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.
This poem was posted on the private Facebook group Auroville International. If you have been following recent posts on this blog, I’ve chronicled how they’ve declined everything I’ve tried to post on that Facebook group, totaling nine posts. Now, do I erase all I’ve chronicled? No, I think this might be valuable to show what it means to be heard.
Many a short to a poem. They won’t do definition. They get Auroville working in its nitty-gritty. I’m a mountain boat. We’ve gotta come up with a freeway to blanket taxes. Are you on the hate side of reason? Does anybody get your goat? Would you like to see them punished?
I’m a round about can. You’re supposed to do this in your underwear. I’ll let them know they have my vote today, and I will drop all punishment lists and let them be there, on the star of human unity, and I will include them in the new human being. How can I ensure all this happens? I don’t require of them anything. I am just kind to them, whatever they’ve done, whoever they are.
If it’s really close to home, some dirt they’ve done, my gee that hurt I will tell them, but I’m not going to hate you in this conversation. I’m going to battle you with love. It’s my duty as an Aurovillian. Can’t you see the problem? Human unity cannot hate. It cannot exclude anyone from its acceptance speech, meaning you ignore no one, and all get your goodwill. Are we right on that?
That’s the holistic speaker. That’s how we bring human unity into the room and not just talk about it. You with me kids? I didn’t think so. I’m just teachin’ yah how to be human, and you refuse me. Are you still a mountain to my molehill?
Unconscious everybody take the city apart. It can’t stand from within. A foreign body of law then comes in and lords it over all of yah. Let’s get the goats out of the shed. She’s not gonna happen you have no more scapegoats. That’s a big horse you’re ridin’ Auroville, and you’ve achieved human unity.
What else is it but including everyone in the worth you give human being? You don’t have to take them to lunch. You don’t have to tie their shoe. You give them the time of day like you mean it. There’s nobody that gets excluded from this. Alright Aurovillian, measure up.
Now look behind you. I’m on your report card. I open to you a scientific altar ego, the scapegoat of the day where sexual sin meets the railroad tracks. Nailed on the Cross to suffer with Jesus I said this isn’t working. I can’t author you along. I can’t show you art. I can’t startle you with spiritual experience. World experience doesn’t impress you or the quality of my education Classical Greek and all that. Even that I’m a kind human being that cleans his own house and makes buttered bread for yah doesn’t move your feet. Tada! It’s a miracle my boy back this evenin’, and it wasn’t supposed to happen in a million years. That made me human to you.
Okay let’s go. We got so many who just need good faith to add to their humanity to make it work, or at least put try on the table. Come on let’s go brother, and let’s get goin’ sister. Made you human enough to look center stage, and that’s where we need to be blessed, oh people of Auroville.
That was an impossibility you threw away my opportunity that boy’s comin’ home. We’re going to do some work in other children’s bedrooms, and I’m just going one, one, one. Silly boys, eight girls, this tie your shoe. In the nominal, in the history of God, where will we hunch those things? I want you to lay down, and we’re gonna move through dream to spiritual experience. That’s my forte with kids, and I know how to do it, and I love it there. Not the shoes. A little open-minded— if I don’t touch a worry root, okay? Now let’s get God manifested on this Earth.
In and out cars, this one got longer hair. I’ll print the trailer one horse at a time. In the first poem, [link] the codpiece is about enlightenment. We need our system’s input, and we are too skeptical for God in our lives. The horse and pony show makes us system mean. We rob flowers, in all department stores. Terrible consequences for wood. We get ostracized and banished from society, and this is kingdom hall. We bleed and we say grace in the wrong movement. Can you discover this?
It chops us in half, with special counsel. You fool erase that paint. I have to rein it in. Crash on symbols. Let me monopolize ages of reason. That’s think tank in our purple yard. It’s expensive to have sex the behavior is wrong, and that is defined culturally, in sudden kingdoms. I’m a Mastodon that lost its way in heavy equipment. Society won’t forgive me for that, and it only knows the spell of society. Can you gauge that?
We pour out morality on our sleeve. We bury there all our common sense. Hallelujah I’m saved, says the Christian in the room, and society’s muffled because of that, as Christians enter the Legislature and take over government in halls of America. A thousand and one evils, they all blow up on society in a Christian yard. It helps itself to the wrong measure of man. We are so much more than behavior and bended miles.
