Can’t we have one idea the limit?
Andrew Person in the bubblemobile.
I am next of kin.
I don’t know how to get around this stumbling block:
what idea can carry the whole?
Take my ears off will yah?
One person in charge
the next street over.
I just can’t get any bigger than that.
Do you see the restitution?
I’m godawful sorry
I haven’t measured up.
We’re in a vortex you know.
I’d call it a dream but that name’s taken,
a stage but that name’s taken too.
We are not the whole McCoy.
Our symbol acts symbol Self.
Don’t get all wrapped up in it.
It’s a makeshift reality.
It’s a way station reality.
It’s not there we are.
It’s a way with words
to come out of this shell we’re in.
You hear me folks?
Block me will yah?
That’s the tune of the ages.
And here we stay
a little animal in a little world
unhinged upon itself.
Quote some great man to feel release,
and we think we’ve said it.
I make pre-court piled before the judges.
I hope you heard all that.
And I call it a dream—
a meaningful tale
that won’t let you rest
till you tell it right
in that corner over there too.
Did I please all the Gods?
It’s that center of the circle thing,
and I sure hate the fact it’s not me.
You hear what I’m sayin’?
I’ve been asked by the winner
to write the poem,
guided me,
my most complete inspiration.
Physically speaking
write the poem.
What shall I do,
ignore Sri Aurobindo?
I’ve been asked by the Mother to write the poem.
She’s behind all this.
She’s speaking for Auroville.
She’s the image behind it.
Now what do we do,
refuse Mother?
And here we go,
I’m in trouble.
I’ve spoken out against the government of India,
the people that bake the place,
and I’ve spoken to spoil their plans.
They will have my head.
You can’t speak up in a democracy
that wants total control of its citizenry.
You can’t speak up at all.
I’m the last to know
Sri Aurobindo won.
National politics failed.
Humanity prevails over India
and God the keeper of all.
Have I said it right?
No nation is above the others
in worth,
and humanity is great.
Need I say more?
I’m speaking out ahead of my time.
A thousand years may pass before you see this:
a world united in humanity,
grounded in the divine event we are.
Auroville’s there
to shine the light among the nations,
grounded in human unity.
That’s the story today:
Auroville comes together on itself
and plants human unity.
You gotta gun?
Auroville will you shoot me,
again?
This time I’m here as a proper speaker,
fulfilling my task to you.
Auroville will you shoot me?
I am so target.
Lose the target.
Come here please,
and be better
than people out to get me.
You can be my friend, can’t you?
8 boxes
of the ruling party of India
are comin’ for me,
8 boxes mean,
and I could certainly use the help.
I’m askin’ you please.
He has a very distinct whistle:
do the Yoga.
What was the age?
You will need…
Daddy,
what are you doing today?
I’m not doin’ the time spirit I’m doin’ the Yoga.
I could get so much better at it:
an uninterrupted inner concentration
that nothing on this Earth can stop, you know?
That’s my baked bread,
and here I go.
Alternative linings dressed to the poor the colors of the day
I future explained.
Alternative linings exposed
I future exposed.
That’s Auroville in government hands.
It’s right around the corner
I future explained.
You must hear me.
You simply must.
Dynamic winds for change
count Auroville.
Government forces gonna get out of town.
The Watchness,
that and
on him things are more easily spilt,
and the slow planet warden,
we will see
move them right out of Auroville,
that little man and his family.
Situational review:
above national seasons
you had this one.
They aren’t gonna film you here
government India.
Auroville you cast this yoke off.
I’ve educated myself,
and I’m gonna get myself
in the place I wanna be.
That’s progress.
You have to start pushing buttons.
The red one
push, push, push.
I am the Department of the Universe.
Rules by the house
I shotgun to you.
This is just to say I’m sorry.
Make I’m sorry
the whole load of this gun,
and Auroville,
I’ve got ears
right there in your smile,
and I’m yours,
me and my dogs too,
and there's Douglas,
and I would add Mithun
and my little grandson Nitish.
These prophecies to freedom.
Select a person in the prison to contain the fire.
The person in the prison will contain the fire.
This is open impact,
a location up under the Sun.
It’s open waters.
The effect this has on mankind
brings the fire down in everybody.
It’s operational.
It’s the squid.
