The pettiness of the human state, are you sure you’re there? Where do we go in morning? Great big memories draw back. We wear Heaven in our sleeve. Do you feel it there, in that nameless thing behind holidays that makes the jack-o-lantern smile, the yuletide behind Christmas tree, a sudden spell of evening, and you’re all on the front porch under an autumnal moon?
How old is the starry night? And I stick out like a sore thumb— the nostalgia for greater eves than these. We climbed Heaven once and carry those memories with us now. Just look into a fire your kinfolk all around or those with whom you belong, and it’s not primitive man you remember. It’s something beyond Earth. The cracklings announce it. The sparks send it forth. The warmth bids you glad tidings of great joy.
The tears sting in the eyes. You’re on a sleigh bell all wrapped up in warm clothes, captured by Christmas carol somewhere way back in childhood to a time that never was you could’ve sworn was there.
You drop the bucket now. You don’t know where to begin to find this sudden community that has everybody wrapped in childhood, and no one’s lone nor mean. It’s perfect feelings among everybody and bodies that harm no one, and you belong, and this registers on the skies, is in everybody’s thoughts’ glow the round of applause we have for each other.
Can you count this on earth? It’s the meaning of community we all long to but can never find. We remember each other you know foldin’ space in our time between lives. It’s not a page curl. It’s the substantiality of 12 o’clock noon, and it’s where we find ourselves after a fruitful journey of afterlife to our sojourn in Heaven. It lasts for a thousand years in the stamp it puts on our lives we tarry after now.
Beethoven, I think his music is a struggle to bring us back, a clash of forces to carry hints of Heaven on their wings. I cannot count this to you so that you feel it as I do a substantiality out of thin air.
Oh as a soul nears birth all along alarm nobody can recount the soul anymore. Heaven loses the light of day, and we have to deal with memory now that blocks Heaven with the world’s forms but has us feeling after them for the signs they missed, the perfect form of things beyond anything Earth can bear. Look homeward angel indeed. Look at Heaven now.
In the calm of the freedom that knows no bounds and is forever free from danger vision Heaven. It’s done already. Avid of the real’s single shock, * you know Heaven. Nobody’s words can prepare you for this sight. It’s perfection made whole. Well might our star maker die there. The path is gone. It can’t be summed up in words, but we lean towards it now on hidden eves.
Heaven the rescuer, the stillness of form you inhabit, marvel at, cleans wounds. There’s a mountaintop, a change of consciousness to meet Heaven, enlightenment’s starward stair, enlightenment’s being, what you cannot touch now lost in the vision of the world, but it’s coming upon you my friend in a sudden moment star-baked.
Whole lifetimes move towards it. Whole lifetimes put you there. It’s right around the corner for some of us, this side of death. Imagine the steep then after dying to the body and all those fields you know, all those many crosses you had to bear. You put on enlightenment after death for Heaven’s gates.
See that journey now. Death does not have to be the stair, but august and few can win enlightenment now. It’s the inevitability of its certain coming, the crown of lifetimes here in the flesh, that put you to it, that helps you look beyond the world and go for it.
You hear that speaker now. I know it’s there. I’m slowin’ down my life for it, stilling the instruments, but I can dance and shout and sing at the exuberance of life, when sudden moments come upon me. This is not a static state, and I can work as well as sing, puttin’ everything behind me and goin’ for enlightenment’s wings.
Wake up. The path is in front of you. Come along darlin’. The path awaits. You hear me now standin’ in the door. What’s the world left to take from me? I’ve lost society. I’m an outsider on the roads of time. You think that has defeated me? I have nothin’ to lose. I still my mind now and reach beyond the world. You comin’?
Fire responds to it call, and we change names. I cannot call this name. In the eves of the inner fire the inner revolution will begin, and we will all cleave to the inner fire changing the nature of man. It’s just a shot away. [sing above line, heard sung, “Gimme Shelter” by the Rolling Stones]
Heaven’s fire on the road to Damascus and under the Bodhi Tree will surround us all. This is the new Earth.
You seen it there? My God there are human fields of emergency outside: Avasis, throw out all the angels. Pink cloud the guy wrote in his underwear. He did not rise till 10 o’clock eh? How old you? A star’s worth. We have to pull those pictures first thing in the morning, and the Man says his worth.
Tell us your name oh Heaven on earth. A-Long-Ways-Off. Look at me. This is the millennia. Prepare yourself man. You will lose everything to begin, and uh, it’s not the end of the world.
I will throw this out with balloons. The new Earth will come with great upheaval. Bright ideas will cleave the mind of men and see us through. I’m inoculating you now with the memories, with the good days, with the strength to hold on, with enlightenment’s golden wings, and the millennia will bring more surprises, and it will turn you inside out, inside in.
This is the law of things. Death to the old transformation brings. Energetically good idea go for the quiet of enlightenment. Start tonight. In the darkness bring it— a model for the new millennia, say it right there. With this strength we’ll look I in the face and change his name. Wow, a thousand years, and we made it.
I’m a seed bearer planting our survival. I’m an idiot, but I’m your idiot, and I remember you. Don’t you remember me my golden playmate on Heaven’s wings?
*a partial quote from a line in the epic poem Savitri by Sri Aurobindo
My dog the bounding surf, Luna lovely tail in tow, she died you know. Now I crave God, who’s invisible to all get out, who’s behind everything but not here, who I can sense, smell and touch but not put my finger on.
Let me explain this rhapsody. The mountains bear Earth you see. From a long ways off wonder at their tops sublime, wonder at their feet. Now that’s God standing there the everything you see, touchable, feelable, palatable, real, but you can’t get to ‘im, can yah?
He’s a mystery to you. He can’t climb your dog and fill the presence in the room, be her bounding joy your heart eats and eats because she’s there the love of her master.
It’s just a little spot on the world that gives the world pedestals. It’s so far from God, so impossibly short. What do I cave-in to? What do I find, the presence of God in love when he is all around me that bounding joy, the leaves in the grass, the wind in the trees, the current in the river and the river walk in me?
Oh God you are not jealous or lone. You do not want to eat me a pumpkin pie. You are not selfish and mean. You are the earth and sky, a mountain spirituality I can live in the switch from spot to all.
The absence of my dog assails me now and all the spots I’ve lost, Lisa bless her heart. Come God come, step into my reality only you. God I await your commend, your behest, and let’s rumble the earth and sky without you until resistance is gone, until no longer I remains but you. That’s all I ask of thee, go to heaven here weather on earth.
Selfie a few days before my 65th birthday, which is today
What is a hands-on prayer? Full of spiritual philosophy, do this, don’t do that, I won’t bring you to lunch. I won’t even put my arse on the toilet.
Oh you offended seekers read on. Can I hold God in my hands the stadium of this moment, in the guttural process be? I don’t know where we begin.
I can’t find my soul the laughable, lovable life I’m having. All love is taken from me by death and weary, and I can’t find joy on the sun. I can’t even find life.
I have split my mind with silence ineffable, sat for a moment in that nameless place beyond Earth’s ego.
I have even climbed the heavens in a seconds’ ride to the space beyond stars and sat in my true self.
