Upholder of consciousness,
can I call you a name?
You just got laid off,
and you’ll get laid off again,
and there’s nothin’ to get ready for tomorrow.
You’re not a big man on campus yet.
You’re an embarrassing little thing,
and no one will hear you sing.
This is not standin’ in the air.
This is not wide enough silly in the air.
You’ve got tall trees growin’,
and you’ve reached the limit of your room.
Things get bigger.
They envelope in consciousness.

Wow I believed you this time.
I thought somethin’ was gonna happen.
I don’t even worry about the fish,
the fallout from this.
Nobody understands my shores.
Take ‘im away Bob.
The irony in all this,
and I have the light that shines on Earth.
Foiled again
at the book nodes.

Where’s my superman,
my help you with it?
I’m not just a fly on a coffee table.
I’ve actually seen what I saw.
Answer your question:
your art and poetry put out,
look what’s happened.
Nobody wants to see you.
They’re all put out,
and they’re hungry

from guess room again.
How can you say such things you measly little piece of paper?
And we shut you down.
You are not making us mediocre;
we are.

Now let’s ride to the end of this chapter.
You won’t get it,
and I will stand by your work.
You’ve got a major 2 o’clock comin’.
It’s in your show/window now.
[two above words heard spoken simultaneously]
Don’t sit just there read somethin’.

He hadn’t looked around.
He was not just a horse in time
courting sincerity.
He grafted you upon the tree of life
where you mattered and held count.
One,
they don’t know
you play ball with God and life and time,
and second,
they don’t know there’s more than what they’ve got.
This played with you,
and it didn’t mean anything
a thing you did,
and you were not big in that boy’s eyes
as you saw him lookin’ at yah.
You were not important to him,
as you saw him glow.
This bothered yah
and really made you think.
Listen to her,
listen to that boy in pain.
You alleviate it and he knows it,
and he can’t wake up to himself yet.
That’ll come soon enough.

Oh wonderful thing
hide in Their character,
hide on Their tongue.
To discover the hidden reasons of the Gods. [vision with the line of my own hand writing this in cursive on a sheet of paper]
To come down on student terms
and find out why They tick.
Why are They a decade ago,
never where man is right now?
They don’t know people like we do,
and They can’t gauge human life
in our exact location.
They are tall and kind,
but They propose to us things we can’t do.

They do not understand the human state.
They punish us for our condition,
and there’s a discrepancy between time and fate
that no amount of mercy can absolve.
We are lone here,
surrounded by Gods.
They know our every thought and deed,
climb your mind
like it’s Their jukebox,
but they don’t know how to understand you in the ways of sin.
They say no.
They don’t heal.
They do not integrate the mountain with the sea.
They meet each other and collide.

They are on our backs all the time
to ever showcase new lore,
to be an instrument for Them,
but they cannot reach us with the love we need
when we need it,
and they will let us go down
doing Their work.
They will take from us our most beloved
just to test us.
They will treat us like human souls not like breathing men.
They can’t be trusted.
They will always put Their work first.
In the quarries of the Gods
we labor under the breath of death,
and we don’t get out of it.
We don’t even see it.

We can’t know it’s there,
all the labor for the God,
least we separate our life from our sanity.
You can’t take a God’s force
bearin’ down on you,
a God’s thoughts.
They are too immortality for us.
They take on airs we cannot breathe.
They give us one commandment:
worship Them in time,
letting Them be the light of your life.
You cannot go astray from Them.
They will hound you in life’s deeps,
and you cannot stand against a God.
You can only pray.

Why am I telling you this?
The liberation from the Gods is our aim
in how we count human.
We don’t need Their scaffold
that stops us in midair,
that bullies us in time.
We don’t burn Their scaffold down.
We understand how inadequate it is.
We accept Their help
but go beyond it.
We go to the back of the plan,
what started all this universe and show,
a whole other order of being
testing limits for itself
where no limits are,
its growth by us
into the unimaginable of its see.

We are bringing this order down now
in the great upheaval of the Gods.
Can you fathom this change?
It’s a whole new way of doing things
that has harmony as its base
for righting wrong
and oneness as its lookout
for all it sees.
It does not shy away from one.
It incorporates all
into its grand plan.
It is the substance of itself
it’s planting into the universe.
It knows its great self by itself,
and it knows itself as all,
is not some cosmic God looking down
on the riddle of creation.

This way of doing things,
this Supermind,
knows by identity
and never strays from that.
It’s a Truth Consciousness.
It’s a vast Truth Consciousness,
the exact truth consciousness
ridin’ everything that is
behind its base.
It does not lie,
knows not error.
This is what we’re bringin’ down.
This is what we are.
It will change the world.
It’s what we need to see today.
It’s comin’.
It’s here,
and that’s the master plan.
It’s the truth of the universe
understandin’ time.

