Did you know an Aurovillian won’t read this,
no matter what I do?
These are tough shares.
Talk about hang in the water
all in yoga.
My cousin slapped my mother.
It’s hard to believe
such anxiety.
Let me muscle you at,
heart poundin’ in my ears.

Let me say that again.
Oh boy, you wouldn’t believe it.
These are in heartbeats that you don’t know to measure
the light of the sun.
I wish I could come down to a heart in my living room
the Shambhala success magic.
I cannot spray this in numbers.
The heart central has to be the case.
It’s dog eat dog otherwise.

Where do I put this compartment?
In everything I do and breathe.
It can’t be left out.
You regard everyone
as potential shares.
You can’t stop evil among you
with the ball and chain.
You can’t just keep it from happening
with everybody’s suspicions.

You have to rise to the occasion
and also consider the bad man.
What does he need to do to change?
Can he do that among you?
Yeah, people
just want him gone.

There’s somethin’ I can’t get across over here.
If you wanna create Shambhala,
you have to envision his place among you
healed and changed.
Shambhala is the perfection of humanity
where Auroville is.
You have to rise above yourselves and do that.

You will not even listen to the change.
You have closed your hearts and ears
to a peaceful man among you
who is poeting this change.
How can it leave out the community,
the bedrock of the change?

You know it would speak to it
drum rose people.
It would have the imprint of the divine
sounding poetry’s worth.
Terrible is it?

I come from another land.
I do not meet the world it’s a thing out there and I’m a thing in here. /
Those lines have been drawn,
and they are wiggly now.
I meet the world inside myself.
In the substance of my vision something is wrong.
The world is not a normal train ride,
and my thoughts don’t take me there.
I see the substance of vision
it’s all acres of That,
the substance of the show.
You wanna know the gist of it?
It comes to oneness.

Now bake my bread I’m normal,
nothing special to look at,
just another person to be around.
Now test my feet I’m normal.
I get angry laugh and cry.
I can give you an argument.
My difference is my hands on you.
I’m lookin’ at the One
starin’ back at me.

This is so real to my eyes
my hands collaborate this.
I am in your field of vision,
and my that hurts,
if I even make you feel bad.
I don’t wanna do that,
and this is strong stuff
to prevent me.

Are you an alien on that?
Have you reached the divine in vision?
Do you know how to heal the sick,
and they are not sick in body they are sick in hands,
and their actions hurt the world,
rob the community?
How many times we said
we needed that,
heal the community?

This is a frog suit.
I’m lifted out of the water until I cry.
I mean I have to come up and record lines.
Do you get the picture
back and forth?
I’m hearin’ these lines in inner vision
I’ve developed over a lifetime.
You hear the sauce now
all Sri Aurobindo’d,
the Mother’s guidance please.

Here’s the thing.
It changes consciousness.
The world grabs you in this.
You see signs everywhere.
You’re walkin’ hand in hand with the divine,
but that’s not the beauty of it.
It’s soundin’ bodies
way out in front of you
the substance of their mystery
crayola figures of That,
and it dawns on you
it’s peeling you through everything,
and will you get a load of that?
The invisible ties connects us.
Wow, I’ve just shored everything.