I am not here to complain of God and soul. You would not believe me anyway. I want to meet God with life can I? Not in a station up there, but down here in living flesh that does not appear an illusion.
I want to mate time with life, and it doesn’t hurt or get boring. Fill me with woods now I’m clean. I’m on your dresser drawer vying for true spirituality, not plaudits, not wise sayings, not moral admonishments.
I wanna set myself on fire with the living God and be down to earth and warm, not disdaining life, not rejecting it. I want heaven on earth. Do you?
My voice recording realized ages ago a tale had to be told. Pardon me.
How many have drowned and seen God? It’s not in your litmus paper, fireballs from heaven. I’m just this silly nigger among you. I’m not allowed to cook at your ashram or say grace at a potluck dinner.
What do I do with community? Everybody’s competin’ for the same pair of eyes. It’s not pronounced yet, but these are God’s love eyes. How many hypocrites wear ‘em? I just wanted the field to say.
I can’t get over myself. I feel the claustrophobia of Don. I feel the pain of the world. You market too. I know it.
I’m stuck in this little person having bigger thoughts than I am. I have seen beyond the veil, but I walk the creek and cry for my dog, where she put her paws.
I crawl through the fucking hours just like you, listening for a laugh. I’m not a kingpin. The joke’s on me. I hug the hours what is this shit worth? But I want comfort from them you know.
I caught God in a torrent of this space is mine. I plant my feet and sigh God, wonderful to have this world guarding moment.
This just eats my lunch, the walls of the present moment that won’t let me see the eternal now. I’m stuck in flesh. I cannot climb out of this shell. I cannot get beyond myself.
You laugh at me and point fingers, or feel the compassion the sage feels seeing truant man, but I hold commerce with the universe, and I am crowded with deity on the tip of my pen.
They holler at me in the world and grab my hand, and I know the stench of devils and feel their blind assaults.
I hold my head up high in the pit of night and do sadhana. I call God down into my house and know the wretched I have been, and it’s with bowed head and extended prayer I cry to the heavens God. Come bake with me will you God on earth.
Such limited character changes development. I’m not a rosy fire-kingdom. My sadhana is my pedestal I balance the present moment on to keep in those thin parameters the divine name only mystery speaks, a firm and fast bewilderment at the thoughts of God taking shape in the world in front of me.
All else assails there. All else comes from there, or I am robbed there by my own insufficiencies. Why do I play in the yard? I ask zero that question and grab myself by the balls and move on.
I’m in line with the Earth, and I don’t throw the Earth away to meet God. The Earth is myself, and we are all climbing out of the Void.
I hold identity with the Earth, come rain or shine, and that’s how we form Earth, together, encompassing the world to find God, reaching out of the universe to bring God here, hands-on God, the eyes that we look out of and the hands that we use.
Needs spiritual experience wants the dragon response back to his house. Who’s pic do you follow? Hands on fate now. It’s time to get past lawsuits.
You just comb what was expected of you. I challenge the world and then pick my nose. My overdo’s, my out of dates. [vision with the line of Sri Aurobindo seated looking at me in one of the last photos of him taken]
photo by Henri Cartier-Bresson, 1950, courtesy of the Sri Aurobindo Ashram
He’s got a principle pair. He’s bigger than skylight. He’s my guru, has a leading voice in my poetry, is the principle behind my music, is who I look to for divine change.
He’s open-minded and warm, and I been with ‘im a long time. I do inner contact sadhana, right before your eyes.
I don’t sit and guess upon the world. I get my hand held, but I’m a rebellious student. I question and accuse, lift mine eyes to the heavens and tell the Gods off.
I give him a hard time. I hold him to his task, am livid and rude sometimes, but I love him dearly and follow him on nails.
You don’t know what’s been asked of me, the role I have to carry. There is no forgiveness among men, nor mercy for being left out in the cold.
I am principle love. Not a person has it really. I put you to the test. You only care the pool of men. The love of God you distain, yet I go on, wearing the vermillion caste mark, the scarlet letter.
You would be jealous if you knew the score. You certainly would never believe it. What I lose from men I get with God, companionship, love, and hope, to a degree you don’t know possible.
Now I’m in your neck of the woods, a long time ago repented of my sins. Big fucking deal— you’d rub my nose in it anyway. You’re incapable of being ought than you are. You have not the oneness inside.
You do not love God you love your morality, and you are good to the good, bad to the bad, forever more amen. You want punishment and castigation. You don’t know the law of healing. You can’t stand it.
I have healing ways. I’m a doctor of behavior and attitude, of the soul heals. I will die with my knowledge unused. You don’t know the value of such things. You spit on it.
Doctor of the soul, where the soul leads the way, is the therapist and changer of man, that is what I bring among you. It doesn’t come easy. You have to have a need naught else but healing. It will take years.
You guys do me a favor. Come through my poems. It’s all in there, but most have been taken offline. When I die open them up and read them, and then put my name in the list of life. Include me again in your society. I did the work you wanted me to do.
You would be pleased I suffered. Oh, I suffered, threw myself up against your heart so many times, cried out to God in pain. I’m showin’ where we’re stuck in the ways of man. No one sees it.
There are more of us than I can bear, hated outcasts, and I am the heart of humanity shoulderin’ the world.
This is the place you need to work, right here, to change the nature of man. Right here today I give you the example of sacrifice. Fire away, take away my world from me, again. I’m showin’ you what love looks like when it’s in your hands, and know I love you.
Marriage of soul and Earth, I thought it was attracted to something beautiful. It’s the most guttural, physical location there is. We’d need to make plans. Where are you going? My butt’s yours man. All for one and one for soul.
I could get worse and I could get chicory, but we do business with the Earth you know, and we all share this intimacy. You got God there watchin’— oh my honey child, it’s all my plan.
I feel coverage beating on the roof of the world. I’m not smiling. This is so crash and burn. I don’t know how to reconcile this with God, the holes in the program. It’s bigger than me, but God is here my friend, like this is the Void, and he can’t get at it in his shoes.
I’m not worried about that. I want to mate my life with God in everything I do. How does this play out in the world? We come upon a change of consciousness, not just worship God.
We take God’s coverage and go there, until we look out the eyes of God. I have, and I’m tellin’ yah it’s greater than enlightenment. Mountains are movin’ me there now, that way station of enlightenment.
You would laugh and tell jokes— who does he think he is? Can I just be plain water? I’ve reached bare earth. I’m not haughty in my mind. I see myself and whistle Dixie, the idiom dear not the racism.
Nothin’ I do is great or small, and I can hold my dick in my hand and not play with it, but that’s not all I’m after. I want to look at you and not be offended by I’m such a shit to you. I don’t want to hurt by it no more, feel the pain of this earthen outcast. You are mean you know.
Terrible my time with you I do not speak right, and you are so hung up on speech, get offended at the guttural word. I’m loud and clear it takes willingness to change.
Get off your high horse man and meet us at the river, where even naked we’re not ashamed of ourselves, and we do not harm one another, but where the wild things are, myself and all these people, who’ve torn you a new asshole interpreting God anew. The river my friend, will you join me?