Look at it in the hours,
and you are in transformation,
God’s glow.
I show this to you now
with my head half in it.
I’m movin’ forward now
towards a completeness of my see,
towards supramental change
I see in my Lake,
the figure of Silent Mind
flagging me its approach.
I stumble and fall and can’t keep up,
and it’s an everyday pick me up,
but I can see it HD.

So I sing my songs
early morning vision brings,
so I can look out now
on what needs to be done.
You’re in my field today.
Hello,
are you there?
Auroville,
are you there?

The epicenter
of spiritual change,
modern life Auroville,
it can’t see itself.
It’s bigger than the sky no.
It grapples with human problems.
It grows its children
to grow nature in her room,
to be the normal round of human being.
It has high ideals
that are not in the hands of the city
in daily worth.
Impossible to describe,
the mounting towards a change in consciousness
that’s Auroville’s aim.
Human unity
will not field show.

Where is the city goin’?
Can you see ordinary
where Auroville meets its road?

No amount of spiritual-mongering can put it there,
the spiritual consciousness.
The gap between Auroville and her spiritual aims
throws Auroville out the window
as a city of spiritual change.
It’s a city of proud belief,
yoga tags,
conferences,
spiritual workshops,
sound gardens,
the green munchies.
These move the city along
a false bravado.
No spiritual revolution
seizes its day.

Can somebody tell me what we’re doin’
and why’s not the change?
We’re in plans with yesterday,
not the new planet
in the making now.
I ring this to you now.
Can you ring with me
and not vote me out?
What’s the plan?
It’s not the issues that divide us today.
Are you gonna help?

The drawback
for spiritual change
to say nothing.
We substance
where we change.
We tell you
in the manner befitting our service.
We tell you spiritual change,
how it’s happening
to us,
when we can tell it without spillin’ it,
the purpose of art and poetry
when you’re undergoing spiritual change.
You talk about it
the inner voice,
unprompted
by your decision making process.
You don’t let out a word,
otherwise.
Now it dawns on your community.

Got so many minions,
so black,
speakin’ in the voice of your word.
This is not a mere dictation.
It is a battle of the spiritual word.
Great variety sees that,
honed in
occasions.
We ride versatility to its source.
Okay I choir now.

Who inspires me but not the Gods?
The runner up
open to Supermind.
To see this distinction’s life and death
for the city.
Crucial for the city
to go beyond the Gods,
the strength of Overmind.
I explain to you now.
I explain to you how.
Lemmie guess,
you’re starlight?
The advent of Supermind
where Overmind opens to it,
you know this source,
the Mother and Sri Aurobindo,
their hills,
a few
that give us their glad tidings of wide birth.
Here we establish things,
put them in order.
On top of that
I show you a weapon master,
the rays of the Sun.

Insulated against it,
the Auroville that makes its bed,
that Auroville that goes international.
I have this title goin’ international,

The Writing on the Wall
Dummy’s Paradise.
You don’t know you’re Belushi’d out
a poet in Auroville
on comic stops.
It’s behavioral 9,
and it’s comin’ soon
to where you can see it
in Auroville’s front page.
It doesn’t suck they way they’re doin’ it either.
This latest poem is his Red Cross,
a fix it paper.
You know how it ends.
They’ve made their decision.
Just throw it out but keep the paper.
You too much for them,
and they Riviera the day.
Donny this looks terrible.
Thank you.

Finish the job.
I want a divine crossword puzzle.
You’ve got branches on it.
You’ve got the cookies stuff.
It’s delicious.
What do I do with the title?
Tell God to show up
a whole little ice cream.
We get our pieces together.
Larry Seidlitz,
empathy? identity?
Ah here,
declined.

Do you know what spirituality is?
To feel right at the zombies zone.
Donny draws the neach of us.
Speak a following a fluid law
and love from your mistakes.
It’s Auroville’s paper we need in Auroville’s hands,
true points of the consciousness of God.
Round house to an extraordinary boat on the sea,
we can lift the consciousness of God up to new heights
and stay there.
Can you count Auroville’s aim here,
her mission in words?

You climbed to the top of her mission with children.
I know;
it’s that background girl.
Nithisha not there.
He’s missing from action.
He reads his own music
a sad story,
and I’m mentionin’ firecrackers,
indo in human hearts.
How is the school?
You’re gonna help us out
then admire how beautiful it is.
This is his nanny,
Earthen Pull.

Now we met each other in consciousness.
I’m about the boy’s height,
and I’ve got a poem to show yah,
where we live,
talkin’ about consciousness one night
sharin’ pizza.
Open the door.
Watch how that decline button does things.
You miss the table with that.
You miss everything.
Can we call you Auroville International,
giver of gifts,
provider of boons?

You will delete me for this,
if I don’t hurry up.
I would like to stairway your mind.
Why is pretentious the first word that comes to mind?
How do you talk about facts
you know?
Hurry,
you gotta see this.
I have,
saw it with my own eyes
in just a seconds’ grab
up out the top of my head
to that nice familiar form
you know Yourself
perpetratin’ all these lives
without involvement in them,
like remains untouched
by the whole show.