We can count on him
to put his fingers on the very problem.
You’ve never seen this before
as a vehicle for mankind.
It slowly rises from the deeps,
spelling out its program,
the very problem in humanity,
the sinister relations ceased
and made whole by a product of Light.
Oh my God the harmony,
it breaths the Earth,
startling in its intensity.
We see it break on our shores as art now
right before your very eyes.
Protection bubble,
I’m afraid it’s not gonna let you do that.
You must the world to see.
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall.
Now you now you know what it feels like to break open your sleep.
Wham!
Now you know what it feels like to break open your bubble.
Break open your gulfs
and let the Light get down there
and bring us all to peace.
Hello from the Guardian.
We take it from there.
It’s what we’ve moved through the centuries to see,
what we’re doin’ here,
a rather embarrassing situation:
come out of happenstance
and don’t fall on your face.
Can we just stop a moment?
Shorn
maybe found somethin’:
a way out of the darkness.
What are ya’ll watchin’?
The maintenance board
[vision of the latter half
of three short verses of poetry
on a photo or video,
all justified right]
for the process of thought.
We can be seen.
When the suffering people were turned away,
that’s when we knew we had a problem.
Dr. J. D. Dillinger
could be
the pattern for ourselves:
the psychic being left and right.
Can you come here to stand the Light?
We couldn’t find the dosas this morning.
It’ll work believe me.
It’s been shown to me
the seed how important it is.
[vision of someone dressed in red getting out of a car on the passenger’s side,
the car stopped at a curb on a downtown New York street]
It’s up to us.
[vision of a director in shinny, silver clothes getting up out of a chair that is seen from behind, he turning around, grabbing his crouch with one hand and putting the other over his mouth, all as if to say oops]
I fire.
[vision of a still from my video “For Freedom”
of me kneeling down my head resting on a brick,
side view, although this isn’t in the actual video]
[vision of me sitting down at my desk,
working and completing my job]
Public tools.
Oh yeah?
A victory,
[both lines were at the bottom corner
of a visual field full of visions,
too many and too fast to capture]
and you just sit there and criticize.
Bingo.
I’m breakin’ in its mostly hard parts,
[vision of butchering a deer or cow with someone else,
it hanging from a tree branch,
and we’re sawing through its thick bones]
making prophet very clear.
The new civilization the cradle of the times
no power on this Earth can stop,
a divine nexus,
I’m here to proclaim that.
I ain’t that all.
I said it all.
[two preceding lines sung,
my voice, song “For Freedom,”
this being instructions for the video
we’re making for Nitish’s Youtube channel,
where to begin the song on the timeline]
This was the enhanced new digital library.
[vision of a photo in the new video,
it having the Ken Burns effect as well,
as I already have panning and zooming for the captions]
Auroville nexus,
all those obstacles,
my eyes on it.
I went from
a monster among you to divine seer.
Yeah I know,
I know;
I don’t know what to tell yah;
do you know
we do that everyone?:
no divine eyes see the world
oh ye of little faith.
I need to fix
tabernacle.
May I come in?
We see Nitish is on the phone.
We see supervisors.
How do we make this image clear?
You don’t think God cares.
You want to take the image from himself.
That’s not the video game.
We see divine supervisors
giving him clearance on the subject.
They ask,
powerfully in a boy’s mind:
let’s limit the program, will yah?
We have things to show you.
Get that media board out of your face,
and we’ll open up the world to you,
one take you by the hand at a time.
And they will hunt out God
and carry him along on the hunt.
Look what I don’t wanna do.
Alright here’s something
I will take my person
away from death to see.
I will help you
find this opera music,
put down death to see.
See what happens
you let me Auroville.
This is like fire.
This is electricity,
horses, I don’t know.
Take the sound off.
You have a pay by go guide,
a living tree.
What do I do with it?
It’s not of public interest.
You hear me?
Magical,
it broadcasts the sun.
I just sit here and read it.
It’s got lives in it.
It’ll tell you anything you need to know.
So much to hear.
I’m not fond of it
where poems are concerned.
It’s like a tunnel I have to go through.
It’s got me until the end.
Can you say it?
Let’s twist the words around I’m sorry,
can you meaning?
No, it’s not a broken muse.
I’m godawful sorry
for things.
