I got soul, a flare, when the authorities are so big. We have dark roots. We’re not gonna terrorize anybody. This is the poem that tell you where it’s at, the soul we find in the machine. Can you stomach this long road? Reach for middle ground, and no soul will show for you. Life isn’t easy on my mark, get set, and my personal arraignment will show you the hallway and the entrance room. Exploding tigers, eh? Exploding entranceways. Exploding tests.
Your soul returns in a blissful way. [sing line] I can’t find my wife. I can’t help it. I’m just get lost in things. What’s the status on my boy? He tries to finish. One second, make me some time. I will operate on my parents. I will come right straight to you.
This is Dylan. You look like Jesus. What are you reading? I will be right there growin’ up. I will give you forms and things, all your books. No one pets me. I would love to guard against that.
The evolution of a single day, we minimize it, blocked by life’s stuff. We can’t see the carton in the room we hold evolutionary purpose. We split in two, just bang our heads against the wall, grab society by the horns and be pulled apart by it.
We are pulled apart by society, so many tin cans in the room. How do we detach from all this stuff? Bring society into the room keepin’ your knees in it, and you’re just gonna get lost in it. I have an opera beyond society, behind every little thing in the world. It’s where I eat lunch. You hear it in these stanzas.
Okay I’ve got a grow room, and the entanglements abide. You hear it every day. I’ve got a little boy named Nithish taken from me, and I complain about my poetry: reader get me more. And I’m worried about my dogs dyin’, the lack of respect I get from my landlord, and the soup I had lunch with yesterday. These are entanglements.
Auroville doesn’t need me, does it? And no one in Auroville will give me a sticker and put my name on their greeting card, at all. I remain isolated, and they publish my poem every week in their newspaper. I write poems there too. The yoga will not even give me the time of day, the yoga of human unity and life on earth growin’ oneness wings.
Okay what is soul purpose? Can an entanglement say that? I’m watchin’ evolution here. It’s sees me, but I think it’s turned the other way. I’m bummed out about my entanglement. These are vital moods the life force carries all day long. I can’t get rid of ‘em. It’s a spell from places deep.
Alright there’s a chester drawer, also from places deep. It’s the soul in the room, behind and apart from everything. Yes, yes sing to Auroville today a guiding light, write poems to the yoga, and hold that boy when I tell yah to, and let go of your status among men. I’m the soul detach worth, and I’ve got mountains of soul change ahead. You hear that music now.
It’s a blister on Easter. It’s hard to come about. It’s the soul detach on things, and you hear it now, and it feels good, doesn’t it? How do you cultivate this nigger? By puttin’ soul change ahead, recognizin’ your time of sleep guides towards that when you wake up from dream.
Don’t just stay in your room. Have you ever put your thoughts in another as they walk by? What thoughts are they havin’? And you’re tryin’ to wear their skin. You feel them there. And pick out some sore spot upon the Earth, and put your consciousness there like you can’t get bread too, and your children are dyin’, and you feel this with your tears. Can you get there?
You’re openin’ up soul in the room, and you keep doin’ it with everyone you meet, especially those close to you, and this is an inner job. They just know you’re sweet and kind and tryin’ to figure them out. You keep your hand on that lever, everybody won’t even know you’re doin’ it. You know how selfish people are. I don’t know if there are any returns on this. I haven’t gotten any yet. People don’t see it. They see themselves, and you’re givin’ them what they’re worth. That’s hard. Entanglement number four, fuck you.
Are we all here a hero’s worth? I think not. We’re just involved with ourselves, and we sum it up for loved ones, satellite I’s of our solar star. The soul change gets us to see our room differently. It’s a battleground in there to separate the wheat from the chaff, and you don’t let no one down.
You learn what’s expensive in your room and costs you your evolution, what’s expensive in there to hold you up every time. Can you see this notion? It’s a soul room, where peace on earth comes from in the larger sphere. Can you gauge this?
I’ve just given yah a formula for world change, and all you that know how, will you dance with me? It’s a formula you give your room that opens up the world to us. It doesn’t come in a tin can. Is that so hard to believe? You try to wear their skin thought today.
Open the door. You try to wear their thought today. Takin’ a bath belly up while we ride that tone, we really reach in our heads and get it done, findin’ the light in everybody and brinin’ evolution to the forefront detachin’ ourselves from all these cares gettin’ to the soul need of each one and bein’ big there. ¿Comprende?
Making’ the soul of sacrifice, can you pull a soul play in that room? It’s a shame you brought your brush, charmin’ hair Nithish. He’s not a pumpkin no more cause he’s got the credit card to bring you in lean with him, and he can’t say your name right. A child forgets his toys if they get lost, and should he perchance see you, they kid cashes in taking advantage, and you’re left swingin’ on a short rope. It’s okay he loves you. Just get away from him in thought and wrappin’ around him all the time. Let the soul take over. No problem connecting him to you there’s a soul range ahead. Capisce?
To the soul on earth need help, and you see the need, and you parachute in. I’m not tellin’ you to leave him alone. All's worth on him and he needs to see yours, before you run out of windows for him. A moment in my futile pen all's say. No one holds the true purpose of mankind. One major soul note I have given you at my own expense, and now I have to live with this. They had a nice chair there buddy. Learn to look though. Take pictures of him again it’s bright and shiny future says Earth must do.
I did yet the big big pen to help me find him. It’s just my name’s not on his notebook anymore, and what can you do with that? What’s that music? He really felt it, and he really wanted our hope back.
