The pettiness of the human state,
are you sure you’re there?
Where do we go in morning?
Great big memories draw back.
We wear Heaven in our sleeve.
Do you feel it there,
in that nameless thing behind holidays
that makes the jack-o-lantern smile,
the yuletide behind Christmas tree,
a sudden spell of evening,
and you’re all on the front porch
under an autumnal moon?

How old is the starry night?
And I stick out like a sore thumb—
the nostalgia for greater eves than these.
We climbed Heaven once
and carry those memories with us now.
Just look into a fire
your kinfolk all around
or those with whom you belong,
and it’s not primitive man you remember.
It’s something beyond Earth.
The cracklings announce it.
The sparks send it forth.
The warmth bids you glad tidings of great joy.

The tears sting in the eyes.
You’re on a sleigh bell
all wrapped up in warm clothes,
captured by Christmas carol
somewhere way back in childhood
to a time that never was
you could’ve sworn was there.

You drop the bucket now.
You don’t know where to begin
to find this sudden community
that has everybody wrapped in childhood,
and no one’s lone nor mean.
It’s perfect feelings among everybody
and bodies that harm no one,
and you belong,
and this registers on the skies,
is in everybody’s thoughts’ glow
the round of applause we have for each other.

Can you count this on earth?
It’s the meaning of community
we all long to
but can never find.
We remember each other you know
foldin’ space
in our time between lives.
It’s not a page curl.
It’s the substantiality of 12 o’clock noon,
and it’s where we find ourselves
after a fruitful journey of afterlife
to our sojourn in Heaven.
It lasts for a thousand years
in the stamp it puts on our lives
we tarry after now.

Beethoven,
I think his music is a struggle to bring us back,
a clash of forces
to carry hints of Heaven
on their wings.
I cannot count this to you
so that you feel it as I do
a substantiality out of thin air.

Oh as a soul nears birth
all along alarm
nobody can recount the soul anymore.
Heaven loses the light of day,
and we have to deal with memory now
that blocks Heaven with the world’s forms
but has us feeling after them
for the signs they missed,
the perfect form of things
beyond anything Earth can bear.
Look homeward angel indeed.
Look at Heaven now.

In the calm of the freedom that knows no bounds
and is forever free from danger
vision Heaven.
It’s done already.
Avid of the real’s single shock, *
you know Heaven.
Nobody’s words
can prepare you for this sight.
It’s perfection made whole.
Well might our star maker die there.
The path is gone.
It can’t be summed up in words,
but we lean towards it now
on hidden eves.

Heaven the rescuer,
the stillness of form
you inhabit,
marvel at,
cleans wounds.
There’s a mountaintop,
a change of consciousness
to meet Heaven,
enlightenment’s starward stair,
enlightenment’s being,
what you cannot touch now
lost in the vision of the world,
but it’s coming upon you my friend
in a sudden moment
star-baked.

Whole lifetimes move towards it.
Whole lifetimes put you there.
It’s right around the corner
for some of us,
this side of death.
Imagine the steep then
after dying to the body
and all those fields you know,
all those many crosses you had to bear.
You put on enlightenment after death
for Heaven’s gates.

See that journey now.
Death does not have to be the stair,
but august and few
can win enlightenment now.
It’s the inevitability of its certain coming,
the crown of lifetimes
here in the flesh,
that put you to it,
that helps you look beyond the world
and go for it.

You hear that speaker now.
I know it’s there.
I’m slowin’ down my life for it,
stilling the instruments,
but I can dance and shout and sing
at the exuberance of life,
when sudden moments come upon me.
This is not a static state,
and I can work as well as sing,
puttin’ everything behind me
and goin’ for enlightenment’s wings.

Wake up.
The path is in front of you.
Come along darlin’.
The path awaits.
You hear me now
standin’ in the door.
What’s the world left to take from me?
I’ve lost society.
I’m an outsider on the roads of time.
You think that has defeated me?
I have nothin’ to lose.
I still my mind now
and reach beyond the world.
You comin’?

Fire responds to it call,
and we change names.
I cannot call this name.
In the eves of the inner fire
the inner revolution will begin,
and we will all cleave to the inner fire
changing the nature of man.
It’s just a shot away.
[sing above line, heard sung, “Gimme Shelter” by the Rolling Stones]

Heaven’s fire
on the road to Damascus
and under the Bodhi Tree
will surround us all.
This is the new Earth.

You seen it there?
My God there are human fields of emergency outside:
Avasis, throw out all the angels.
Pink cloud
the guy wrote in his underwear.
He did not rise till 10 o’clock eh?
How old you?
A star’s worth.
We have to pull those pictures first thing in the morning,
and the Man says his worth.

Tell us your name
oh Heaven on earth.
A-Long-Ways-Off.
Look at me.
This is the millennia.
Prepare yourself man.
You will lose everything to begin,
and uh,
it’s not the end of the world.

I will throw this out with balloons.
The new Earth will come with great upheaval.
Bright ideas
will cleave the mind of men
and see us through.
I’m inoculating you now
with the memories,
with the good days,
with the strength to hold on,
with enlightenment’s golden wings,
and the millennia will bring more surprises,
and it will turn you inside out,
inside in.

This is the law of things.
Death to the old transformation brings.
Energetically
good idea
go for the quiet of enlightenment.
Start tonight.
In the darkness bring it—
a model for the new millennia,
say it right there.
With this strength
we’ll look I in the face
and change his name.
Wow,
a thousand years,
and we made it.

I’m a seed bearer
planting our survival.
I’m an idiot,
but I’m your idiot,
and I remember you.
Don’t you remember me
my golden playmate
on Heaven’s wings?

*a partial quote from a line in the epic poem Savitri by Sri Aurobindo