In the Arena of This World

feature image by Mithun

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I Share Children with Her

feature image by Donny

You give healing meat its substance.
You’re way out there,
right in the slot of truth.
I don’t think anyone understands this.
You’re a miracle:
nobody’s touched you;
all the help you get.
You really show people somethin’.
Most people don’t know it’s there.
They’re too based in ordinary.
Okay we climb mountains,
keep goin’,
just press on.
We’re goin’ somewhere.
I hoped you a-l-w-a-y-s thought me u-g-l-y,
you thought me friend. [this and above line heard sung in the voice of Don Williams to tune of "You're My Best Friend"]
Our best teacher,
we’re talkin’ soul.
Ladies and gentlemen,
Think Oil.
You hear soldier.
Oh man you don’t stink.
You’re chasin’ a good one.

Okay you got the preamble.
I would like soul need determine time.
I want to talk on the level of soul.
Where do we bring this out?
Is it evident anywhere?
How do we talk about soul?
Do we meet it with the divine?
Where’s it goin’?
Where’s it come from?
How long it’s been?
Does it explain us?
What is about soul that makes its process?
Does it rule time?
Where can it be found?
Is it perfect?
Can we touch it?
How does it find us?
Is that all there is?
How do you add it to the program?
Can we say it’s substance?
How big is it?
Does it search us?
What are its parameters?
Can we get at it?
Is it Black,
or would all colors fit its lifestyle?
Is it here among us?
When does it die?
Is it our only project?
How did it get here?
How do we communicate with it?
Does it know us
as the thing that does?
Is it our true nature?
Is this soul a concept or a divine?
And we go round and round.
The soul asks more questions than it answers,
but we can look at it.
Can you?

It’s here.
I think it’s from another planet.
It’s put us on.
That planet’s another sphere,
the reality behind reality.
We are its goalkeepers.
We fumble ourselves all the time.
We don’t know how to do it,
take soul and measure up.
It’s the substantial reality behind us.
It’s put itself here.
I think that’s phenomenal existence.

The soul is a dome
phenomenal existence fits inside.
It was here first.
I don’t think we cant touch it with our hands.
It’s not the reality we see.
It’s got our backing.
Where do individual souls fall in?
Let’s say they’re here.
This is not pepper spray.
You can help put ‘im on
that things might get hurt.
This is the ballpark.
Hello soul—
this is an individual flavor of existence.
It’s got cans on it.
They go through time.
That’s the flavors it carries around.
It’s expressing your life.
See the flavors?

All these tunes
express our life to us.
So many layers to the soul.
It’s a great big getaway.
There’s nothin’ else to it;
it’s the ground of its own being.
It represents us in time,
and we are representative figures
of this thing called soul.
We express it everyday,
and our body is its leeway.

A deformity,
an ugliness,
awful, isn’t it?
You’ve needed that to get along.
If you look at the world as a container,
that doesn’t fit.
All things are expressive of soul,
even the ugliness.
The world touches you there
like it’s probing you.
Awful, isn’ it?

Keep going.
This expresses you,
the dynamics of this life.
You’re carrying that with you
for an example set.
You have to learn from this example.
It’s so pressing,
and it’s so physical.
I think everybody knows I love little boys.
How ugly is that?

I am one case where the focus
bounced off the movie.
Sure enough he was.
I came to souls in the room.
They were everywhere.
Try fucking a soul.
They don’t want you to do that.
You don’t abuse a soul.
You just don’t.
It’s the basis of reality.
It’s got bigger than life.
There’s no abuse possible.

Are you expressing soul when you abuse somebody?
You’ve stopped doing it
a soul becomes visible.
We are all relating souls.
They transcend time.
You cannot harm them.
Violation is impossible.

Life is a field for the soul to work out deities.
The human soul is not divine.
It’s something more fundamental.
It’s the substance of deity.
We don’t hinder it
as it brings deity to the human room.
It’s expressive of deity.
It helps us put that on.
That’s our purpose here.

Can you see the soul bringing up life?
This is the arisal of everything.
The substance of soul has a field to play.
It’s putting on itself
in ever increasing rooms.
I don’t think you can touch bottom
of the soul’s play.
Can you imagine infinities within infinities within infinities?

