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In the Arena of This World

On By Donny Lee DukeIn applied nonduality, Dreams, ego activism, seer poetryLeave a comment

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Bell Spirituality

On By Donny Lee DukeIn ego activism, seer poetryLeave a comment

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The attitude will get to the truth of the problem.
You think you’re crystal clear.
You don’t see divine values.
You don’t know what’s going on.
It can’t be seen.
Consciousness is at stake.
You think it’s a populated city
or a decentralized government.
You want to get on with the plan
the Mother wrote.

This is hard fighting.
Nobody knows for sure.
The Mother spoke in parables,
truth, consciousness, and all that.
It’s hard to cypher.
Everybody uses the words
a living embodiment of human unity.
Is there something there?
It’s rained on.
It’s a holistic plan.
I don’t think you see the mechanics on paper.
It’s not in her words.

Catchphrases all
that mean somethin’
bigger than her words.
She saw it
and tried to give us a framework.
We don’t work with consciousness we work with ideas.
This is the miracle flavor,
the most elusive thing on earth,
what we can’t get at with our hands,
what thinking about won’t do:
we need to change consciousness.

Is that all?
It’s so much bigger than that.
It squeezes yah.
It turns you inside out.
It changes your whole world.
You become a unity keeper.
You see divine values in everything.
You’re all about the divine
in every road you take.
You are not ordinary sing on.
You value everything.
God is on the horizon
the thing to do.
When you meet other people,
you come together with yourself.

This is not play along.
You’re identifying it hurts.
I can’t help it.
There’s just so much to that other person.
I see them in me.
I’m not tryin’ to.
I don’t have to quote the Mother.
My own consciousness is quoting time
as it takes off itself.

You can spot the horsefly.
She does,
a Matrimandir quote.
It’s how you know she’s false.
Her network
stays behind the scenes.
She’s the secretary of somethin’.
It’s not Auroville.
She goes for Hindutva primetime.
She believes in Modi.
She will take you for a ride.

A living embodiment of the Mother,
she’s got that on,
like she’s wearin’ it.
She’s everywhere.
The administrator on her rounds,
look closely.
That’s an imposter there.
No one says she’s imitating the Mother,
but you see her do it.
When is this gonna red flag?

You’re just putting her picture
in some reach arm of yours,
like you are devoted to her.
Manifesting Auroville’s Twitter feed got the Mother.
Wow, you’d think they’d see that.
Now what do we do with this?
Will people realize what’s going on?
Will people see her for what she is?
She’s here to take Auroville from itself.

She has plans.
The evidence is in the pudding.
See what’s she doin’.
She’s not helping you.
She’s putting together her plan.
That’s to take Auroville
and Modi-fy it.

You don’t see this.
She’s there for that.
The attack,
didn’t it startle you?
And yet you only defy her.
When you gonna turn and face the master plan?
That’s not Auroville.
That’s a government-led organization
putting together a city for itself.
You can’t see that?

We’re all about the secretary.
She’s not the engines of the room.
She’s so little she paints herself
gorgeous/humongous. [words spoken simultaneously]
Look at her many rounds with her picture taken.
She doesn’t know when to quit.

What are you going to do about her?
I think we need to look at her first for what she is.
That’s not the Mother’s emissary.
You need to see this before it’s too late.
I’ll see yah tomorrow,
come again.

Jesus,
consciousness first deal.
There’s somethin’ similar
what would wrong do it.
Completely roam around
that lady’s from Blackwood.
Come together.
Don’t just deal around the tree.
This lady’s got something for you.
Wow, what is it?
Help Auroville
in contrary fashion.

What else would wake Auroville?
She’s needed to stir things up.
We have to get to consciousness.
It’s all around us.
We have to pinpoint the city,
bring it down to our terms.
There’s individuals changing consciousness there.

How does that happen?
We need that lady.
Slowly we’re gettin’ to the root of the matter.
Without her it wouldn’t get done.
We’re finding ourselves.
We know we’re there,
and do we keep goin’?
That’s the whole root of the program:
we are moved to proceed.

Itchy, Scratchy,
terrible to each other,
and we continue.
When’s it gonna stop?
You mean The Itchy & Scratchy Show?
Along midnight,
and people would love to get at me.
Can we come back to this?

That hateful secretary
will keep pushin’ her agenda.
How do we stop her?
We come back
to ourselves in change.
We see ourselves there.
We come together on ourselves
like a divine consciousness foray.
We begin the ascent.
We take high words and make them true.
We put it in our hands,
the way forward.
Consciousness knows that,
and we know the hallmarks of that high change.
That’s where we meet the secretary
and her shadow compartment,
in our very own change.

How do we lift that?
Let’s wait and see.
Let’s go for it,
the change of consciousness ahead,
to open us to what comes.
That will be bigger than the secretary
and any land grab.
We need to be ready for what comes.

Turn around.
We’re grabbin’ the North Pole.
Gonna have a hurricane on our back.
Set me onto Tuesday and Wednesday.
Well, it’s a knockout,
the poem you’ve got in your hands.
Is that skip it?
I can’t do that.
Okay Mother tell me what to do.
Can I have a breather?

No panic attack.
You’re fine.
Just keep sayin’ cheese.
That’s good photography.
Hate o’clock,
8 a.m.,
in their neck of the woods.
Goddamn,
they don’t know anything about you,
and they think they know everything.
Some show.
It’s 9:30.