I don’t know how to show this to you.
Do I take my hat off?
I think about you a lot,
where feeling meets life.
I don’t drag my wrong through my mind at every moment.
I think about how you feel.
I put myself in your shoes.
Remorse has this as a gun.
Repentance means these words
and a lifetime of service to humanity.
I gut feeling this.
I’m racked by your pain,
sit at my computer and cry
when I encounter it,
or in my mind’s eye when I rove around the world.
Your loss rents my breast,
the pain of the tortured child,
the destroyed city,
the puppy dog that’s lost its owner,
the man that’s done something wrong,
terribly hurt somebody.
I want to gather you all up in my arms
a power of God to heal,
but I have not God’s strength,
and I can only feel my inadequacies to help.
Let me tell you my strategy.
I have a world
in front of my face,
all these people I care for,
tend to when they’re sick,
encourage them when they’re down,
counsel them when they need,
cook for them when they’re hungry,
shop for them when they need things,
carry their dreams in my heart
to help give some interpretation.
I listen to them.
I hold their hands.
Half of them are dogs.
A puppy is to me a human child,
and I spend all day with one,
giving her that special attention,
and with a human child,
giving that concentrated care.
It’s how I take care of you.
When I look in their little eyes I see all the world.
Can you feel me here?
I am a servant of mankind.
I am my brother’s keeper,
and I love you so very much.
Have you heard me?
Forgiveness is a model
for the road to understanding.
It’s not something you do
like a magic out of thin air.
We know not yet the issue of our deeds.
We cannot see their fount.
We have a whole ride to do that,
a great big storybook to learn.
It takes inner searching
to a degree most are uncomfortable with.
Understanding comes that way,
in the middle of forgiveness.
Can we learn forgiveness?
Can we bring peace on earth?
Nithish begins with a dream where he’s told our house is in danger. Then, Mithun shares a long dream where our house was in danger and at first he fled, but then returned and faced the danger after asking himself, “What would Krishna do in this situation?”. Next, Donny shares a dream where he spoke out against hatred in front of a huge crowd in a stadium. He also shares a dream about Kali that took place in a spot where an actual Kali temple would be built later. After that Donny put all these dreams in perspective of an upcoming ‘art action’ our group is preparing to take and shares an additional dream he feels relates to this action.
photo by Jana
A podcast of practical demonstrations of dream interpretation given by a four-member dream group in India that has been together for many years. We show how to interpret dreams, using the same method mother nature uses in giving us our dreams: wider than the world, as flexible as a snake, as irrational as the path of the wind, as unorthodox as God on Earth, and as natural as the soul of things. Join us.
Donny starts off this episode with a further explanation of Supermind. Then, Douglas’ shares two dream’s featuring characters from Star Wars. After that Nithish relates a dream of a museum dedicated to him. After that, Donny offers a new interpretation to Mithun’s dream from the last podcast. Next, Mithun has a dream where he and his sister were confronted by goblins who trapped him in a television screen. Lastly, Donny shares a dream where he felt intense love and union with the Divine.
photo by Jana
A podcast of practical demonstrations of dream interpretation given by a four-member dream group in India that has been together for many years. We show how to interpret dreams, using the same method mother nature uses in giving us our dreams: wider than the world, as flexible as a snake, as irrational as the path of the wind, as unorthodox as God on Earth, and as natural as the soul of things. Join us.
Look at the Indus Valley.
They came here and planted it Themselves,
the Gods on Earth.
This is talking ship.
It saw Them mountain range.
Where we goin’?
Invictus.
It’s gonna take a long time just to get started.
Itching glass
now.
Come and say hi,
every wrong thing about India.
You got any stamps up here?
The ruling party wants to throne themselves,
like they’re in charge of Earth.
It’s in every land grab.
What’s happening?
That’s the truth—
want this uttered on Hindu lips.
Hey,
drown the BJP,
their own mess,
and they’re not
what the Gods intended.
Smell them?
They are not crystal clear drinking water.
Where would the Bhagavad Gita ride their behavior?
They go after people
without equanimity.
They hate and they slay.
What principles of yoga do they follow?
There’s the Self in my enemy;
I must respect him?
கொஞ்சம்
the spirit of the demonic man
in their heart.
Rage like asuras.
Where are they busy with the Self?