I’ve got a lot of folding chairs here, and they’re supposed to sit in ‘em, like in 24 hours, on a moment’s notice. I grab my dick and double click, and no one comes along (I’m murderin’ my pen), except a thoughtful read of you my good friend right now. Oh gosh gee I’m sorry, I can’t pull it out, the poem that says it all, and you do see me tryin’. You are the world to me. Oh, sing with me, sing for the year. Sing for the laughter, and sing for the tear. [sing two above lines turn of “Dream On”]
The slightest word crowd, you can really show the writing on the wall. A few minutes ago you had us to the tune of “Dream On”. If it doesn’t work out for you, dream on, but we don't doubt that boy woke up.
Have we always been human and universal Brahman? I killed 14 people. Frying that up, do I lose my humanity? Back to the recent times. Are people just badder than before? What can we say about humanity? You know I’m countin’ sheep.
We drag clothes wear. This is not our first costume. Where do we come from? Do we come from ugly, or do we come from good? Do we come from the chaos down under, spawns of hell that evolved to light?
We’ve been in the engines of the universe for a long time. Are we emerging, or was this a soul’s fall into matter’s plight, great heavens we wore and then lost it all in a sudden decision? Are we universal existence lost in individual chains goin’ through trapdoors all the time? How does our unity play? How deep does our unity go? Do we evolve together or separately?
You think the protozoa created us scientific doctor, and we emerged to man, no soul in the machine, no universal existence beforehand, no Brahman with his gun. The fish in the sea are our ancestors on high. We dream of being human again you idiot, where life meets the universe on every frustrate world.
Is this all there is pond? I can speak from my crash course in reality, and we have scales of being that rip us off and brighten our days and sometimes hold nothin’ with us in the great majority of cases. There’s the earthling man, the universe revolves around this?
I have more fields to show the origin of the universe wears. I’ve poked my head out of the sky and seen more than I can show. You don’t know what it means to look beyond and carry the glow of the universe like it’s your backyard. I’m a small man in Earth shoes bustin’ at the seams with immensity, and I can give you a ride home?
I ride these poems too, and I’m a bucket in the sand joinin’ reality with you. We have more roles to play, don’t you see? And even existence is not all we are, but let’s get down to Earth, shall we? We are not the demon’s room. We do not come from hell. Escape it is our price— a real punishment you don’t need to worry about all existence long. And we were not once Gods, and now we are men and women, but of Godhead we did wore.
We come from beyond the universe to inhabit these fields of clay. We are existence before existence in the planetary field ride. We are burning suns each and every one, to use the symbol that ignites the universe. We come from on high. We are principle actors in a principle game that has stars for robes.
I just spoke the alcoholic’s din bin, the wayward president his lair, the child molester in bed with a child, and the tax collector at your door. I can get muddy these or just be an ordinary house mum or field husband or kid in school dreamin’ of what will become of me.
Lift up your eyes sweetheart. There is more to come. There’s the Diamond in the room, and all your lives lead to that as in the making of a star, the crash and founding of a universe, and we can be there kids. We can be there in great lone moments of the direction at noon. We can see the sky, have great Earth thoughts that make us feel God inside and hurry this along folks. Yah hear me kids?
What is the reality of love? Also whisper. Facebook items, the key story homes. Nothing else taps it. I go through generations. Hear what was going on, my falsehood— I will stop him from going into silent night, silent ground.
But the graces of life protect me, and I look over it. I’m a field study. I’m an alpha nigger, higher than perfume. I get into cars, laptops and computers, and go the distance. I recharge my phone with the very ground of being.
I am so low I see high. Humility has me by the balls. I come upon sudden mastery. I’m not about to endanger your skies, and I have the formula for world change. We can’t brag about it. It’s hard on all of us. I just sit here and die in my tin can, and then all of a sudden I’m walkin’ the moon to its orbit. I have the sun in my eyes, and I don’t blink.
I know the power of the world. I am sure God’s there. I see Him on His rounds. I am commensurate with that on the top of myself at dawn. Nowhere in my being reaches that but there. It’s a knowledge I breathe that I can’t get out of, and I’m a little man doing little things as the day wears on. I don’t pride there.
I’m never alone. My inside is full of deity. You better be careful. I’m on the standin’ line of deity watchin’ the world, because I know They’re there. We need to open up and see this in each other. We are both stations of God, you and me reader. I die there sometimes the knowledge is so heavy, immense. I just stand and take it and come back to joy before long.
I know the knowledge that made the worlds, and it tears me apart, because the power does not come to me to change one single goddamn mind, to reach out and be seen, heard, to bring my child out of trouble, to even know the wind of the day. I am a barrel of monkeys to what it takes to perk up the world, and I have seen the world from God’s eyes, in a station beyond the universe right here intimate with man, a few glory-filled seconds, long enough to know the origin of all my lives, long enough to know that I am He, long enough to look up and see more.
You would not know what I’m talking about. It’s bigger than size and measure. It’s what the worlds was made. I can’t get away from that vision now. Oh how we but little grasp our day, little doings we try to put in big pots, but I know the pot you see. Can I study you the stars? They are wonderful in magic, are the Heavens we adore, but they do not bring us to God, and it’s God on Earth wore.
Can I tell you about history? Knock, knock, God is entering every room on the planet to happen here. This is inevitability rides the sun, and the years are carrying us there, one by one, evolution’s minutes wrote. Are you startled to see this? This is not a junk call. This is the hypotenuse of time, and high and lonely seers, we grasp this with our hands and spill the beans to you.
Are you sure you’re puttin’ me on hold? I have more to tell. I’m gettin’ down to bare bones now. I’m showing you creation’s ways, and I can see the world arise right in front of me. Awesome, ain’t it?