And here we are in our room.
So much accompanies us,
so much to do.
Where do we go with this?
Towards the substance of soul.
We layer ourselves.
What has made it to the surface
is a little play in time,
this little portion of us
we so mistakenly confuse with us.
It has all of us behind.
My God the soul,
it’s there in the room
the container of existence.

Jerrycans of abuse,
I was the orphanage.
That’s our predicament here.
We’re bastard children
a mommy and a daddy have left behind.
We can’t see our divine parents.
Divine origins allude us.
We only know we’re here
getting spanked by time,
clusterfucked.

We don’t know how to stop abusing one another.
We just don’t know how to help one another.
This is a horrible place.
It’s a prison house.
It just sucks us,
and time’s got its finger up our ass.
Dry, lifeless orgasms
is where life meets us.
We are probed.
I say again we are probed.
Our greatest joy can turn to pain
in the happenstance of death
everywhere surprises us.
We are dangerous keepers.
We can’t trust anyone.

Real amateurish
your whole monstrous tirade.
No, and I like it,
but I’m waking up.
The policy of monsters
we are bring to ourselves.
Are you really waking up?
Jeremiah 19:9 the most monstrous of all.

Do you know what?
The city didn’t rush in to defend you.
I’m curios to know why it didn’t.
You’re a monster.
They are making names
to make sense of their city.
It’s purple passion
not heart attack.
I had a hate here with wine.
This is the poison we all drink,
to be to ourselves our city is good.

Now are you ready for Christmas?
And here comes the soul.
That’s what keeps us together,
keeps us from falling apart.
It’s music you hear on the radio
when the world had just caved in,
and you know that song's talking to you
everything’s gonna be okay.
It’s that sudden smile you get
from some perfect stranger,
and it’s like a kiss from Heaven
because the rain has come.
It’s your mommy’s warm hands
washing your tender parts
not wanting anything for herself,
and you are seven or eight.
It’s an ice cream truck
comin’ round the corner,
and you have just enough for a cone.
It’s the great big beautiful sun
shining down on you
like you mean somethin’.
It’s the breeze
wiping the sweat off your face,
and you have just run.
It’s the lovely afternoon
your family sang,
and you will never forget those moments.
It’s your father’s satisfied hands,
and you’re his little boy in them
wanting so to be like papa.
I’ve embroidered soul
where life keeps you,
and it’s good.
This is the backup plan.
This is our special moment.
This can ride the day
if we lean forward
and let the soul lead.

It’s all about soul,
the house of life.
I’m afraid
the depths you have to go to find that
are deeper than the world.
You hear that
these are possible inner journeys.
You go inside,
consciously, thoroughly,
until you reach soul.
Did you know you can find it?

A conscious arm
you fall into it.
I think unconsciously we arrive there often,
else we would die I’m afraid
cut off from soul.
We have to come up for air.
This world is a heavy dress.
We take it off
in moments sublime of dreamless sleep.
I bet you didn’t know that noon.

In raw material sleep
we can find the drop off point of matter
and soul dream
larger than time.
We have journeyed to the soul.
It’s not a substance material make.
It’s the first substance of Spirit,
and it’s got no bookends to it.
A receptacle of our Spirit open and true,
that’s the phenomenon of soul.
This is the causeway.
This brings us to Ourself.
This brings us to the divine meeting in the room.
May come some horses
with some contrary will.
Yeah exactly.
What is adequate?
Is that adequate
in the fatal moment,
in the fatal heartbeat here?
Soul expressive of deity,
that’s meaning
that has us all by the horns.
Cans.
Go ahead drive her,
drive her over.
Pay attention to people.
You want a soul
happen so matter of fact.

Now let’s come back.
We have to put on soul.
If you sat regular times…
Bruno!
You always have to watch out for Bruno.
He’ll take your underwear off.
You have to do a preacher’s build.
You check in
and withdraw.
You look out,
and the watch ends
on visible things.
You have to come together on soul.
You have to see beyond life.
There,
it has your hand.
Let it lead you now.

You have to get somewhere in life.
The soul is your regard.
It will take you to deity.
It will remove all obstacles.
It’s your great ship.
It’s the navigator.
It comes to you in dreams
and exercises the world
tonight,
and you can see things clearly.
We help it along
by being ourselves.
That’s Alpha Zero,
enlightenment stark.
This is its great evolution path,
and we are fingers of its evolution.