A cyclic poem, I pull myself up on the crap all the time, and here I am writin’ down wood. I’m bustin’ your balls. I should just go swimmin’ with you in everybody’s freeway.
Can we reach each other at guttural need, or are we alone inside that’s it? We play ballgames here. It’s not divided up in sexes. It’s not even wrong.
The New Jerusalem is galvanized on we lift up you and me. It doesn’t falter it doesn’t shame. We heal through change of consciousness, and we love one another.
Are you ready to buy this thing? This cycle I un-stigmatize God, the lover of all of us, the inside and outside of every situation. I hated it there until I realized what it took to change.
I smell soup. All these cut up ingredients, they’re in the zero God, right there to form the ingredients of the long-awaited paradise on earth.
Fool my ass, I’m joinin’ reality with heaven right now. You got them balls? They’re skyrockets, my love made real.
Fine, I’ll wait. You’re gonna be up in my room either here or in heaven on earth: ah, ah, a neighborhood this got foreseen; this was available for everyone; are you risking your life?
Blockbuster down and not one single person to help. Oh vagina. Now let’s grab by the bones and grow taller than mankind. Okay brotherhood?
You just get offended at plowshares. I’m followin’ my inspiration right. This is not sex do the poem. Okay Goldilocks? Alright man, I’m not dangerous help. Without a muffler I brighten the thoughts of God. If you haven’t noticed he’s a character. Great Scott! they kicked 'im out of town.
Nithish found this hand-sized, laminated card with other numbered cards of the same type in an abandoned bus in the forest of the International Township of Auroville, India, just off Crown Road, photo by him
We are at the kingdom of the beginning of this beautiful brand new day. Let’s fix it you are not alone in the Transcendent.
I don’t know what to drink. I am soft and warm and mean and skinny. I plough through my room. I don’t know the time yet. I just spit on people. I stick my neck out for the razor type. I’m loud and boisterous, but I’m quiet near a river.
The lonely mountains see me pass a branded name. I’m stuck in mud. I shine all day. I run horses around stakes because I am one. I don’t like cowboys. They’re just stupid and mean, and I’ve seen too many dead ones.
I cry all damn day but laugh in front of people. I know my soul as a thin wraith inside that splits my hairs, and God above is a joke really I look at with my serious face. What is the meaning of life in a neigh? Tell the world that I’m here buen provecho.
Can you call humanity here? Is this the mass of men? Is this all of us bereft of spiritual change?
Grace Memorial Hospital liberation is in caballos, the monumental effort we put in to go past our limiting reason, to overcome our desires and principles, to be ourselves where soul meets Earth.
How do I do this? With a massive effort of my everyday life, changing the fronts of my being from the ground up. It’s opening the inner consciousness and be aware of our subliminal selves, and this extends into sleep, what we become conscious of the more we grab each night. It’s a change of character in man. It’s so much more than meditation and pranayama or digging toxins out with asanas.
It melts your ego over and over again over a good many number of years, but we do have history of the immediate lesson. How do I gauge this to you? It’s inner work completely see how you’re constructed. You become conscious of all. What gives it the spiritual ride? Understand God you understand and begin encountering him in the world from the depths of yourself.
This is concrete and real when you reach that stage it’s active, but these are not just thoughts of God. The substance of your consciousness change as you approach the Silence and take down the ego, and you begin to see the world through the spiritual consciousness. / You know it’s there. Even your feet surrender to this call. You reach into your subconscious and illuminate those rooms. You know the origin of your acts. You see how your nature became twisted or torn, and you see the repair being done by the soul witness within you.
You’ve grown bigger than ships. You know how it happens, world process, now that you see how your own self is made. These are beginning moorings to enlightenment’s doorstep, to the soul is the beginner of yourself. There is an on high, but enlightenment is a grave molecule to get there when you are flying by the seat of your soul.
Now where is that last caballo? Fred, Freddie! Where is the last man on Mars? A whole ship failed, and that planet died. Spiritualization did not move their keel. They refused the process evolve. What is the fate of the Earth? It is written in your destiny young woman, young man, and the great spiritualization has begun in the interest of the young to reach beyond society and see what’s new.
They don’t know spirituality yet, but oh my God planet they will. Good. Here’s a poem to knock you around in battle, to help light up the way. It’s so much more than diet and exercise. Can you see the divine in your face? Alright crawl there from the look of divinity in another person. Look I’ll meet you there at the library store venting this is all too much for our kind.
It’s a bubble test. It goes beyond Mars. See yah on the other side kid. Not a million miles away. Alright who done it? The Earth itself in great big leaps of mankind. Send us there before it’s tomorrow and it’s too late. I would imagine there’s plenty of blood on the floor, and the 5th is not even in it, but what about this morning when you saw your hope rise with the sun?
Dawn we see the package. I’m here reading this book. Suddenly I provide. I provide a dispenser, short bottleneck though it is. Is anyone flowerin’ yoga? If there was a law there’s no compliant. There’s just dueling banjos, but look toward thine angel now. Look homeward and up. So it’s got at least another tick in there, world matter till dawn.
On the spool of our hopes, on the livid of our dreams, we engage thee our spiritual morn. We just swept the car. I’m embarrassed. I have not stood there with my might yet, but my goodness horses here I come, and we’re on fire with everlivin’ need. You there, you understand?
This is one of the poems that got me fired from my job at the Greater Fort Myers Beach Chamber of Commerce. The president, who fired me, told Douglas, who also works there, that board members and others were sending her excerpts of things I’d “penned”, claiming I was making fun of them.
If you are reading this poem on a phone, note that the integrity of the lines, a major feature of poetry, is not displayed properly. Many if not most get cut short because of the small screen.
For both a ride on me, ageless against you, and the age of the suns, I’ll be thousands of fallin’ underneath my mind, startled by the springs of enlightenment, and the cards are in play but too grandiose for my design.
Involved in the history, I’m not chuckin’ wood, but let’s face it I’m this little man in a little play. Now look, even in my beach job parking lot the herald of swift event patterned life. I saw the nuances of things to come, and I was a bearer there.
You can’t grasp this in your hand. I held the Earth in impossible lilies. I knew it was a steamboat. I handled it carefully every damn day. Can you imagine sleep without it? It held me at night, working on its intricacies.
I saw the world comin’. It held my gasping hand in its own. It was a birthday kiss. It was a holocaust of things known. I did not put all my rocks there. I had bigger plans than Earth.
Can you starry enlightenment? It will do you away. You’re not there seein’ it. You’ve disappeared, standin’ right there in the middle of it, and you’ve gone father than the world.
I know this land. I can’t describe it to you. It’s taken the world away in perfect seeing. I am not sure of its moorings. My times there have been brief, but you hear it in my gifted speech.
A whole field’s to play, famous hotel, unknown to the world. Can you imagine seeing the impossible, a world where none is, sights and sounds that not be, thoughts where none be, a whole world arise from the Void where nonexistence is? What arises now?
I don’t know if I’m worth this. I don’t know if it’ll come, the springboards of the Earth a seer’s grasp, the passive in God’s hands, the no-self of enlightenment, the end of suffering for individual man.