What do we do with it? We put it in its place. We don’t let it get away from us. We know that every day can work out the formula of impossibility and solve it. I’m referrin’ to us, where we love each other and why, and how do we make that love true? It’s the danger of the years, love’s high gamble in the face of certain death. We lose each other you see, and that just kills us. We hold our loved ones we hold death. How’s that for a keeper?
What brings the salvation before we cross that gap between love and death? A spiritual consciousness that’s bigger than us, and I’m sorry there’s no other remedy. Love hurts. Enlightenment’s wings unheed pain, and we do not suffer the pain of loss.
I’m there you see, in loss looking at the spiritual consciousness. I’ve put it on a time or two, short flashes that tell me know it’s there. It’s surety that rings it, sooner or later.
Now laugh at me, slap me, ignore me; I’m on ground-field Earth liftin’ up the sky. Shoot me; I’m a real thing, a genuine who done it, made the grass match the stars. Roll the planet down, and I’ll ride it like a speaker. Yah hear me kids?
This is what’s going on, and God opens His eyes. Tryin’ to interview Pitch Thought about his character, you gotta draw the line somewhere. Ode to the line, a good friend to you, I think your security blanket, and I’m a top down answer.
I had a momentary experience. It’s all written. I had a visionary experience of every local thing on Earth realizin’ dream to catch up with God, and you had just told me look bread. Oh, I didn’t realize it was me. Anyway, look bread.
Yawn as you snap them Gods. They wouldn’t know what to do with Themselves free. We see Them bound to our lives in cosmic grooves of fate. They are larger than time. They can’t get out of this. We are prisoners in Their room. They study us. They can’t seem to get us right. We’re a whirlwind in a thunderstorm, and They are stillness and delight, and They control themselves with might. The clash of Speakers we hear overhead, They’re around about us now.
We are cosmic poles in Their existence. Hear Them call our name. Hear Them be there for us to change our natures into man. If you don’t think you’re an animal look back now, where you meet nature in a click that eats up all of nature’s stores, and then you go to war. You’re a forest dweller in the nature of your desires. You can’t see past get up and go. The Gods are there on our tops, guiding us to better cages. They do not know the freedom of the Infinite. In a paradox of know, They stumble upon the Infinite and stretch it to tin cans.
The Gods they wore, the bright and start of old. They can’t seem to find the Infinite all their knowledge bore. They cut us in creeds of certain flesh. Religion bore that name. The Gods have bound us to this. They are a soliloquy on our tops, giving us lore. I can’t find this improving our lives. They are a reason against the Snake, but where they find you biting, They are blind to heal you. They just make you stop. They don’t know the deeper reasons of life’s coil.
They are not there you see here on life’s base encased in matter. They see us from afar up close. They do not understand the knot and waste. They live out Their lives in splendid heavens, traveling toward infinity, the kingdom of God, all righteousness and wrath. They sip with us awhile foundering on compassion. They are brave and strong and know not the poison of the fall. Evil is not on Their lists. It baffles Them and us. They chase it out of night. They battle it with Their spears and helmets on the patchwork of the universe.
We are Their hope and promise to principle evil and grab it by the horns, a victory for starry Earth. A seer in his wisdom has gift the Gods to us, else we would fall into the Void. This is not our fate, but we are beyond the Gods on our journey home. They are a regulation and a might to keep us from starring ourselves, to keep us from getting bigger than our lists, to keep us from operating on ourselves where They are concerned. They are both a help and a hindrance. We need Them. No we don’t. They help us get hold of ourselves. They keep us from going home.
We just changed fate and the world, without Their interference, where They languish on land. We’re here. They’re not. Beyond space and time we write our lists. The Gods can’t go there, unless they do as one of us. That’s a starry role, fraught with peril, fraught with mercy. This is an endeavor for the Gods only if They want to go beyond Their starry heaven. We don’t see Them do that none time soon. The Earth’s great spiritualization will see Them incarnate here. It’s a vehicle of Supermind.
The tallest bond, this is the engine we’ve all been waiting for. It’s bigger than the sky. It’s our next step above, beyond the Gods. These are our evolutionary springs and their destination. We have broke the bounds of the universe and come to universal cause. No cosmic God can figure this. This is a whole other ballgame. These are universal bonds the conditions of the universe find us in. They prefigure us to a certain stage. This is starry night, and the Gods are our guides the conditions of the universe impose. This is our starry prison.
A nursery rhyme is this. We live on high, who we are above the universe, our next prefigured destiny. The Gods are aware of this. They are not our goads there. They hinder us and move us in Their direction. This is a starry configuration we are lost in. Greater home is ours. Can you save the Gods? I wouldn’t even find you there. The Gods are cosmic hierarchies permanent in Their heavens, and They love it here, all-powerful Beings with worlds to play. We applaud Them and move on.
Can you see this? It’s what we’re doin’ on planet Earth. We will bring our higher selves here to inhabit bodies on physical Earth, our bodies, in evolution’s slow curve. Who we are on high will be who we are down below, the monumental change hidden in the size of Earth. We will get there, and existence will have its heaven right here. Will you notice this in your room? It’s starting on our tops now, and here I am showin’ it to yah in sudden starts. Greatness lies wait. Okay, global consciousness, and we’ve found our solution to the room, present Supermind.
These are the high stakes. We’re in the water now. Who we gonna tell? Come on kids let’s go. We have a world to feel. Keeps yah on your toes. This is the most important thing to hold onto to: challenge the window. We don’t beg each other’s fences. Here everybody that’s a whole Earth. The lesson in the window: through a big difference we see it all.