We do not abandon us,
and we help each other clearly
when we come together on soul.
There’s where the abuse stops.
There’s where we know our promise,
for it is the soul that leads us.
The soul we are,
the substance of ourselves
leading ourselves.

I’ve called on you tonight
to be the witness of soul.
It is bigger than leeway.
It is so much bigger than time.
It’s us in the ground of us.
No gap, no divide,
prevents it from helping us.
It’s here.
It is only blindness separates us from it,
and check it out in a poem.
You know I’ve opened your eyes.
Should end right there,
I’ve told you violence.
I just turned and turned around and saw the soul.

I Understand It

an illustration by Margaret C. Cook for a 1913 addition of Walt Whitman’s Leaves of Grass

A poem by Donny Lee Duke

He did.
He figured it out.
You haven’t seen it.
Oh my God no one has even read it.
What is your name?
A holistic reader.
There’s a lot of censorship
of the ideas that make the world.

The world ran out of culture.
It couldn’t see itself.
It didn’t care.
It couldn’t come up with itself.
It just stayed where it was.
It didn’t know where it was.
It had no means for improvement.
It was small and intimate.
It was huge and dim.
It didn’t know where to begin.
It’s stomped on itself.
It raced ahead.
It lagged behind.
It wore horns no one could grasp.
We sit here and stare at it today,
just confused by what we see.

This was self-taught,
how we reach out and touch the world.
It didn’t come in the papers.
It wasn’t on the Internet.
No course in university taught it.
No book could grasp the whole.
It wasn’t in speech.
You couldn’t find it anywhere.

Everybody was afraid of it.
They thought it would bite them.
How to reach out and touch the whole
came from inner experience.
It was deeper than the world.
It really tested your boundaries,
and you had no choice but to surrender to its process.
It had your very being at heart.
It schooled you,
showed the inside of everything.
You never saw it completely.
You just handled it with care.
It would eat you alive
if you affronted its mission.

You understood it was a Larger you.
You saw it dream
a nation of particulars.
It gave you vision,
spoke to you with the inner voice.
You held it close to you
and processed its thought
into the unknown.
Great the days lay
the seat-point of vision.
You just studied reality
absolved in yourself.

You had no way to communicate this to men,
wherever you came from.
No poem would read it,
no prose spell it out.
The visual arts could not express it,
no drama act it out,
no dance routine show it,
even in its living room.
It was beyond itself.

If you got life that need a poet,
I’m your subject right here.
Now go floss
with the rest of that form.
You’ve left something incomplete.
If I just listen,
I’d find it out numbers me.
I’ve encountered a different verse.

Its form is amplified by common speech.
There is the line.
Give me back my lunch;
I can do nothing with the way it works.
See there
you’ve been taken in.
Now tell me I’m a Great Lake I’m ready to play.
Now tell me I was murdered.
You know I just heard the news and wrote it down.
I’m a five star hotel,
and I’ve got the muse
in poetry form.
I mean inner voices speak.
It’s the divine muse of poetry.

How raw and off the cuff.
It has every name involved.
It won’t leave you alone.
Now say I’m silly
understanding prose.
All is said
to top off the mountain,
to be a governor unto itself,
to let you fly in the word.
How could that be?
I don’t think I got all freaked out about it
as grey mountain.
The poetry of redemption lands here,
the upper money.

I will just let you fuck me,
give in.
I’m about to be homeless.
That death I was telling you about,
they take my sky away from me.
The ground of silence eats me up.
I become a Silent Mind.
Realization proves my calling.
There’s nothing else
to realize:
we’re in love
with the whole thing,
each business and everybody.
We grok this.

It’s standin’ on your shoe.
Great the papers play
in the immediate seat of your room.
Welcome to the lost word.
That’s the sound of silence,
a preface to Enlightenment.

A shortcut,
I can write it down.
What else
can we do?
Headphones surround—
you’re hearin’ the interior music.
You’ve opened up that wide.
Wrap up some milk
left you some poetry.
This is your ticket.

For you it would be nice
right here:
the grinding of the dog.
I’m a farmer.
This is my business.
I keep business spoken.
Pinecones have left to a civilization.
What are you guys?
TikTok
describin’ the universe,
time of missed a keyframe
and causality.
Whether you want to or not,
the movie echo system.
You said what?
Reality in this page.
I’m gonna listen to yah.
Good mornin’.