We can’t see straight. We can’t even look. We’re confounded by time. They study us, all these wrong people in the room, the ones who think they know the right and have their hands on power. They wanna move us outta here, where we pinpoint the throes of man. You can’t lick this chocolate. It’s time on Earth is few. Everybody knows the dance, but no one knows the realization that we are loftier than our species, that we can make it right, one society at a time. This is certain gold.
We are all cattle and sheep, unwilling to find the destination of man. We think it’s a religious figure or an atheist’s technology that tries to play God. Can you character here, find the Sun? We revel in sweetness, then shoot it down with our guns. I don’t think we know what innocence is. It’s cropped out in school, and we lament the loss of innocence in children, and we stand there and rob it from them in the harmful environment of school, and we wanna make it harder, put them in there longer. Can you see this? This is the greatest fire on Earth, makes society a slave model and pits us against one another.
Have I reached the end of this talk on climate change? It’s not felled trees I’m talkin’ about or branded water, or the warmin’ skies. Can we get down to business and do the Earth? Can we see past our little lives? Can we see the bigger ship that man is and will become? How do you land down here? We have to get right with one another, and that’s our climate change. If we are going to get bigger than ourselves, we’d have to see importance in every man, woman, and child. No one is discounted. We come together on love, in every set of circumstances, unless we have to stop killin’ and people in the violent act. We have to be strong and swift for that. Then love finds us again healing lives.
This will give us breathin’ room to discover ourselves. Without this no one’s there, except the few who manage to escape society’s bellows. Where have I placed you? Where we need to go. Where we need to be. Can you refuse this? Most people will. Necessity will bring us to it in the eventful years ahead. I’m a blueprint magazine, and I have my windward sail, and you know I’m here.
I felt the wind blows. How to translate our lives a meaning shifting. You can’t ground it good. You can’t even spell it out. Where does it come from? Where is it going? It’s larger than space and time. We have our supernal roams. This give rise to these, the worlds, and we know you’re in there Mr. Nithish. It comes close to the bottom and close to the top, but a world is a beanpole. We stargaze there. We champion our own rounds. Oh come on come up.
How do you handle a hungry man? With patience and loving-kindness, unless you need to shoot ‘im, ‘cause he’s in our garden. I’ve just mentioned to you the problem. We don’t know when to quit. Our lives are in danger here, but defend ourselves means this: too much overkill. And what do you want? I’m sorry I’m backin’ off. Let’s make this count. We don’t have to be at the dinner table in the substance of our lives. We can be bigger than kin and they all wear my face. Humpy Dumpty sat on a wall.
But we’re relieved to find we are on our way, once we know how to get movin’. You there, will you just sit there and smile? The fear of death join our room. Can we back up this yard? We’ve got a whole lot to loud out, and it’s time we did not let the fear of death stop us. Who lands this creek? You’ve got to get up and get moving, knowing death is always there circling you and the lives of your loved ones. Accept death hell, we’re gonna learn to change it a long time in the future. Meanwhile, we don’t let it stop us from getting bigger than ourselves.
Oh my goodness wide movement. Morality will help you there, but it’s not the goal. We live and die: oh you’re bad temple will cook, because it’s not your religion anymore the church seat. Let’s gold bottom’s up. Where Douglas? We’ve reached stars, all over ourselves. We review the Sun, the gold I was speaking of. Can you hear it? It’s right there on the tail end of this poem. Let’s get busy with it, gettin’ the strength to see it. I give you links, the bread and butter. Let’s copy this on one another: I love you.
I want to be Rivendell to meet, not some pedophile sandbag. A lot of people meet me everyday. I’m countin’ the reaction when you’re encountered with pedophiles. I’m goin’ to school where I meet yah, and would you believe you could learn about the sky here? They stole it, people who let social stigma get in the way of their judgment. Did we just mention everybody? For awhile there, Jesus was not one of ‘em. Now he’d be right there judgin’ yah with everybody else, because he’s a Christian.
Do we have anything fat to look at? Can we get into a different defense cave? Social stigmas don’t have sting anymore. It’s not visible too seen. You think you know everything. What does this cost us? Would you believe the stars? You can’t go there. You can’t even run. It’s got yah by the balls. You’re not helpin’ anyone sexual sinners included.
Did we just mention social stigma? The heart of the disease. It camps us in the hatred of the sinner. It’s here we have social margins, places we cannot cross, the ultimate taboos of society, bigger than even eating your neighbor. Can you feel the hate down there? What riles you up more against the sinner? Where do you go with that? In the news.