Bring in a new game. How was Earth made? It has a special core, the universal core. How do we evolve what do we evolve? We can hack other Minds. Clarity Grace is not just a name. It’s an power, one of a kind for Earth. Kings are not just patriots. They’re criminals in their own kind. We should put some cushions under the Earth. We just dream of a perfect life. [the above verse Nithish’s muse, my 12-year-old grandson, what he heard right where mine left off, ending this poem. He’s named his new Beagle puppy Clarity Grace.]
The universe has hit me, and we saw it happen the universe of Nithish, not quite done. You’ve gotta figure we’ve got a friend with some God, the cosmic hierarchies Mother and Sri Aurobindo. You’ve got to figure we’re in liaison with some God. It’s the mailman in a blue truck open to Supermind at every pole.
Master of a small craft, we inland seas. Our body is our Temple Mount, and we plus it with reality. We put it there to show. How expertly we ride that thing. We got it down. It knows us, bruises to our failings, and it won’t shut up, if we simply tell it to shut up. What’s goin’ on?
Is Spirit realm available? [This line Nithish’s muse, who’s laying beside me listening too] Why are we so tight in there? Why can’t we express ourselves? Well, this poem is about thank you. It works so well, and the browser still with the Lord. I think I’ve got your attention.
Not to the world, not to the process of the world, have I threatened a place among them, pedophiles of the world who molest children.
Have this money in the bank: notes on put them in evenings, the body’s troubles to put on its craft for the day. We cater to it. We don’t meet its needs. We stand around and tell it it don’t meet our needs. We are heavily damaged by it. I can’t do this. It’s in pain.
I hardly doubt that. You are not that. You are here to show you be had. The body is its own big business. It grasps us you see, spends us on its movements, makes us do its call. We can get around this. We can learn ourselves, have the body an ocean that expresses our Spirit. We don’t let it rule us, but we meet it on its boards in proper time, and is our heating that causes death? I’ll hear you later.
How do we spend it rightly? If you notice the whole damn world’s doin’ it: ah, and it’s president of you are safe. You were sleazy. You reach up and home lice. I talked to a talk show host. He’s when you fail.
And you think you’ve completed your list? The Lord figures you know nothing of dogs, field, and snow— infinancy. You knew why I was asking. You wanna know just like they are. The body’s its own mechanism. It has a lord sheep. It calls its own name. It can’t figure out itself, but it’s wonderfully aligned with the principle of its keep, and that is an ocean of soul.
It can climb mountains, earn God in every way. It can be aligned with the stars and become a God-moon. It can harbor divinity and last hundreds of years. It’s evolving into this type the human body. Even now there are whispers on its tops of this great change, and it can listen down below to an exceed itself.
We put it on today unawares of its capacity, ignorant of its morn, and we don’t know its origin and treat it like a deft machine. It can cast awake and throw illness from itself, do away with pain, and object to the roads of accident, and deformity and defect can be gotten rid of when we learn the ways of seed and follow the body’s own plan to begin with.
We can stretch it long through the days and make it hum and sing and field variety. It’s in our voice today. We don’t know how to keep it there so it becomes a living thing. Certainly soup helps. I’m welcome here— exercise talking. But do you know what? It’s all in the head, a directed attitude, a determined faith, a will applied pressure, on the body’s substance, on its lair, its locations of control, that brings us to this door. Inside that door is monumental change.
You don’t know the Blue Book, and I’m helpin’ you along, and I am very happy to. I am one of them: my manhood is Earth. Humanity this must be our star, a delivery to the very nature of Earth, bear with me, when we rise to Supermind, in that distant of our days. Glory to the world the Lord has come. [This and preceding line heard sung by a choir,tune “Joy to the World”] And matter reveals its hidden divinity.
Where do we find the door? Where do we go from here? Even in halls of self-control we are cramped by the body. It’s loud in there. Where do we release it to itself, and it answers nature rightly? Can it joy to itself? How high do I go to land this in the body? I’m just a moment’s sunlight. Do I always forego pleasure for your sake my Lord? Is it always so dry? Here we are in the well, and enlightenment’s satisfaction has not reached us. What do we do?
And it is here we must lift Earth. Can you believe sacrifice? It is transposed upon the world and becomes the day. One man’s sacrifice can still bring the dawn. I can get no tighter than that. I can hear no message clearer. It’s where I am, and it’s what you hear today. We make our body safe. We don’t harm the Earth with it, and we don’t harm our little ones with it, especially our little ones. That dog has boy eyes don’t you see, that cat little girl paws. Oh my sweet blue Earth, are you hearin’ me? Oh my smilin’ green Earth, listen please.
That’s the nature of reality, we stay the way for our children. We stay the way for love. We go the distance, and we go to God. Did you hear me Israel? Listen, I’m sure if you steal, it will turn our rooms into a disaster area. It will end up affecting us all.
How do you find machine? Oh goodness, far back. It’s got trailers on it. A beast slowly rise out of man, and he gets his fire goin’. He starts to tremble with the layout of things. She puts that in her pocket. All around there’s roar. It squeezes yah tightly. You just die all the time— someone taken from you again.
This is evil, however it happens. You can’t do away with it. It hurts you so. You just sit there and bleed and trust yourself. Industry is everywhere in small measure. You wrap it up, you’re little vision of yourself that gets you to protect yourself.
Do you see society bein’ formed? It lasted a whole lifetime, your rock the machine. It was about safety and hard work and gettin’ your stupid rituals down to practice. The group took over. You couldn’t bake bread. The individual hadn’t come so far. You had to make society’s bed. It didn’t let you sleep.
Where’s drums and spirituality? In the daily life of man. The Gods were a strange brood. You were not real to Them. You lifted up your voice, and they put you in the skins of man. You had too much animal on yah before that.