I’ll loosen poetry I’ll listen.
Find that way offshore.
But Enlightenment seeks.
Ask her about the whole thing.
Did you tell ‘im you’ll take the horses,
make that your team?
Not that saying but keep
outside science,
and never cry wolf.
Read my full exposed.
My hands are tied.
Make me feel better.
Make me feel so much better.
We’re in this cut;
at least our voices aren’t.
He actually science.
Cosmopolitan
I understood it,
no doubt.
He’s right in front of me.
I could sing up here for hours.

I have everything I need to start the revolution.
I’m a purpose.
I want a bigger world.
You can keep me out as long as you can.
I’m not gonna die.
I’m gonna change consciousness.
Look me over.
I’m real.
I am so very real.
You can’t get around me.
It’s reality I’m showin’ you,
all holistically laid out.
You can dance all you want.
Reality’s not goin’ anywhere.
It’s on the way to you,
even if you don’t want it.

Reality’s comin’ for you.
Hold your head up high and embrace it.
A poem with your name on it Marginalian.
Poetry works
I can’t ignore.
She’s busy,
clean up what happened:
showed herself a calloused human being,
with no feelings at all
for the man everybody hates.

There is no Whole behind the whole—
she shows you what that does to you
when you believe that.
You don’t have to love everybody,
and you can pick and choose.
You don’t even have to treat them human.
Your ethics just come from ground zero,
and you make ‘em up on the spot.

Okay Riviera,
let’s see you explore your consciousness.
Can you do that?
Wow, have you blocked things.
You will not be happy with yourself
on the other side.
Maria Popova,
live up to your ideals,
and that intelligence of yours,
taking it
to some encounter on the inside
you see the whole,
you see it all means somethin’.
Put your finger on it,
and let us hear your own source material.

Has the jacket,
a lonely packet,
of quoting the right material.
That’s starfish.
It says more than what you want it to say.
Okay I’m outta here.
I have to let you everything,
be a work in progress
understand human.
I’m reminding myself
of what I’ve been taught.
You can have this.
It’s a seer’s wisdom.
Handle it with care.

They were talking about
y’all are choosing the apartment
you’re gonna let this seer in.
I’ve reached out to so many people
over the years.
A big no they wouldn’t even tell me,
usually.
They just read me and tossed me aside.
Put up his banner,
that’s where we go.
Who stole the cones?
You know it’s not coming.
You’re here for the Rachel Carson.
Write someone back.
You never had more powerful that was the end of the game.

Can I Apprentice You With Love?

a typical image found on channeling sites, source unknown

A poem by Donny Lee Duke

But in your routine,
what is the foundation of the whole thing?
It’s that the technology?
Can you point to God?
What’s happenin’
in your soul’s process with God?

Can you get your soul to speak?
Why always this:
you channel beings
of a particular order?
Can you grasp the inner voice,
hear that on the inside that your record?
Definitely more personal,
it’s got you at heart,
a wide variety of vision.
You’re hearin’ it now.

Now let me speak some
about capital.
You are not Nathaniel Hawthorne.
I hear no substance in your words.
Do you know the power of divine revelation?
It knocks you off your feet,
shakes you up,
makes you confront yourself,
and is really, really, poetic, you know?
No convulsions needed.

We can actually open a gateway
in people’s lives
to hope and possibility.
Wounded by something.
Now let’s go to the doctor,
and the young body
can open now.
Closed it,
closed it earlier,
channeling the soda pop.
I’m sorry,
that is not your next of kin.
I wouldn’t even call it divine.

I’m not gonna be used
by things that destroy
you just tell yourself.
Go get the basics
a little deep man:
we’ve whooped it up on stage.

The eve of creation—
you’ve hit the run around
with a big referral
to some starfish.
It’s got ears,
your soul buddy.
You have to ask it for help
fervently,
ardently.
Your soul rises to the surface
over many lifetimes.
I think you are where it speaks.
I offer you solace
in the form of understanding.
Come with me.

Stupid me,
I am not a perfected master,
not in Realization yet.
I’m sorry I sound so heavy,
so blow your tops off,
so glory in the hole.
I get in trouble
tryin’ to help.
People spit on me
the big bad outcast.
Oh have I sinned,
and so no one lets me speak.
Will you?