I’d like to lesson faith, put Christ there on the table and examine him. Let’s start with Buddha. Do you see love? Hell even Krishna would say no in a pedophile open container. Muhammad would just deny that it ever be. I’m countin’ populations of this faith or another, that give us Godly love. The population says no, if we’re lookin’ in sexual drawers. Why is that? Godly love’s not among them.
Progress, we haven’t seen this yet to stop hate here. Have I come to a common denominator what eats the heart of man? And we can come further. We can see this thing. We can liken it to our lives. We can know it hurts us, to always have the scarlet letter we give people to wear. I’m talkin’ about every day, every hour, every minute, on this Earth, and multiply that times humanity.
Silent the Staffers are about this, the administrators of humanity, the ones who give us the news, the ones who sell religion, and the poet, and the playwright, and anybody who makes noise. A lot of people mention queers and transgenders and other fancy stuff, but they sure aren’t showin’ us the leaven of the rule to hate sexual sinners, very different from accept me I’m gay.
Did Jesus come to heal that? A powerful religious figure. Have we come that far, where we can recognize the sinner in the ones who are to us Gods? And the ones we recognize as Gods, they wear perfection you see, so they have authority, so they don’t blind us with true vision. We can’t take that light. Mother Mary was a saint, and Jesus never sinned. Can we get outta here? Out of wedlock has got us by the balls.
It damages us, makes us see right in lying about the Light. Muhammad never loved women and failed God there. Can we see this for the truth? I think someone would kill me if I said it, and word got around. Our religious bringers, even if they don’t know it, are tryin’ to heal humanity where their own lives are concerned.
Of religious hate, it can’t see this. Of religious hate, this is all over the place, and here it’s most prevalent and mean, most pronounced, and it’s there in your jury room, and it’s there in your heartbeats. What do we need to heal? Society, if we ever hope to help the Earth. Environmental change to a better Earth for all begins there. It’s our starward. It’s our hope. It’s where we meet each other.
Who do you revile the most? That’s the key ingredient of our change. It’s where we find each other on common ground. It’s where we pick apart humanity and find its managing flaws. It’s where we touch base with one another, and it stinks to high heaven. It’s beyond the pale. It’s what moves us to rape, murder, and war, because it’s our common denominator, LCD hate, the hatred we all share. Move that, touch that, and we all quiver.
Are you there yet? I’m roundin’ you out some. I’ve got a field to show. Hear my heartache? I am everywhere. I’m in your shoes now. Feel free to put your comments in the minus bar, is that what you say Eddie? Is that where you’re at? It’s where we draw morality today.
No one has ever seen these kinds of dosas before. They do your head in. I don’t think anybody listens to them. You know how you go with filter out when there’s too much on the page. How can anybody listen to the net? Alright this is a mirage, that’s all. He gets behind, really frustrated with his output. No matter what he does nobody listens. He’s really doing what we need to hear now. He’s just cast aside in his margins.
Lovin’ is the first terrain we build. Comin’ upon you now, everything we do to hear a voice. It’s not happenin’, is it? We can’t get loose. We can’t even get seen. You can be so lonely on social media. We’ve asked the media companies to chop us all to pieces. We red line our material online. “I like it,” says someone in charge. “It just doesn’t get out to the public. Should it?”
Should the sun come up tomorrow? Should everything be grand? Should we see the truth? I can’t holiday this. It’s essential reading. We have so many poems. A nurse on earth we come to you in glory-ride. You only see the smile, not the survival manual. Tear this up, will yah?
You don’t know how to behave when it comes to the equity of art. You spit on it, if it’s too early. You don’t see its business if that art goes all the way to God. You think he’s preaching to you. You’re atheist today. We’re a religious my God only. You don’t have room for all-encompassing God. You want some well-defined art that doesn’t blow your mind. You wanna sell it on eBay, whenever you need the money. I’m beyond your lists. I’m not just about God. I’m about your own divinity. Who deals with that? Can you see it?
It wouldn’t be how we’re hung today. We’re on the survival of the fittest machine. We can’t over ourselves. There’s just too much art out there to do the actual thing. Is that your hypotenuse? I’m square one the art project. Do you know what I’m sayin’? You just know your own story, and it’s so comfortable to talk about. Listen to me.
Well I’m no gift-shark. I have something good for you. It’s well arranged, like it’s stealin’ your heart. It’s got love on it. It will help you see the day in terms of man, the humanity we are. You love those papers? I can show you how.
We need to get down to this business of love. The 60s just sung about it. It was a nice tune, but we couldn’t put society together with it. We didn’t know how. A product of the 60s, I have the formula. I laid my childhood there. Why would it die away? Of course it’s continued. The 60s brought us somewhere. Here it is, the inevitability of love.