Can we dream of spiritual states? It happened upon a beanpole. This was not our outward yet. Society trudged along a warrior’s path. Let’s translate instinct into man. Survival became the main issue here. Let’s translate little groups into men. It was all fought out, this land is your land this land is mine. This occupied so much time. We were murderous, burying one another in our stone houses cold.
Women lit the fire. They got down with the children on their hands and knees and looked for grub. They escaped the network fight for the land. They wore clothes and urged men to pray. They did not have society’s lair. They did not rule the show. They were the influence of the feminine on man. It really shaped society. They gave it their all for a warm place for their children. We have stable homes because of it. We need society because of it.
When did marriage come down, as in you leave my wife alone? When did we give permission to rape? Did we organize government stopping murder? We haven’t even planted food yet in these early days. Writing is a thing of the Gods. We see it in sleep, and it takes so long to come down to our hand. My poem is long before that.
How do we rob each other? We just let each other be, and we kick the shit out of each other when the werewolf hits us. We grow up with ruckus all around us. The quality of life sucks. We don’t have vision yet. No one hasn’t seen that far. We don’t know our dreams are telling us things, and then we take them by the hand— a seer is born, and he’s there to break the rules.
He gets visions of good things that get spat on. He hasn’t woven status into the band yet. It comes and goes. He’s able to prevent a war with his vision. He can show them the way ahead. He practices art. These are things he sees. They are bright and shiny to his people. He gets wonder over them. He lifts his head up and sees God.
He wore a mask. He played with the boy some. He didn’t just sit there and explain the sky. He revealed Himself as God and that was it. It was not love divine love who prefigured there. Primitive man was bound and the stakes were high. They had to find out primitive man.
The epiphany of art gave us broad in our lives. It opened meditation’s room and stairwell’s stare. It gave us delight in ourselves, and it brought in the world for our favorite viewing. It structured society? No it did not. It rounded us some. It gave us eavesdropping eves on the lowdown. It sang in the firelight to a butler’s call. It ever brightened our room.
Can we see it today? Time has erased this memory, but where you find it, it reveals ourselves. Do you see it? It’s got more on it than paint. It’s got our lives on it in this very poem.
Society’s carve out isn’t finished yet. We have a long way to go. We have a thunder-swept road directly in front of us. This is society’s mandate to change. We’ve got to really change. It’s not gonna come easy. Everybody will resist it. It means changing your way of life. There’s no other way. We will die if we don’t.
Respect my poem. You don’t know it’s bringin’ you all the way to change. I’ve got the future in a handbag I write poems from, some aspects of it. It’s a piece of cake in no way, shape, or form. We have a blight of change. Everything about us will have to change except the basic modes of life.
We will structure society differently. We will not lie to ourselves anymore. We will do away with crime and punishment and love the prisoner as much as ourselves, but we will still rope him along. Society will be organized in little groups of sadhana relays, where dream has put us together. We will return to the inner life wholeheartedly, and we will share this with each other. We will stay with each other not as families, though we will love and respect our family kin. Our parents will be too young to raise us, most of the time. Society’s job will be raising kids, the spiritual order of the day. We will get down and dirty with spirituality. Children will be allowed to school their talent and scribe. They will not spend all day there, and they will like it there.
I think you can count us upon the roads now. We are not an overpopulated city. No one makes money anymore. We work for each other, and we work and we play to get this life down, to do it right— each one of us involved in that. We have sex with each other when we are young. Sex is a child’s play, a teenage growing into, a young adult getting out of. The mature adult, the one past thirty, will leave sex.
We don’t put each other in cars. Transportation is all arranged, and we are welcomed to go anywhere on the planet. A brighter world will see a smaller us. We got our numbers down. We are an epiphany of the stars, and we will all translate this in our rooms, going to Supermind, going to Earth’s destiny, the monumental change that will change us all from divine living on this Earth to living on a divine Earth. That’s the rank and file.
Can’t you see it? It’s there just look at it. It’s all around us now, the hope we survive, the longing that has made Earth, the beauty we’re going to be. Now get ready. The fire of change will be upon us soon.
To a notebook I will question this universe. I will go to my notebook. That’s for the prosperity of mankind. You don’t see it. You can’t. You can’t read long poems by the wrong sort of person your handicapped say.
Now is this an idle mirage? Freedom for the individual in the very arms of society, that’s what I’m writing today; that’s where I’m at today. It will come to pass. It’s already here, where God meets man. The price of sacrifice, I lay it on you.
Now let’s see this vision in its native room, where we belong today, givin’ it to town. I put everything in here, give it. It’s all the whole wide world in vision. Of these questions, I pulled mine out overhead. I’m not a problem. I speak your menu. I’m right on top of it at my house. I’m just here with my child, parenting. Give this vision time to heal. Let it do what it’s supposed to do, show you you.
And anything like that means human.
No problem,
Lisa is fine.
Look out,
are you prepared to see a human dog?
What he told you:
Lisa is out and about;
her human hand
gave Mugu a lift.
This is extraordinary.
If we just
could accept this as true,
it would mean so much to us
magnificent.
Oh I get it.
We’ve brought humanity to bear,
and this has made it so much brighter.
This has raised its stakes.
We mean more because of this
monumental.
Well I’ll be damned.
Lisa’s got the world in her paws,
and she’s making it a safer place,
and she’s helping it survive.
Who would’ve thought of it?
Mugu
is A-okay.
She’s rescued him.
Can you believe it?
She’s rescued him,
and I’m happy now.
You’re good to go
Mugu.
You’re safe now.
Your journey up has begun.
You’re on your way.
The world’s a deeper place because of this.
This is computer heaven.
This is wonderful news.
We will celebrate this
as a milestone
when we are ourselves again
together on high,
as nothing goes unnoticed,
and what happens between two people can save the world.