The stage the poem speaks of Tonight on Television.

I wrote this poem, or my muse did rather, which also serves to introduce the poem I’m currently disseminating, “Tonight on Television”, to a person who channels, Asil Toksal, after watching a video on YouTube where he channels, or says he’s channeling, the archangel Ariel. The video here. I watched the whole video and left this poem both as a comment after it and in an email sent to his site.

The Dream Company episode 16

photo of us by Jana, of space by NASA, ESA, CSA, STScI and Judy Schmidt, gimped by Donny

About which live squares
podcast,
a heavy metal band,
the systemized self,
incredibly romantic,
a space odyssey,
the pressure in the room,
the thing in the room.

How do they hit their faces?
Incredibly honest—
let’s just pull our pants down and show everybody, shall we?
Nobody’s discovered it yet.
It’s only a matter of time.
It’s comin’.
It’s on the way.

Everybody dreams,
whether you want to or not.
Interpret your dreams,
that’s how you learn how,
pullin’ your ears up to their podcast.
Tennis anyone?

Listen to episode 16

Midhun starts the episode with a vision where Donny was his ‘blue friend.’ Then Douglas’ shares a dream related to female genital mutilation. Next Nithish shares a dream where he had more contact with our deceased Rottweiler Lisa. Afterwards, Donny shares a dream where he experiences a powerful one-pointed aspiration for spiritual transformation. Lastly, Nithish shares a dream where he was Spider-Man.

Here are links Douglas said he’d include that give examples of our shared field of consciousness:

“Picking Up on the Stanly Cup”

“I Volunteer a Dream”

The Dream Company episode 15

photos by Donny

Listen to episode 15

First, Donny shares a dream where he’s in a factory run by a Mexican cartel and another long involved dream he feels related to two videos he recently made and posted on Nithish’s Youtube Channel. Then, Mithun shares a dream about a psychopath who wanted him to kill an old man. After that, Douglas has a dream where he was having lots of problems trying to board an airplane flight and another dream where the Dinobots couldn’t defeat a giant Decepticon. Lastly, Nithish shares a dream where he fights another version or clone of himself.

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.

The Dream Company episode 14

Listen to episode 14

Nithish begins with a dream where he was hit so hard in the stomach he woke up and sat up in bed. Then, Donny received a device like a nutcracker from a shaman like character that was to help with interpreting dreams. Next, Douglas shares a dream about his friend Dakshina who recently died. Lastly, Mithun shares a dream where Sadhguru was anally raping Sri Aurobindo which leads to some interesting discussion.

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.

The Dream Company episode 13

A selfie of the scapegoat, Donny

Listen to episode 13

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.

The Dream Company episode 12

(the video Donny’s dream is about)

Listen to episode 12

Nithish begins the episode with a dream where he forges Thor’s hammer from the energy from two stars. Then he shares a second dream where he ignored the urge to meditate in a lucid dream, because he was afraid of being harassed by evil nuns. After that, Douglas shares a dream where he went to a pizzeria with Donald Trump and played a game of pool. Next, Donny recounts a dream that he feels shows how Nithish comes across in a video he made and posted on Nithish’s Youtube Channel. Lastly, Midhun shares a dream where he encountered a giant eye.

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.

The Dream Company episode 8

Episode 8

We start off the episode by trying to clarify what we mean by the terms ‘supramental’ and ‘supermind’, which come up frequently in the podcast and is the ultimate goal of Sri Aurobindo’s yoga. Then, we talk about the role of dreams in our lives and how we use the system of Sri Aurobindo and the Mother to interpret dreams. 

 After that we get into sharing dreams, and Douglas starts with a dream where he ate magic mushrooms and actually experienced a change in consciousness in the dream. Then, Douglas shares a second dream where pro golfer Zach Johnson almost holes a great shot to the green and he relates that to how he negotiated the previous day. Next, Donny shares a lucid dream that shows unconscious love he feels for his adopted son. Then it’s Nithish’s turn and he relates how he saw a ghost or ‘bad spirit’ at his school while he was awake and afterwards, shares a dream about our cat Jacki. Lastly, Mithun shares a lucid dream that seems to be urging him to stay on the path of celibacy.

Then, before we sign off, we discuss the different sources of dream content and that they come from something much more conscious than our waking selves.

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.