Anyway I was up there.
Let’s go.
I am at the
period in this poem you hear me,
like really bold perfume
that talks about the important stuff.
Meanwhile on the ground I have reactions
and do my duties.
I don’t react half as much
as I used to.
I’m gettin’ round that.
Calmness is a commodity
that comes in long waves,
and then it goes out again.
I’m waitin’ for my boy to come home
so’s I can see it.
He’s safe and sound,
and that removes the ants
on my consciousness floor.
Children come first
in the scheme of things,
and I’m holdin’ mine
to safety.
Bear with me here.
You don’t know the half of it.

Okay now start your poem.
Can you leave me alone?
Come here mountain climber.
Okay do it,
behind the scenes you weren’t lookin’ for in her gala.
Where you goin’?
The party’s just gettin’ started.
Patience man patience.
You’re not gonna trip over wires.
Alright put your feet on.
We’re walkin’ to background love.
It’s an emergency.
Auroville’s dyin’
all over again.
It’s not the first time.
God gave her a bulletproof vest.
Bet you didn’t know that.
It doesn’t work sometimes,
as you can see now.
Roll a joint and pass the ammunition.
There’s a fight goin’ on in Auroville
over spiritual aim.
No worries,
many efforts
bless this mess.

And now you think I smoke pot.
It’s just a figure of speech
to unhand you.
It’s a flashpoint in Auroville,
and people don’t like it there.
The Mother said so
inflexibly no.
And you got her lists.
Not all of them work,
and she never got down to business
with the master plan.
I’ll tiny tiger this in myself,
somebody that listens to her quickly
in tales of the inner voice.
I don’t believe it’s me either,
but there you go.

My little boy was complainin’
the heaviness of the knowledge of God,
oh for example,
did you know daddy the world’s in pain?
He calls me grandpa.
I’m his spiritual teacher,
and he’s woken up to world pain,
bein’ yanked so hard by his own.
You got to know consciousness
as a spiritual aim.

Now let’s go to district 9
and give this poem some perspective
of the deepness of the knowledge of God.
He calls me master.
You know the relationship,
and they lesson there.
Wow, kangaroos,
and he really matures in that pouch.
That’s been keeping me here. [heard spoken in Nithish’s voice]
Gonna go soon,
back to daddy
and our spiritual endeavor,
the node of our relationship.
Where is it?
In that field of love.

Now the brass of Auroville
don’t stomach these waters.
You have to admit a little Reagan post.
Carrying a seditious act,
no I’m not.
You must be mistaken.
You must have me confused me with the wrong Donny.
The scaffoldin’,
it’s too much.
Find it on paper,
consciousness poem.

Huntin’ to see you again,
your big-eyed boy.
He lays in bed at night
sleepless worry,
and he can’t soothe himself.
Headaches and dizziness spell his day.
This is suffering.
Glued to him from the inner consciousness,
you manage to hold him
and speak into his mind
where his heart meets the road.
He knows you’re there.

I’m sorry sweetheart this is burnin’.
Warn title,
will you lie to me?
A terrible story
that come in the place of him?
Another body
than pain
he had to be aroused,
another program:
he loves the Mother.
She was something down
where you lost God.

You know what I mean:
you were born in my commitment.
Now I need yah to look up
and sound off the important test,
a poem in your stadium write
that helps us all to be feet
to the Mystery who cares,
balancin’ time on a rainbow,
the supramental transformation in children,
what is on your tops,
I kid you not,
waiting for Hollywood
to get with the lesson plan
and surpass Disney
there’s a child
in need of imagination.
Get it ate at the light
of the new world you’re figurin’
in the verse you’ve already written.
Hold on I’m comin’,
my sweet, beautiful boy.

Town’s end,
and miracle show up,
wonderful
ridin’ spiritual love.
Honestly,
this is brand new
eyes on God.

The above poem too was declined by the admin of the private Facebook group Auroville International. My muse wrote a short poem in response, suggesting what picture of go with it, “A picture of a rainbow,” before I even found that out, which I posted on their page and which will, no doubt, also be declined. Postscript: it was declined.

In Sudden Splendor Facin' Rainbows

No one has ever done this before.
I'm a threat to everybody's system of order.
I want a new world see,
and I want it to work,
and I want it to plan.
You delete that in Auroville,
too ordinary
to let the world happen there,
oh you bunch of men and women
blocking the Sun.
I'll tell everybody.
[a link I left to this post]

Auroville International

Auroville International (AVI) is a worldwide network aiming at the support of the development of Auroville in all its aspects. Founded in 1983 it is legally registered in the Netherlands, with a representation in 34 countries around the world – nine national centres, which are registered associations in their respective countries, and twenty-five liaisons, which may be smaller groups or single individuals.

It must be said that the Facebook group Auroville INDIA approved and posted this poem, as they have several others everyone else has declined.