The floodgates are open for this puny start, a beach bellhop boy liberals through the strong right-wing the doors of enlightenment, contentment and peace, where the wild things are. I carry that trailer. I tarry there.
It’s worth it, no firecrackers in the belly. Wish you that payment. I started looking at shiny objects. I realized there was a behind the behind in every word that’s true, when you touch base with reality.
I wanted a bridge. The vehicles of enlightenment silence the world, engineer reality to make the grand crossing. Uh-Huh, there’s a reality there enlightenment leads to, the nature of reality, where we come from.
And you think you’ve stalled on enlightenment? There’s a beyond. It studies the world for you. It’s its master design. The roads ever get deep. Another universe holds this one in ours, and we go on from there.
The All-Encompassing All-At-Once is the study of the game, and we’re on flat level Earth, the first rising structure to pick up This land. How can I get this across?
No sight can show you it. No mode of thought gets there. You can sit in the All-At-Once of the sun to use a metaphor, and there you can see the dynamics swiftly over your head in a secret passage to our Source.
Now bring enlightenment into the picture. It’s stills the world for you to get to the other side into the reality beyond the universe, into the reality that made us.
Glory in the spoken word of poetry. One bad dream is this universe to cross. Right this minute, can you get the sense of creation? Can you see it larger than the book?
We went past it. What happened? We got services hello Cape Canaveral. One accident, it’s gonna be close. Till Hunter gets back we don’t leave reality to the fishes. We get out of these beach suits, the mere survival looking for enjoyment, the group mind. I’ll be right back. And it was a hunter for spiritual dawns.
Can you see that out of the routine? Bonanza, we’ve established this fact on earth again. The pilot’s license, where we start. Oh my God my head on my shoulders, this is like the bus you know.
The barriers of time, I don’t think you ride them very well. We come up against them all the time. They’re in our shoes. They hurt a lot. You can’t see this for the daylight, the great big prison playroom we are in. It’s got walls to it intrinsically built into each one. That’s where our cameras go. That’s how we feel this test.
Your loved one’s on the other side of the room bakin’ pies. In symbolic meaning that’s a round of thought comin’ your way. You’re separated by time’s barriers. You can’t get at each other in the physical sense. Great big surprises come your way when you do, cramped experience that puts relationship to the test. You hold them there sweetly, and then you may never see them again.
You don’t know what’s up, what’s goin’ on. I’ve left my poem alone in a fire so heartfelt in love’s embrace. I can’t get at the tires, or maybe death’s got your door, and your dog’s died, the great big sloppy-lickin’ dog of your life, and no ma’am I haven’t just lost a dog. I’ve lost a reality so big it took up half my room. She was always there lickin’ paws next to my life. Losing her took my front teeth— my daughter you know.
She’s melting time’s barriers tryin’ to see me. I don’t think you know the cough of this universe. It’s horrifying. I see her damn near every day tryin’ to reach through vision to get me near to her. Death’s reality would spook you if you knew it’s there. I’ve muscle on this, but I’m pigeon-toed. I can’t just hold my girl like she’s right up against me. I hold her paw in some astronaut’s gleaming Interstellar there at the back of the house. The confines of death, they break us apart.
The muscle of time, do you know it’s there? It separates you from everything— one little lonely being at a time. Times barriers put us in a single physical space where we can’t figure each other out. We laugh out loud, then cry.
You’re a pickup truck that can’t pick anybody up. You hold yourself the station of the universe, but you can’t move a goddamn thing if others block you. They are themselves the center station too. The great paradox of life makes you powerless to act where you would give your right eye to act but cannot, in those places most meaningful to you you have no power over. You sit in time scaling your life, a sheer wall of belief and hard fact, never any top in sight. What are you doin’?
It puts us to the test. Time’s warriors bake and sell us at the flea market, but this is not why you’re here, and you last longer than Heaven, a safe haven at the back of the house to get our strength back but that can trap us too. We are so much bigger than death that blinds us all while we’re still alive. Hold your child close. Can you protect him from anything bigger than your arms of control? Fiend death my friend, he sucks. What’s the answer to all this? What are we doing?
The answer lies on a page in a WordPress blog? Definitely, if you know how truth presents itself. It’s not haughty and it don’t wear spears. It might even be embarrassing, hittin’ in society’s low spot. It would be uglier than the norm, the vehicle of truth, but it would shore you up with sincerity if you test it. It would be one among a mass that your truth sense recognize, because it is beyond belief in name and form. It’s not part of the system that ensnares you.
Come to my party? There’s no snaking you there. You just have to realize what’s been true all along, but that you have never seen because it’s so represent itself, and you only see the representation, the figure in time, or the one who has wings to be your figure of God behind it you thought about a lot but never really met. The scientist would just see a meaningless void.
Can’t you see I got your skies on? I’m not pollutin’ the skies. I’m not anything wrong. Well how about that? I hold my boy in love’s embrace, and we figured out time. That’s the challenger for your social skies. I’m not doin’ business. I’m a love angle on time to make us greater in it. That’s the vehicle in the room. Can you dig it?
The limits of time, they are both normal and strange. You can’t be in two places at once a sudden trapdoor to a greater life. You are either who you are upstairs or the little I down there livin’ life. I’ve seen this juxtaposition, where I got out of time. It was a railroad. Greater times are comin’.
Now I just comb my hair and wash my face and shoot my gun? No I land this in your lap reachin’ through a poem to you. It’s fresh meat now, but where will I be when I am dead, and you’re readin’ these words? Look around the room. Am I there a thought stroke?
That’s life, you know the big one. Strict society belt won’t even let you think this to yourself. I’m bein’ looked in on by me with a question: how much longer you runnin’ half the house? You will have a future integral with who you are on high. My God this is big, and we meet time’s barriers down the because in the room. I’m comin’ after you foldin’ time, a lesson in reality completely out of the script. You’re gettin’ that script.
I’ve come all the way from the ground up. I’m not an existential crisis. I know who I am. I’ve been shot that’s all, ghosted by most everyone, put out to pasture. What do you do with that, and you identify with the world, hold it close your livin’ self? You have gone out of time and been the big who we are, enough to see it, enough to be it to know it’s there.
I’ve seen outside the symbolism, outside the roles we play. Even if you call it a computer simulation, figuring the unknown with the known, whatever you call it, I’ve been in compassionate reality, the bigger reality beyond this one. I’ve seen the real thing. No one counts this as a thing to be known where animals food our feeding faces as our reality, no depth to it, no meaning, nothing behind, except Gods to worship and obey or enlightenment’s sweepstakes that bring you empty shell.
Can’t you see beyond time? What’s bigger than the universe? Is that just empty skies? What’s bigger than playpens? I’m a figure on that. So like the show to give you the universal accepted scapegoat as the one to show. I can’t get my name in public. I can’t even write it down anywhere near heard. Is that just because I’m lying?
Can I show you my flag? It’s not rainbow screwed. It’s your heartbeat and mine symbolizin’ time. It’s where everybody goes to school. It’s the time of day in this poem. It’s where we all meet at the end of the classroom. I’m sorry it’s me, but hello I’m yours.