We know we all need it. It’s what makes us glow. It puts society right. It is the reason we’re here, to love. You doubt that? Go punch your dog. Tell your child they’re a worthless human being. Love is what makes the world go around, in our certain with each other. People needing people, that’s the inevitability. Barbra Streisand we will love them. She was ahead of her time. I hear her now the love she gave us all softness from. Now I’m past 30 I’ve got that under control. I love for the sake of love you know.
I love to do it every time I encounter you on set. What a minute, what do we do with the hateful people? Somewhere along the line love has failed them. Do you know what a half hour means? Give them that in your love voice, and they’ll come around, where you go to make an appointment with the high fidelity of love. It arranges things. It knows how to treat people. We all love it you see; we are all taken by it, when it’s directed at us. We can’t help ourselves. It’s love.
Come down to this moment. It’s there in the room with us, and it’s asking us to join it in the emergency room. Send it to me about three weeks before; let the Devil take tomorrow— somebody reading the Bhagavad Gita and only understanding the text. Found it for the first time in forbidden love. I thought it was to fulfill myself. Then I fell in love and saw what the other person meant. I became a child molester no longer. I loved in the fullness of that vision, the love of a child in its true form. I got bigger than my wants and needs. Love was all around me. I basked in it, and there is no reason to give it up. I will change the world with it in the legacy of poems.
Come with me now. Let’s get love on the table and bring this world around to itself. I’ll give you the electricity. You give me my voice. That’s an equal plan. Targets, I’ll sing right straight to yah. There’s somethin’ else. Watch it. Make sure you have permission to Rambo. Right now women are hyper-feeling about love. That’ll be best to put you’re threatened to have the suggestion right now of sex on the table. It doesn’t do good there in the love that lifts our kind. Can you get the hatred of men off the table? You hear what I’m sayin’? Let’s get that extra-special love that sees love as a vehicle of peace, the right way we treat people, the love we give free. Are you with me?
An app to watch this grow, that’s my likely puzzle. We need to found the Earth. It’s just been on our lists yet. We arose and that was that. Let’s get bigger than ourselves. Let’s outweigh the Earth: I love you brother, and sister, you mean so much to me. We do this. Yeah I’ve got some revealed, and we’re there kind behind it. Can we get that far? That’s our mandate.
No sore spot on this Earth will do without us. You haven’t outlived your computer until there are no sore spots on earth. I’m the least complicated feathers you bring everybody off. Ready? My flames have been lookin’ at it all the way you one time. [above line heard sung, by a rock group like of the 60s] You burn for this individual, nation or people. You burn the Earth for them, not with a power cord or a destruction module. You torch the Earth low I told you the numbers. You burn for them with love. Include the pack, it’ll be today the Palestinians get our love. Do it now.
Do it there, and stop killin’ everybody. For the sake of Gaza, open your arms. We’re with the Palestinians. Give to them here, Dr. Handshake, in the evaluation of the poem. We don’t bleed with Palestinians. We stand with them in love, with the Palestinians today. Let’s chose war of no violence. We blanket them with love, and we do that before they die.
What’s happening? You met on social media. Who turned out to hear? A trail of my own two cities, if you ever want a home in the field. I love the Israeli people too. And all the people were mad at me for what I’d done. The Israelis the heavy hand, all the solvin’ or even history, well theirs won’t even hold the Palestinians as people. I’m here to see that.
I don’t know where we get off. I compound a poem. I’ve become a political speaker, applyin’ love today. Will you cancel out my poem that way? Barbra Streisand do you hear me? We need to love these people too. That’s all I’m sayin’. In the history of genocide, we wouldn’t only look to Jews. I’m defendin’ them. No not actions, people. I’ve seen it on TV all my life, airplanes blown up, a lot of innocent people slaughtered, because Palestinians were trying to get Israel to unhook their humanity.
How do you end this war? Israelis have to love Jews. Israelis have to only love Jews. Wow we’ve arrived at that chosen people mandate. Get Jews off my land! It’ll blow your fucking mind, half an hour the vehicle of love is Israel. You love me Israel— put the Palestinians have a mandate for love. Why can’t we Jewish exceptionalism here? And you’ve got my love poem. It’s a Nobel Prize today love becomes the letter of the law. That’s where you put your business, oh you enterprising Jews. Can your love see that? Can your enterprise see that? It’s a war machine now. Everybody just ran up and started shootin’, even after the terrorists were killed. Is that Jewish exceptionalism?
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