I’ve recorded this.
Wait and see.
Oh my God it’s real.
It’s really real.
It makes you dizzy
just to think about it.
Can you grasp this?
She’s wonderful.
She’s there.
She’s a human dog,
and she’s got Mugu safe and sound.
How incredible is that?
Let’s see her come in
and show me where she’s at,
so I can love on her,
and we don’t
traffic our problems.
Lisa’s on the case
right here at the house.
She’s our guard dog,
so human she can help us with our human problems.
On our side
we have so much love and hope.
You don’t understand what hope means.
It’s what gets us through.
Reset boundaries
to enlightenment
and reset myself there.
That’s comin’ up the road.
Are we ready children?
We can almost see it now.
It’s right there in front of us,
and how wonderful is that?
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.
You don’t write your name because you like it.
You write your name because your name.
He slowly started talking.
He does it, constitutes show up,
and then he just grab bags them.
They’re comin’.
This is principle player.
You’re talkin’ about everything.
Expect a long, drawn out pause before they come.
This is huge.
Will I get kicked off the team?
Almost but you bring us there,
to the startling conclusion of love,
and continue.
A change in life’s habits,
in life’s valleys,
we have a little stand it moving in.
Let’s eliminate fish.
This is a full blown boy.
He’s sharin’ a room with me,
and we share a bed together,
at least once a week,
and we go bathe together.
This since he was three.
He’ll be 11 next month.
We’ve grown up together.
I’ve learned how to handle children
in my bedroom,
so they don’t freeze,
and I’ve grown up right alongside him.
I know he’s worthy of the attention
God gives.
The divine his here,
the principle keeper in the room.
You think I’m joking?
Hear all this poetry.
If that’s not proof enough,
then read it.
You hear him here while I write it?
I mean the little boy.
We go round and round about the sound down when I write,
or he’s in my arms as I write,
writing softly,
except when I’m in bed riding sleep,
alone with my poetry myself
not bothered by boy.
He’s the sourcebook for the poetry,
for years.
This is a challenge record,
and I’ve lived up to the challenge,
and I’ll live up to it again tomorrow night too.
We share life together,
and we’re in that form of union
where two halves make a whole.
It’s led to so much creativity.
I am the background of his thoughts.
He’s the background of my letters to the world.
We spur together
world union.
This is high noon.
He is not one dimensional.
He can hold the world
on his tongue.
He can see enlightenment coming next.
He knows he’s the son of God,
and his dream explains the symbol.
Hagrid came to him in a dream and told him.
Told our Rottweiler Luna too
they were sons of God.
Harry Potter would be proud/shamed. [words spoken simultaneously]
No one has ever read those books.
No one’s ever understood those books.
Can we get at divine kids growing up?
How far is your divinity?
Nitish is learnin’ he’s got one,
he’s a divine being
in the making.
The dog Luna,
she puts on her human first,
which she did in the dream.
That’s her divinity.
Can I tell you stories
of what this boy and I mean together?
He’s here for a quickening
to get at that divine element in each of us.
I’m here to become normal.
I will perhaps
become a human being
that realizes spiritual enlightenment,
Wait and see.
What’s you do,
be the hero
with what you’ve confounded human?
I’m not talkin’ blister kids.
I take him for a ride
on the sunshine in his life.
I am so open with him
I give him my name.
I’m giving him my dream.
It’s a terrible dream.
All this poetry writing stuff
arrives to us from dreams.
It’s a dream maker’s query,
and it just won’t leave you alone.
You suffer for it.
You have to live up to its value.
It’s got God on it.
You can’t fool God.
That boy has some high shoes
he’s gotta grow into.
I’m teaching him muse,
showin’ him the ways of poetry,
and that begins at first with thought.
You hold the world a poet,
look deeply into symbol everything.
Representative,
wow, we go to town on that one.
A little boy is blind you say.
Now can you see the world?
It’s so beautiful
I just guess.
Oftentimes I’m lookin’,
and somethin’ in the world smiles
somethin’ more than the world at me.
I’m in the shadow of mystery because I’m in a kid’s glow.
The whole world speaks to me.
It’s around me all the time
I mean somehin’.
I spur with this.
I smile back at God with this.
Thank you rainbow.
Thank you thunderstorm.
I’m just a guest at a party
seein’ the world.
I have these deep feelins inside.
I can’t make them room.
I don’t know what they’re there for,
but they give me such a buzz.
I know why a dog barks.
It’s his smile
on the rest of things
no dog can see,
and my God I love to shout
that same mystery.
Kid bliss you call it.
You just don’t know.
Poor little,
stupid child:
you don’t think I know what you think of me?
I’m with a man you know.
He is my best man,
and I am his best man.
I’ll give you that number.
The wedding is us walking together
to the engineer of life.
What you doing,
sayin’ I don’t belong with him?
You got problems with reality?
Soon I’ll be old enough to drive
him to a destination.
Until we become a popular notion,
you would get in our way if you could.
I think this is paradise.
It’s so lovely inside.
You just hear about it and say “Oh no.”
Entertainment,
he’s the surprise
you thought you’d missed,
the window
that gave you room to breathe.
I—love—this—man.
That’s my destination,
the direction of the poet.
I’m just chicken soup,
and I rust in buckets for you?
Where were you the night I was born?
This man was there
at the hospital.
He’s the reason my parents met.
He’s been there all my life.
I surprised everybody
with his name
the first time I spoke.
I was so excited to see him.
I had baby pants then.
He's my shelter from the storm.
He’s my special friend.
He will always hold me
and wipe the world out of my eyes
when it has stung me.