Universal brotherhood
and compassion,
you have not seen this in them.
I’ve seen this all over town
In their fields of notion.
Have you heard their laws?
They would bury people
in punishments made to make them suffer.
They have no understanding of law.
It’s not used as a weapon.
It’s to help you become better.
Look at their ganja initiative.
The underaged would suffer so
in environments that will make them worse.
Now let’s look at their civic duties.
Employment for youth,
better wages and a shorter workweek for all—
no more 12 hours days?
Let’s help our homeless, shall we?
take care of our old people,
give orphans the royal treatment,
and don’t leave anybody out in the cold?
Where are they taking the population?
bad, bad, blood, blood, [line heard sung by Neil Sedaka, song “Bad Blood”]
to the wrong thing in our hearts.
Let’s look in on ourselves
with cameras.
Surveillance all over the city.
Let’s watch each other mean.
The spirit of God has no business on Earth.
Control their lives and they’ll submit
to our little dictatorship.
As soon as it’s ready you’ll see.
We will get you.
Laid back Pondicherry,
we’ve got other plans for you:
a Hindu initiative.
Listen to the writing on the wall
BJP.
Peaceful Pondicherry
in God’s hands.
Direction:
let’s ramp it up,
the realization of God in everyone’s lives,
the flowering of everyone’s humanity.
No dogmas—
you are on the road to self-discovery.
You will reach down deep inside
and find your wherewithal with Earth,
and find your true self.
That’s where we’re goin’.
We have to start somewhere.
Let’s start standing up to the BJP.
This part of myself
I will turn towards the light.
Do you see the spirit?
You’re not pointing fingers
like some moral crusader.
Hey man that’s me,
and I’ve gotta respect myself,
whoever you are.
That’s the lesson plan.
That’s how we do it.
Douglas begins this episode with two dream fragments that relate to recent trip we took to nearby Auroville. Then, Donny talks a bit about our approach to dream interpretation before he recounts a dream that focuses on his relationship with God. Next, Mithun relates a dream about the death of his mother (his mother is still alive) to the loss of a music file he was working on. Lastly, Douglas revisits his dream and says a few words about how marijuana is a universal symbol in dreams for heightened awareness.
photo by Jana
A podcast of practical demonstrations of dream interpretation given by a four-member dream group in India that has been together for many years. We show how to interpret dreams, using the same method mother nature uses in giving us our dreams: wider than the world, as flexible as a snake, as irrational as the path of the wind, as unorthodox as God on Earth, and as natural as the soul of things. Join us.
I have something to show you.
Are you ripe for revolution?
Will I call Satprem's letter?
I will deduce the situation.
You haven't seen it yet.
You're not even looking at it.
You don't know there's a crisis:
will Auroville become or will it not?
All the Aurovillians will still be here
even if Auroville never becomes.
What does that mean?
Aurovillbe became a way-city
for India's population.
Do you see the writing on the wall?
How do I get this across?
I'd tell you in a poem.
It's "Above National Commitments".
It's time-consuming.
Here's somethin',
a product
of human unity at its corners,
and we rush in with "The Iconoclast".
Kind of makes you book smart, don't it?
You've read the Mother.
You've read Sri Aurobindo.
I give it the world,
apply those principles to life,
the number one vacancy.
Oh wow they fit here.
That brings us out into the open.
Is that big enough for you?
A poem by Donny Lee Duke
photo by Mithun
photo by Mithun
photo by Douglas
photo by Douglas
photo by Mithun
photo by Douglas
photos, videos, and music not attributed are by Donny, an all photos and videos except #16 and #17 were shot with a Vivo X60 Pro
The Iconoclast
She wants him.
She has to be insistent.
The project:
dinner serve you and you,
overcome
mortal.
We’ll see ‘im.
Daddy-O,
what is it?
[both above lines heard in Nitish’s voice]
Why do we maintain the system?
It’s everywhere.
You’ve got the title.
Somebody gave me the phone.
Wow, I swung the axe blade.
This is there.
[above line heard sung, my voice, from “The Freedom”]
Society
[vision of clicking my mouse on that word]
figures wrong.
A wolf in the henhouse
you put a pedophile around a child.
Chop it to pieces
divine vision on the subject.
Where do you put the Integral Yoga?