The terror is only a being in time. The face of evil, It can’t get at that larger you in transcendence’s sphere. It has no power there. It can only rattle your cage. Anything it does to you it’s not doing to you but to the actor in that cage. This is the meaning of no harm can come to you.
It’s beyond time time's relevant, time's keeper, truth's formula, but it can act within time and space with impunity, with absolute, unhindered power. It is bigger than evil. It has eyes on you, not to save your life but to bring you home. It does not stare you down. It doesn’t even guide you with any advice. It’s up there. You’re down here, but it’s comin’ to meet yah. It’s comin’ to be who you are down here. This is the plan of Earth, what her victory skies.
You are a crossroads to that. We are at Earth’s great turning point to land ourselves there. I am a seed bearer that is all. I come to tell you what’s comin’, and if my voice don’t get out someone else will. This is the mystery time hides, why it put you in a straight jacket, why it won’t leave you alone. Can you understand me? Do you see what I’m doin’? I’m meetin’ you with your maker who is you. I’m solvin’ the mystery of time. I’m giving you wings to grow. Take my hand please, these worded verses, and make it all worthwhile.
Protracted, a polar bear’s smile. It’s gonna take a long time to reach Supermind. It’s not there at our feet. It’s not your garden grow. It’s not at the hoof of your horse. It has to be as common as a cold for you to see it. The more people up there for a moment’s gleam, it holds you up there breakout sweepstakes.
This area’s comin’ into our view portal now the hesitancy in time. It’s comin’ your way in poems Emily Dickinson’s undiscovered continent she looks out on from her pier. Rumi’s love poem says you can only see the sun by the sun. Did we see him there? Now this poet speaks in plain as day. I’ve reminded you of Supermind in Savitri’s care. I’m just the outcast that says it.
Now hold me close. You don’t have to do nothin’, just read the poem the miles that you work today, the poem that you reach today. It’s such a piano to look at the subway and see supernal skies. Stand the subway of time. Is that tomorra mornin’?
Emergency level truth’s barriers, time’s walls. There’s a lot goin’ on. Right at the turning point. Except for the money I wanna tell you somethin’. Your morality drinks beer. You’re not the captain of the ship people. You’re who we go to to take our stories off. Right here for you on your mark, get set… The restrict we have, we put it on things. We use safety to protect ourselves from safety. Actually a lot right here. We’re movin’ on. What’s your plan, bring us all to safety? That one சாவி, I’m inside a poem.
I live in an undisclosed location in the area of the international city of human unity, Auroville, and I keep repeating that, and so it could get disclosed if I’m not careful, but I want to draw attention to the fact that I live where what I’m talking about is the center of the world. I’m an ex Green Beret, expat American, ex Classical Greek scholar, in India 20 years now. I traveled the world a penniless vagabond for 10 years before I settled here, but with my skill set I sometimes got nice work and lived rather well, and sometimes no; I lived outside. I spent a lot of time, months at a time, a hermit somewhere in self-study and inner exploration. Yes, I urged the machine on on a U.S. special forces tactical nuke team and in ’83 parachuted with my team into West Germany with the bomb, not knowing until we landed if it were armed or not. It wasn’t obviously. In ’95 I did a hunger strike in Jerusalem with a Danish guy, Lars, so he’d help me tape poems of mine on holy places around the old city, and I looked at them like tactical nukes. I went on alone to put them on the top of Mt. Sinai and inside and around the Great Pyramid. I’m just talking here, and I repeat these things a lot. In a world where make-believe superhero after superhero save the world, the universe, and the made-up multiverse, where stories bigger than reality make up the big screen, are the top off of entertainment to the mass of us, we get numb to reality, and a real guy with an interesting story just doesn’t stand a chance.
I’ve had some small town fame, a TV spot in Cuzco, Peru, made local news sometimes being a homeless pilgrim, but fame and me are a world apart. The poems on holy places were rather bad. Now I still write poems, post them on the net now, mostly here on my blog, get published some, have a very small readership that seems to be getting smaller not bigger, probably because of the subject material of last post. I can only say the poems are better than the ones I tried to nuke holy places with, poems which were not loaded with the weapons grade plutonium of the muse of poetry. So it was a practice mission too. Am I still on a practice mission? I now have that weapons grade plutonium. The problem will not let you see that.
Anyway, I don’t think you see the problem. It’s not Trump, Modi or any political person or party, although they certainly cause a lot of problems. We all do, some a lot, some not a lot. The problem’s not racists, sex fiends, war or even climate change, although we all see what those things do, if we want to admit it or not. I’ve been on the outside of society enough to discover hidden things, and one of the biggest is that consciousness is not localized inside of us some imagination of a thing we live alone in; we share it among ourselves, the good and the bad. This knowledge alone would revolutionize society. Thoughts and feelings move like waves among us, disguised as or own, and we act upon that in mass, most especially hatred and ill will. A magnet picks it up and tries to kill as many people as they can in one go; a president or PM picks it up and ruins a nation more than it already is, and, let’s face it, not a nation one is not ruined. A blogger picks it up and spreads more misunderstanding and ill will, a poet does and does not revolutionize society.
There is so much more to us than the tip of the iceberg. Just the everyday of dreams will change your mind towards shared meaning, if you learn to interpret them, and I’m sorry, but I bet you really haven’t, and you haven’t because it will knock you down with the knowledge of the future they give, of the hearts of the men, women, and children around you, dogs too, of the world unfolding before everybody’s eyes that you are beginning to see because you can interpret the representation, knock you down enough you keep trying to get up and get the word out, in the stunned manner of somebody with really something to say fumbling all over themselves with that word just seething with the elements of inner discovery. If you have then show me. I’m open to your interpretation.
I’m trying to say we are likened unto cavemen still in regard to being ignorant about very basic knowledge of ourselves because we see out the cave of our lives only open out onto the outer world and not also into the hidden caverns of our deeps, are still little animals vying for feeding space and a place in the sun, have not even become fully human yet, in the sense of being creatures more than animals able to move, live, and have our being in the good society nowhere yet created on Earth, but we can at the very least understand we are still becoming and open more to that than the disappointment and fear the times give us, have always given us since we began to speak and build fires huddled together in ancient times afraid more of each other than bears, lions, and wolves. What does this mean to you? I imagine it won’t mean anything more than a curiosity, but I thought I might post this anyway.
My blog gets maybe 10 views a post, and when I have gotten off onto another blog or, recently, onto a literary and art magazine, my content gets the average views/likes the blog does or the magazine, and that’s that. I just can’t say the ‘problem’ right, in poetry or prose, but I want to try again, but you’ll wonder at the digression I make in doing so. It’s the problem with knowledge of anything: you have to explain the whole world to enter any house of ideas within it. You’ve got to start at the beginning, which, I might add, just keeps trailing off into infinity.
The revolution in thought that led to us seeing Earth as a planet rotating in space with a host of ‘dead’ planets around a star in a galaxy one of no one knows how many in a universe that seems like some finite infinity, as opposed to the religious views, which put Earth front and center, not only in Europe but the ‘civilized’ world over, took too many ruined lives and deaths, many, many years to establish as the reality we all take for granted except for some who would doubt that the toilet bowl they sit on is round they are so big-headed, holdouts to themselves on the throne and not the group mind, now so divided we risk the death of us.