I knew I had it,
enough patience with him to draw
his meaning on my page,
that little boy’s time.
The Gods have given us room.
The Gods have been there for us
when we’ve needed their handles.
It’s all in a days work
on the origins of the Gods,
on where they come from.
I am not ashamed of him.
See this ice cream and ticket place?
They got made a long time ago.
Remove the sexual abuse,
and a man and boy’s love will look like this.
It can get bigger all the time.
It can help save the world.
Are we wrong to do this?
Are we just full of each other?
You see the world in us,
don’t you?
If you’re too lazy to try yourself,
get someone to climb for you—
Leonardo da Vinci.
Oh, are we lookin’ at a pederast,
a young boy lover?
History will never answer the question.
It’s too biased against pedophiles.
I’m in deep water here.
Would Socrates condemn me?
I don’t think Alexander the Great would.
Who’s calling the shots?
Shut up.
Now that we’ve looked at an edifice of Western civilization,
let’s tear it down.
You’re jokers.
You simply cannot handle reality.
It enrages you.
They were seven days without food.
We interrupt this grocery store.
Are we close to a nuclear bomb?
We’re just showin’ yah the time bomb,
and let’s talk about the general pedophile.
He’s got this heart enemy,
against himself.
There’s no remedy.
He’s not gonna do it,
quit grabbin’ kids.
Let’s take our successful at it and give it to him.
Are we sure we’re successful?
The boy lover’s around because of you.
You are blind to sexual origins,
but it will never go out of style,
messin’ with your kid’s BB gun,
and he’s seven or eight
and can’t remember you did,
but there’s no blood and confusion.
The delusion’s on first.
The baby’s erection
is like major
guilty camera.
Your hand turned it on.
Do you want any milk?
I’ve been unpacking.
I snapped ‘im out of it.
You’re not gonna believe this.
The road handles there a long time.
I got this 10-year-old.
I started putting pressure on him.
Why did you do that?
Slightly effeminate his was,
quite possibly gay.
His ear in the refrigerator.
Good morning doctor.
Well high softy what’s you doin’?
I’m gonna determine this kid’s smile.
I’m waiting for you to tell me it was very representational
my hand on that gun
back in his early years.
We hear the non-pedophile speak.
Does he speak?
Not properly I’m a minority comin’ to you.
There are too many factors on their land,
and they’ve been told to shut up so many times.
They just deal with it.
I’m not gonna be able to do it,
say FM.
Imagination,
that’s your answer to everything.
You will imagine the worst of me.
I’m sorry,
but I don’t do that,
be a bastard to this kid.
Know what’s gone wrong.
I’ve played hide and seek
with put your milk on the camera.
Puts the milk on you.
Look at that little child—
don’t tell me anything about freedom.
You mine.
What did you want to separate from my good answer?
Your bad.
I’m not a bad boy.
You attack everything with sex.
There’s a couple of really poignant movies
we can look at you with.
Thambi,
we’re not going to rape your home
with deodorant.
We just want to know you’re not harmed.
Literally I’ll come here:
shopping window.
Which understanding do I buy?
So much space.
I’m not used to explosive articles talking back.
I’m not used to anything out of the ordinary.
I can time with you.
Just give me a second.
That’s how we build bridges.
We try.
I will sell you green.
That’s why you slipped on our paper.
You thought purple.
Smart hold
we have on one another.
It’s not to do us in.
Can you just let us breathe,
keep your armies out of this?
You want that boy to grow up unashamed of you.
You don’t want to be the violators of his life.
Almost got it,
we have a childhood together.
We’re on our way
to the room
where you keep us
in high standing.
You’re seein’ it now.
It’s our standing room.
Where is the kid’s everyone?
If you think I could answer you,
that’s what I have done.
We are children in my society:
whatever makes him safe,
as long as it doesn’t hurt his practice with life,
as long as it gives him the dignity to stand up
and say, “Leave me alone,”
as long as it’s not against the body’s love,
and that boy’s being cared for,
as long as it let’s us be ourselves
and doesn’t force us to comply
with normalcy,
as long as it’s not to suspicion
you apply the benefit of the doubt,
as long as it’s got us at heart,
our needs,
and Mr. Enforcer
is not just in control.
Remember what you said last night.
You wanted the world free.
Isn’t though,
we are?
I apologize.
I thought you was gonna be disappointed
you didn’t have to report,
you didn’t have to admit,
wrong action.
Here I’ll give this to yah:
your successor.
Everybody’s lookin’ for a divine moment.
Families they graft you to the tree
of you stay with us boy.
We’ve got to get down to our human
that brings us to divinity.
A group can do that,
if it’s not messin’ around with time.
It has a gilded purpose:
get down to that human divine.
We talk about it everywhere:
let’s get down to business, shall we?
Families just raise ships
that sail on society’s waters.
We need a larger society.
Little bitty intimate groups can do that,
research this in us
and bring it around to happen.
I belong to such a group.
So does Nitish.
We are four members human,
and we can go to six if you count dogs.
One’s on the other side.
We go all the way to society together,
on a podcast share our dreams.
The boy’s not the only thing behind me.
This group is my backbone.
One day it will be the larger ship
we sail society on,
these little groups soul arranged.
I don’t think you can put them together individually.
They form on their own,
as soul calls them,
all around time.
You know you have one
when you dream together
this ship is going somewhere.
It’s all about the inner process.
It’s an inner look
to see if it’s there.
It’s a sadhana circle/dream group.
The boy and me,
our relationship is in the context of that.
It’s chosen in awesomeness.
We shop in soul values.
You’ll know it when you see it:
its fruits,
its way with time.
I’m sorry I’ve explained beyond your poem.