Where it works
a process of integration.
How would Nature handle this?
There are no artificial barriers
between people.
So what’s the story,
is that society’s truest moment,
whoever’s attracted to children cannot be around them?
Where does that bring us?
That kid’s gonna get molested.
It’s the nature of the program.
No subject’s been studied in school,
no desire’s been dealt with,
the child’s or the adult’s.
They’ve just been stuffed.
You’d have just no between them.
Where has this taken us?
And I’ll tell you again:
the number of children getting molested far exceed reported numbers.
Am I gettin’ through?
Where will a process of integration bring us?
We have to work this thing out.
The Mother has taken a pedophile
and done just that.
That’s what you’ve refused,
the issue of this in mankind
the Mother putting in the right place:
that pedophile doesn’t have sex with children.
They bring him around to himself,
and he is to them what they need,
and no one else on this Earth
can attend a kid like him.
You think I’m changin’ subjects.
Nitish is here beside me
among the dogs in bed.
He’s been caressed and brushed aside
to make room for the afternoon poem—
well not completely.
One whole side of me
thrills with his touch.
He’s cellphoning the world away,
and I keep him focused on us just enough
to write his own poems one day.
Now this is not out of my control.
It’s where you want me
if you knew how far this brings you:
human unity’s in the room.
Tried to send me away.
I can assure you
I’m not going anywhere.
You’re got more of an investment here.
Don’t do anything rash.
Have a meaningful experience.
I’ve got a season by now,
numbers enough to fill you up.
Now, how do you know
the right influence?
For the people on the whaling run,
fire and snow.
[both above lines heard sung, my voice, from “Ticket to Eureka”]
Now we can bring pink tablet.
The pink tablet was made for each other.
This is who the relationship stands on.
A psychic being circle,
a street open on the inside explained.
[vision of Nitish in the computer chair on the far left in the picture,
dogs present]
They know each other.
They know each other’s safety.
They know how to handle each other.
They can skip the small parts.
They are into each other’s tongues.
The boy is a talking diamond.
He really gets into speech,
from games to God,
to his hopes and fears and dreams.
They study one another.
They are on each other’s table,
with dogs to mitigate the life force.
It’s all on the table,
the world and God,
the whole universe of sound.
Are demons all on us?
Can you tell me again about the Supreme?
What does a God have to do with it?
I’m counting Supermind
because you said that’s where we’re goin’.
Am I gonna die?
I’ve been so afraid of death
and the end of the world.
You have no idea the cradle that boy has.
It’s all aglow.
We see its brightness.
How do you end it?
That boy grows up.
You wouldn’t kill the kid now
because this is a fitting
you’re not prepared to see.
What is a poet’s mouth?
A diamond in your community.
I’m giving him this smile.
Because it’s unfamiliar to you
don’t think I’ve lost the plot.
I’m a science of a listening ear,
holding down sleep so I can write it down.
What a production this is.
What intricacies of skill.
I’m a craftsman,
my apprentice this little boy,
and he will grow into that.
Destroy him, will yah?
Take the challenge of worth.
Are we really so strange to you?
Are we really that weird?
We are the battlement
of the new human being,
and we’ve been around a long time,
as long as there’ve been pairs in humanity.
You hear that?
We’re normal.
The psychic being is there to keep it clean.
Do you have psychic contact,
or are you just judgmental and sorry?
The psychic being,
do you feel it in here?
And he’s a little drummer boy,
an intimacy of God to behold.
Come,
partake our fruits.
It’s got the sorcery of God.
We’ll show you the world anew.
Talk to her nicely.
Give her more than getting.
I know you won’t believe her.
You’re stuck in worldviews.
Something has passed before your eyes today
that has the world heal on it.
Are you just gonna sit there and say no?
I don’t think the world will come between us.
We’ve got so much going for us/to show for it.
[phrases spoken simultaneously]
We’re good in the pan.
We mark trees with windows
and don’t tarnish them.
We’re alive on time.
Long live the king,
the new boy in town.
That’s Nitish.
A rose She’s giving me,
a new appointment.
That’s my rose.
That’s my wonderful little boy.
That’s my summer rain.
I will make crafts and cookies.
Oh wonderful
I just can’t wait
wouldn’t you say?
Harm's End 