Now no one need blast off in space or study the views in a telescope to convince themselves the Earth is not dead center. It’s established fact, but what long-term, iffy at first, in fits and starts revolution it took to establish it, and we might even say that science had its birth there or at least cut its teeth on that struggle to know and establish. We are faced with the same now in regard to other facts of us equal in enormity to these scientific facts I’m stating now but greater, much greater, to what it means to be human and live and work together on this planet. And now science, holding the position of arbitrator of fact, as religion did of old, blocks the new incoming knowledge, not with imprisonment and death but with ridicule and obscurity, oblivion, and religion too is there with its dogma opposing fact, as always.
The revolution in thought needed now is one that decentralizes ourselves, and I mean the one by one of us, from that dead center space, where each one of us are separate islands unto ourselves the de facto center of the world because our senses put us there and our thought and feeling, where we only know others think and feel as we do because it’s obvious, or should be, not because we experience theirs firsthand, and where it’s the degree we’re able to realize that fact of others, that they are the center too and think and feel every bit as real as we do, which determines our success or failure in being able to uphold our moral principles and our higher ideals, which, if you get right down to it, all have as their basis being good to others.
Compassion, peace, unselfishness, and so on are each a higher ideal, and as that only a few of us are able to grasp a higher ideal with our hands and have it guide our lives, such is the overriding strength of the infra-rational in us, and even those few fail quite often. I know I do, but what makes me continually pick it up and try again, indeed forces me to, is the knowledge that I have gained, know as intimately as I know my own penis and body parts, whereby we, all of humanity, including all other animals and every plant, even the denying stone and refuting earth, share our awareness of being with one another, notwithstanding the stone and earth’s denial of such, share identity, share the field of consciousness, which means that we communicate with one another via dream and vision every single night and day, as I’ve said, flinging contradiction to the four winds, hate into every heart, such is the node-gas of the human field filled with so many of us the Earth can’t contain us. We need the higher ideal written upon our hearts and minds so that they are the very stuff of our mouths, hands and feet. That is the revolution we need, an inner revolution.
We are still in the very beginning, early stages of grounding the knowledge among us that starts the inner revolution I’m speaking of that comes from knowing we share a field of consciousness among ourselves and the practical implications of that in terms of human behavior, and that we share also identity with other human beings and also with all beings and things, and the knowledge of higher being that comes from the deep discovery of a shared identity.
That revolution I am still undergoing in my own life, but the lifetime I have spent to gain the knowledge and experience that is giving rise to that inner revolution is not possible for the mass. Only very few can afford it, and I’m not talking about how much money it costs; I’m talking about how concern with money, and all the survival implications of it, cannot be of any capital importance, and who can live like that? And that’s not to mention how many among that number have the capacity to open the inner doors to begin with. Which leads to the second obstacle in establishing such knowledge upon the Earth, which no doubt was one when science was trying to get out of the vice grip of religion and float the Earth in infinite space where it belongs and not at the center of all of creation: there are so very many voices saying, “It’s here the knowledge of world and being; I have it; to me men and women, to me!” It’s impossible to find the needle in the haystack that has the goods, or to put it more concretely, the needle that is pin-pointed in reality and not speculation, conjecture, belief, and superstition.
Before science became science, with its method and set procedure that others could see the results of and judge whether or not so and so fulfilled that, because they could test the results themselves given the right setup, a lot of voices rose in the mix. How were the true scientists discovered? By their testable results that set them apart from other voices. What else can I do but show you my results? You can employ the same setup and get the same results, but you need a master key, not a leap of faith but one of intelligence, what might be called representative intelligence, something that approaches the supra-rational, so to interpret the data that comes in, which is the same data coming in to dream laboratory after dream laboratory, only, because the data is representational on a level science does not yet consider, whereby it’s not outer events being symbolized but the inner reality giving rise to the outer event, its essence showing itself in an act of creation, the creation of the outer world, either possibilities showing themselves or an actuality manifesting, science cannot crack the dream code. It does not give reality to the inner field, much less a power that is creating our lives. You must pardon my indulgence of conjecture and speculation, but I cannot resist the temptation to ask where our dreams and visions take place within us if not on a very tiny level, perhaps subatomic, creating movies we momentarily live in that are moving worlds that cannot possibly fit inside us, if you get the picture.
My partner in the investigation of inner experience, Douglas, and I have cracked the dream code, and we have data-driven and evidenced-based results in the form of a podcast, The Dream Company, which shows how to interpret dreams and see that shared field of consciousness, demonstrated in the daily life of a dream group together many years, but you have to listen to more episodes than your patience and your like button would allow because it takes many, many examples for that field to come clearly into view, and when the creators of such content are unknown and with no real credentials, on an electronic communication field that doubts its own validity, you don’t have the group okay it takes to take that time.
You’d find my poetry and prose on the net if you looked, returning to me personally, although Douglas has had a lot to do with my writings, providing financial and emotional support and the discussion of ideas. It’s particularly when the writing relates my own personal experience as an adventurer in the inner and outer world that you see the inner revolution in progress and the cathartic events that led up to it and continue to lead it on, but that all-negating word anecdotal will crop up, a way science has shielded itself from new knowledge of ourselves in terms of consciousness, intentionally or not, and I’ll be laughed into the barn.
But you know, America was discovered long before it was discovered, and it wasn’t discovered by the scientific method. You couldn’t repeat the results of finding it in all these other labs. You had to go there yourself or trust the anecdotal experience of those who had, and when enough had, America became a factual location on this Earth to the people who didn’t know that before. When we are speaking of events or locations in consciousness, not in terms of the brain but of consciousness itself, such as the discovery of the shared field of consciousness, or even the interpretation of dream for that matter, and I will only mention here but not really include the shared identity, which takes so much more to discover than merely reviewing dream and vision, you have to have as your source material the anecdotal experience of everyday people because you can’t reproduce those things in a lab, the same dream and inner things I mean, but you can approach those things with a set method open to being as flexible as the wind so it can establish the inner facts of us, shared symbols of the inner field, shared locations in the inner consciousness, so that we can begin the inner revolution that leads to that shared us.
Okay, do you see the problem? Here’s looking at yah. Look to the mountain humanity. I sell garments there. I’m a piece of the Earth put a Mac in space.
These three photo-poems were posted on Mastodon January 21-28, 2024, and I was shadowbanned on the site after posting the first poem. Because I was left with no way to use hashtags or tags, no way to post comments on other people’s posts, and no way anyone could search for me on Mastodon, I left Mastodon. I had gone to Mastodon because I had been shadowbanned on Twitter/X, but on returning to Twitter/X in February, their shadowban had been lifted.
Posted January 21
All photos my own unless otherwise stated.photo by Douglas
image by the author, photo of the Earth by NASA (public domain)
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.
Drop climate change off at the house,
the hypocrisy of everyday people,
the climate of everyday people,
the Rottweiler of everyday people,
their business.
Climate change,
now showing at your house.
We gotta get out of this.
It’s a consumer nightmare.
How much simpler our lives could be if we tried.
That Rottweiler is resistant to change.
Lovely creature though.