I’m trying to get at being human,
and that’s the thing to do here,
arise.
You’ll fill me with smoke,
camouflage my words like it’s your purpose,
and try to remove me from view.
We have larger purpose,
and unorthodox does that
when the norm rejects our larger purpose.
Me and this boy love each other.
We are contributors to time.
We are not imposing on you
a rule to follow.
We just want to be accepted as the natural boundary we are.
Don’t strong arm us
to a bunch of nonsense.
Don’t cut off our heads
to satisfy yourselves
we need to be controlled.
I assure you
you do.
Human evolution is in danger in your hands.
You won’t allow for variation,
but could you let this one through?
Now go back to sleep.
I’ll call yah in the morning.
Can we communicate hate?
I am so in love with you
I’m doin’ all this explain.
Pardon me if I don’t see your divinity see.
The divine in man
is such a secret to unfold,
any way you look at it.
Come on.
19% I appreciate it.
No touch about it.
I didn’t deserve to die.
You kill most of us.
This small percentage you set free.
How did I arrive at this number?
A golden muse told me.
I’m the number that doesn’t hurt children.
Okay you ready for me?
I don’t think you know how many pedophiles there are.
It’s not openly admitted,
but there are more of us than meets the sky.
We are millions.
You want to know how to handle us.
Give us gatekeepers,
a spokesperson or two
on the pedophile's side but not a molesting pedophile.
Do I have the strength?
I’m your attitude:
don’t shut the hell up
until the world is saved!
You know those climate keepers do that,
but they’re not seein’ the problem:
we have to be human with one another.
We can’t treat anyone like dirt.
They get down and dirty.
Now let’s wipe pedophiles off your list
as the hate receptacle for mankind.
Molest that child!
And we hear your hate.
Dehumanize no one,
and humanity comes to each of us
as this spreads through society
the way we treat people.
An hour ago
you had dreams like you were full of shit.
What’s happenin’?
This is just dealing with his Belfast.
This is not a time measurement.
It makes it so much more pertinent
to what I’m showin’ you now.
Why would you think this is a confession?
I haven’t always been a good pedophile,
and I really feel that.
Now can we deal with today?
I can communicate for you
the utter necessity of having children
and keeping them safe and warm
from our energies.
You just baby children,
but that’s beside the point.
I’m not gonna put this out there
to be this little sheep begging for mercy.
You’d go wild.
And we’d kill you.
I’m going to be as big as time.
They had an apartment store.
They had an apartment.
We shine a light on everybody.
To your places everyone,
and here you’re accepting ours.
What texture is your vision?
Is it otherworldly?
Is it right there on the spot with everything?
Does it see layers?
Can it figure out God?
Do you see the reality behind reality,
see that in everything in reality?
If you only see yourself
standin’ on nothin’ but atomic molecules,
do you see anything else?
There is no beyond the universe,
nothing bigger than any conglomerate you believe in?
Do you see a beginning and an end
to the concept of forever?
Do you see the forces behind the universe
making it all happen?
Do you see yourself in that
a representative player in a chess game
with the ‘figure-it-all-out’?
Do you see meaninglessness as only existence?
Do you see the meaning of the stars?
Can you see any bigger than your little figure on earth
a humpback in immensity?
Can you see yourself in the microscope of time?
Can you see what you’re here for?
Can you see what you have to do?
Can you see the meaning of this poem?
Can you it see it plain and clear?
Can you see I’ve shown yourself beyond time?
Can you see that’s your spot in evolution,
the journey beyond anything stars made,
the journey beyond the universal envelope we’re in?
Can you see that figure here
where you’re at,
a body on earth?
You see a lot, don’t you?
Wear Light
There is an honesty here I can’t seem to capture.
There’s guttural, bold-faced reality
we don’t know how to adapt
to our meaning lives,
to our ordered square one.
We’re faced with it everyday.
We negotiate.
We stand on our head.
We dance and sing.
We don’t know what to do about it,
make it so it works
where our lives face the world.
We just stand there and gaze at it,
not knowing what to do with it.
It’s just a great big mother fucker,
too much little in our lives,
a mountain highway
that falls from grace.
It’s a little bump in the road
that threatens existence.
Now I talk to you
about what we’re doin’ here.
Can we redeem chaos?
Can we take the barrel of the Void
and fill it with God’s wine?
Can we take God’s night
and make it show the world?
Can we be what we are in knowledge
to where we are beneath ourselves?
Can we be real man?
A little piece of God
has fallen into the light.
Will it ever see again
it is God?
I heard you on the stairway hum an old familiar tune [heard sung by Bob Ayala, "Silent Witness"]
with the yoga of the world where God has been,
and we’re reachin’ there, you know?
And I’m with yah buddy.
Abdicate in Light
I seem to see myself
apart from everything,
a whole world unto myself.
I’m inside myself
watching you out there
oh world events in time.
It’s special in here.
It’s got grand in it.
It’s incredibly vast
in the fingers of my see.
I can’t make of it
the right thing to you,
the all, the everything.
Can we call that for later show?
I’m a principle list
in the summation of my see,
and I grapple with you the same.
Equal integers
on this strange planet,
we broker a see.
Incredible, isn’t it?
Is that the only way to see stars?
Can we get out of this?
I’m holdin’ it tight
in everything I do.
Can you believe me?
Oh my God I believe you.
I really, really, do.
Hear me?
We broker a universe
in the substance of ourselves.
We are so down there, you know?
We broker a universe you know.
Get my wings,
and I’m free space,
and I give all that to you.
What’s wrong with this see?
I’m not there yet,
but I’m standin’ right beside you.
Okay I’m blind.
I think you said that.
That’s time’s worth.
Harm's End 