Some do it.
You’d be pleased to announce
I’m not preaching at you.
I’m preaching at me.
Whatta we do with this?
Turn off lights and stoves and only sparingly wash clothes.
Whatta we do with the refrigerator?
Now that’s a tough one.
We could do a lot better.
We buy enough crap to begin with.
My God the waste in my house.
It could start the day.
My God the crap in my house.
The allergies make the air conditioning livable
in such a warm climate,
but it could be turned off to save noon.
I’m not sayin’ live without it,
but let’s treat it like the luxury it is.
We needit sometimes.
Oh Lord don’t take my A/C away. [heard sung to tune of “You Are My Sunshine”]
I think that’s got the paper.
Alright fine,
but can it join us in the room?
What did the refrigerator say?
It didn’t it’s just got military handles.
You mean like hot water?
Do we really need it right now?
All the amenities,
they’re starin’ us in the face.
Can I write another poem?
Can you spare me the mayonnaise?
I don’t wanna write this poem.
It’s not my baked bread.
Living conditions suck
without electricity,
but I think we all could get better at using it.
It’s the semblance of noon,
all along town.
Can you see it?
Brush with health
the climate enforcer.
We get sick doin’ it.
No health reasons
you neglect.
Don’t make yourself ill.
The climate
can stand a little bit of you in it.
We’re just armed for change.
We don’t charge each other’s property
with you must do this or else.
Can you understand the reason behind that?
You blister change
with the wrong attitude,
and it won’t work.
unless otherwise noted, all photos by the author
So where do we go for change?
In our relations with one another.
That’s the ballpark/battleground. [words spoken simultaneously]
We have to learn to live with each other
without spite.
Can you find a person that knows this
on the environmental frontlines?
They’re too busy charging other people
with spite.
This doesn’t work.
It just blows up in your face.
I’m tellin’ the Greta Thunbergs that.
A climate change activist,
we need better human beings.
Can you just open your eyes and look?
What does your patrol car grant us?
More ill will.
Can we get around this?
How do you show people they’re wrong without hating them for it?
That’s the climate needs better.
We’re just stubborn mules
when it comes to seein’ that.
Just ask the press.
Okay animals get busy,
force this on people.
I’m givin’ you the smell of the thing.
I don’t think you care about me.
You have a place card.
This makes your life feel better.
You’re an active ingredient.
You’re an activist for change.
We push people.
We don’t know how to make them see.
Maybe you’re lookin’ at the wrong equipment.
We need a change in heart.
Can you care about people,
or are we all just numbers trashin’ the planet?
Where do we see this?
In our very hands.
Protest movements awake!
We have to get better at bein’ people.
We have to be better human beings.
Where do we go for that?
In the living room.
It’s anybody you talk to,
have dealings with.
You make them feel special like you care.
Now that’s the whale in the room.
Can you really care?
I don’t think so,
not without some life assignment,
where you learn to put love first,
so much so love hurts.
These are vulnerable feelings,
and you put every man, woman, and child there.
Can you find them?
They’re your next door neighbor.
Now let’s go to police cops in the room. You can’t force anybody to do anything and get the safety you want. You just step on them, and they resent you for it. Vegans everyone? And you’ve stepped on the world. This is not everybody’s diet. It’s a religion to some people. It’s got hoofs on it. Mainstream media’s pushin’ it. This does not carry us to safety. We’re the animal in the room. Stop eating meat’s a practice, no animal products at all an intolerance. It’s too extreme for our world venture. You would have to know country home, in an impoverished district, to understand the impropriety of veganism, and I didn’t just say rare places on earth. So many of us live in poverty. I’m gonna eat, and I don’t need vegans robbin’ my plate. You’re not sustainable. Good afternoon.
Incredible, time goes through, I went to that place: non-veg is not the meat anymore. It’s a vegetarian diet we all live on. We just get out our laser guns and put fish on the menu. It’s a laboratory the actual change ahead is calling. Mystical experience will dynamic each other. It’s just one of those things. Animals are friends and we don’t eat friends. That group identity, it’s gonna take place in our living room, and the camel down the street is a part of it. No one gets left out, but a camel gets so close to our notion of self, we ride them that’s their comfort zone, and there’s your horse. What are you talking about? The substance of our change. Art is listened to whatever we ride, and make it better.
Am I making any sense? We’re not legalistic about anything. We’re flexible to survive. Unbelievable the amount of sacrifice our survival depends on. We all have to do it. It doesn’t come about on its own. We’re military historians. Can I show you a battle with yourself all won? This rules the day: self-sacrifice on the frontlines. Choke climate change. Don’t make him the monster. We reach inside and pull out our humanity, and our skills at that does the rest.
Now let’s go back to that army book you’re readin’, the news media, that big journalistic thug. Do we really have to crap in our beds? Are you sure you want us to be mean to each other? Do you have to hate the climate denier? Cows, there’s more responsible than just not wanting them to fart. On fire farming methods. Practicing that, making animals safe and comfortable. Is it catch those devils, sick really, who make milk and eggs an animal’s holocaust? We’re not into punish people. Look at them. Stop buying their products. Shoulder with them their responsibility. And we can get them to see reason.
Are you an older brother?
I’m a
way station man.
I’m hearin’
the bagpipes sing.
Remind yah
survival’s an organized emergency we all do together.
That dog got me order?
Beautifully.
Love made him do it.
We’re in our protocol
if a person could handle on his deep emotions.
He’s a vehicle for change.
The balls that we make here are women’s kinds of things.
They’re empathically arranged.
He sees in court
as not ethically arranged.
We’re gonna sleep on it,
see what we outta do.
I woke up and went over it
as a dream.
Your approach is sound sir.
I was dealin’ with late ideas.
The ability to help one another,
it’s in every classroom.
My God it’s like
Auroville pops off its angel.
I should have living with the fears.
There’s no hurry for development.
It’s in the air we have to do this now.
Helping’s free,
I’d give him to help.
We have time bro.
Your doomsday
has an opinion across the street.
We can avoid a piece of chicken.
We can avoid fish.
A lot do it and they’re vegetarian.
Good excellent I support that cause.
He just stepped out onto the floor,
one help,
one happen.
It’s too early
to damage every restaurant now.
There’s a lot we can do to get started.
It’s not the end of the world yet.
No hot water,
it starts off inflexible.
Our attitudes to change
kill it.
Come to where the prize is:
may I help you?
Don’t sit there and demand people change.
It’s got our stuff on it,
and you go in a museum to destroy a work of art
because you’ve got the proof
you got a lot about you needs changed.
It’s character armor not climate change
we need to see before
we can get at that climate change.
Can you hear me Ms Greta Thunberg?
Can you accomplish this?
We need to see each other first.
Gun naked balance
own big time.
We’re tryin’ to get that settled in first:
we’re all responsible.
It takes better human beings
to tackle climate change.
The problem’s combining the too essential with the ordinary.
Can you see that?
A miracle where he stood.
This is about enlightenment our next trip.
You don’t know it’s there.
It’s a Buddhist word that means many things.
The enlightened state of being
is my crossover with it.
It’s deep and it’s heavy.
You are not yourself anymore.
You’re a non-egoed consciousness
seein’ the world.
It’s oneness’ state of being,
nonduality’s headquarters.
There’s no separation between you and an object
save you’re there.
You can stand on your own two feet.
It’s not just a mesh of everything.
No one can describe this state.
Normal regular consciousness
is the external at large.
You can’t grasp realization by the horns.
It’s too realization deep.
You have no boundaries
to speak of,
but you wear them for the play.
You’ve stepped into real greatness.
You’re an enlightened being.
You have no fears anymore.
You are a center for nature to do her works,
for the divine to act.
You are not the initiating repository.
You just ride the seas
a passive instrument in God’s hands.
We’re goin’ there,
you, me, and everyone,
regardless of your creed.
It’s a long way off
for the race to achieve.
This individual door has been opened always
few and far between.
A quickening is coming,
and we will grapple with this state.
I think some will fight it,
of course.
We’re headed toward that now.
I’m a medium for this change,
one of many.
I don’t know how many there are.
Let’s see if I pull it up,
and that will put my words in the right place.
This is exceedingly huge in front of me,
and I get scared sometimes,
and I know what to be scared for.
I’ve been there a time or two
momentarily,
else I couldn’t talk like this.
Right now I’m just dry on this.
It’s miracle
not natural change,
and that has to change.
I have to see it as the order of the day.
My days are spent grappling with the impossible.
There is so much more to life
than anybody wants to know,
and you’re left with a big gulf
you have no knowledge to cross,
no matter how much knowledge you gain.
The world is big you understand.
Who can fathom existence?
But we have the way station of enlightenment to get us there.
There’s more to come,
but that’s where we begin.
Hold out for more.
Is climate change all there is to change?
Are we just working for our survival?
If we reach the stars, then what?
It’s another planetary marvel?
There’s more to life’s room
than you live in this house and do these things,
than the existential field in front of you.
We can go beyond doing.
We can be larger than our field.
The world does not bind us.
We are strangers in a strange land.
Life is magnificent
in her shoes.
Typified somewhere in art
is life’s grandness.
Life is bigger than her existence,
than climate change.
You should all panic
says the frightened child,
be very afraid
says the press.
Is that so?
Sit down.
It’s always like this:
emergency’s got us noon.
If you don’t push people around the world will end,
come on see the test you’re in.
Can you outgrow yourself?
You have a large spoon.
Hello poem.
Hello world.
Well let’s get at it.
If the water wanted to it could stir your mind up to pits your brain. [spoken at the end of a dream where I was being healed of being raped, although I hadn't been and was just playing along so to be safe from a would-be robber, by people chanting and pouring water and herbs over me as I knelt down in the center of them] We’re, we’re thinking. We see where the water comes from. That’s the science-found equation, such a big skeleton. It is a thing upon the air. We grow it in Petri dishes. We see it everywhere. It’s life force, can’t you just tell by looking at?
It’s not wonderful solving human. It’s angry, hateful, and mean. It’s in our land, has penetrated our children’s lives. It’s gonna get worse. It’s time to act now upon this monster.
The last thing your burger could be is a flavor of murdered animal. Alright people it’s mean. What? We knock ourselves silly. Can we identify the problem? It’s hatred and ill will spread out upon the land on the inside. That’s the problem. We garden with it. That’s our accident. That’s the science confusion.
I am tired of this broadcast: we need climate change to stop heat, and hate is so rampant among us. Can you see it? Look in your heart. Look in your mind. You won’t find it anywhere else where you can directly work on it. Yah hear what I’m sayin’?
Where does your hatred find fingers
in the real world?
In the pedophile’s bed lay,
even the kind that don’t molest children.
I think we’ve hit the hot spot in everyone.
In that American audience
this is more pronounced than ever.
QAnon anyone?
They rule the show.
We’ve looked at hatred with our hands,
and we’ve looked at the hottest variety,
but there it is your companion in so many places,
at the supermarket for example
when you’ve revealed yourself to them
riding there among them.
Come on let’s get outta here.
I’ve got a surprise bottle,
not what you’re lookin’ for
Mimie.
Michael Jackson wore this.
I’m safe from him.
I’ve exploded keys.
I would like to hunt you down and kill you.
There are so many of you,
and we’ve ruled exactly that page.
You’re learning the thought book
that mesmerizes each other,
your outrage
that helps you goin’.
As soon as he pays you’re probably gonna murder him anyway,
because you think you can go
Emmett Till
and get away with it.
We think we can go.
Let’s all a bunch of play
that’s no work to yah.
You hate each other silly in perspectives.
What is gonna wake you up?
You manage this.
I don’t need to sit through a movie I need to sit through things here. [spoken at the end of a dream where I’d just arrived at an orphanage to be a resident child there, and the assistant to the director was telling me I could go to the movies with the director and children he was taking]
You had only wanted brains
at the moment,
and you’d left the heart to rot.
You federal people.
You don’t hate anyone.
You could explode yourself,
take a gun and shoot everybody.
Hate’s got that gun,
hate the rapist at large,
any Tom, Dick, and Harry who stole the street.
A nation takes a scapegoat and makes Jews outta them.
Mr. Blackwell,
Black man,
you think he’s a social disease,
don’t yah,
and let’s not forget the corporate managers.
They need to be shot.
God damn your next door neighbor,
his music’s too loud,
and you just hate that shopkeeper.
You got there first.
Why, he cut you off in traffic,
that son of a bitch.
Any number of things,
and you apply hate in its place.
Voyeur it in your mind,
don’t you hate those people.
Okay I’m through.
I need a better climate.
Well it’s process work,
that you understand the direction.
Any constitution,
ninety percent of the battle is
get it outta the heart,
and it is being done very slowly.
There’s Jesus cop,
oh my Jesus oh my good. [spoken at the end of a dream where a tank had just come to the rescue of people about to be killed, the tank firing away, focus on the tank commander, who was halfway out of the hatch and ordering commands]
Come, come, come, come,
it’s a climate emergency.
We hate each other on the inside.
You see the climate emergency?
Even animals have a right to regard.
We hate them too.
Oh that burger taste good,
but I’m hearin’ a cow in there,
and I’m not open to rough spots yet,
but at least I’m ready to acknowledge the cow.
Murderous cow disease,
can I get over that?
Well, you’ve seen my banker.
I’m gonna begin to feel them.
I’m not gonna shut out anybody.
We’ve got a climate to get better.
I’m not gonna hate anybody.
There, I’ve said your peace,
and we’ve made a climate change,
the secret buffalo
that helps us make the right decisions
that gives us climate justice.
This is what we need to see
to unequivocally change the world,
and there we go.
Got it
critical
mass.
Of their winners
we have the announcements.
They made spiritual enlightenment
where they found water.
They made spiritual enlightenment the goal of the game.
They came to us in broad planes.
I don’t even know where he is.
In a horrible ruling mansion
nobody wants to go.
Have you ever seen freedom do it?
I’ve got a broadcast for yah.
Here put this on.
[vision of being seated at a computer chair I don’t recognize and taking off my pullover shirt and putting on a blue, American football jersey that changed into a purple one once it was on]
I’m on my way.