He who sets out to harm
is not a harmer himself.
They’re spoken for.
There’s a lot more going on with them.
They’re not monsters.
They’re in a cage.
It’s hard for them to relate.
They can do better.
They’re just lifted that’s all,
not ill-treated.

We can name their sins,
and we can bring it to public attention,
directly and with force,
and I’ve done just that.
We don’t want to hurt them
by exposing them.
That is not our aim.
It’s not a bucket of ill will we pour over them.
We name their tune,
say their subterfuge,
give everybody the lowdown.

It’s not fair,
unless community process is at stake,
unless we need to see what’s happening
to community survival.
Exposing someone’s sins
just to get at them
promotes ill will.
How ironic it’s me
calling out this public servant,
and people can call out me.
I’m not sinless.
You could call me a monster
if the zeitgeist guided you and not God.

I am well aware of that.
I’ve put my head on the chopping block
for this secretary to use
to counteract my claims,
or her people.
It’s not the same thing,
but I understand your feelin.
I’ve done this in goodwill,
done it at the Mother’s behest.
I’ve explained to you,
not only accused,
and I’ve put this in terms of consciousness,
not let’s get ‘er.
I’m not asking you to harm her.

I’m showing you process
to remove her,
where you work on yourself to do that,
if she is to leave town,
and not remain with us a private citizen,
when she loses power.
Let the Mother do that.
Let us work for change.

Let’s bring this around to bear:
we work on ourselves to change,
not our habits,
not our lifestyle.
We go to the ground of consciousness and change that.
That’s where we begin.
That’s how we oppose
this hostile takeover.
That’s what you do.
Wear ribbons of opposition.
Let us know your stance.
Get away from me,
we don’t tell anyone that.

I’ve given her the opportunity.
Where are y’all going?
Are you just gonna put me on the chopping block?
Pick up now
all those quotes by the Mother.
In which one does she say to slay?
You’re perfect now.
This is your public image.
I’ve gotta look for it.
See here it’s not there.

Did the Mother ever involve police?
Did she ever call for punishment?
No, she opposed their use.
Madam secretary,
what are you doing?
You’re right in front of me.
It’s land important
the way I see Auroville.
To do something,
to land community
in its galloping road.
I’m not after you Ms Secretary.
I’m tryin’ to change the world.

A yogic see,
you’re hearin’ that now.
I’ve got some things
we all need to see,
and it’s dangerous for me, savvy?
That’s a terrible tale,
I’m destroyed tomorrow.
That’s Hindu
not to meet me there,
in the compassion Jesus gave to the world.
That’s Hindu
precisely where it needs to change.

American solution,
I found Data.
Let’s put ‘im in town square.
Let’s go over some announcements.
Did you see that demon?
Of course you did.
Let’s not please its antics.
We don’t have to inaugurate its spite.
It’s loud among us.
It 3:30.
Let’s get him off our back
and get down to what we’re here for.
Come on! Come on! [vision of Nitish on his bicycle urging me to join him on mine]
Let’s work on work on the change of consciousness.
It’s not gonna be easy.
Let’s just eat that’s all.
Mother and Sri Aurobindo have left their dynamic program.
I’m in their voice.

Who else would they use?
Humiliated,
brought to bear,
made to be an instrument,
I’m the Aurovillian that knows process training.
See my change of consciousness ahead.
Camera’s
intah the program,
and my photographs have life in them,
you and me baby.

He’s wearin’ the shawl,
the seer’s mantle:
all the menu
is reduced to God,
everything.
And I love tellin’ the time
like I belong there.
I’m an Aurovillian.
That’s my identity
in this human mass,
and you’ll make that official
one day.
I’m on my way.

You’ve heard my name among you.
It’s not a bright name.
Now look at me.
Consciousness rests
for deep removal consciousness renewal.
I’m workin’ on that engine.
Will you hand me a wrench?
Use your hammer again.
You got a moment
to answer simple request.
I’m really aligned with you.
Keep drummin’
Auroville I need you.
A little bit more,
and the secretary will actually believe that.
Great big piece of paper, huh?
Read it hopeful,
and the secretary will actually read it.
Now let us grow.
We all need to.

It still didn’t do
what I’d like it to do,
hit that bottom note.
This is just a survey.
I’ve been trying to
stop representation
and come out with it.

I see Fred look in windows.
The monster isn’t there.
Wash Mithrin’s clothes.
Mithrin
on a change of consciousness.
He’s gettin’ close to two.
We can see it in his hand,
language shaping forth.
It’s all over the place.
Thought,
that big deal,
is getting its engine running.
They baby will be a boy
shortly.
Oh how nice it is to watch.
He wants to see his cookin’.
He’s a bright boy.

Now whatta we do with you,
the spiritual change,
the psychic change?
How far do we go with them?
When is Supermind a word we use?
This is almost nonexistent.
There’s not a realized person among us,
and who has the psychic being out in front?
Can you tell me what they mean?

They transform,
and my how big they are.
I’m counting sheep.
The realized person among us,
can we count ten on the globe?
Can we count eight?
This is a seer’s whistle.
I’m not guessin’ sums.

How large that is,
how large that eight.
Can we find them?
What defines for us the change?
It’s a blur.
We don’t know what realized is,
and we don’t know the psychic change.
We don’t even know what they are.

Mithrin
will give us a clue.
There’s a heavy person there.
A funny little baby,
wasn’t he just was?
I’m gettin’ to the real.
I’m tryin’ to show it to yah.
Now how do we do this on our time?
We have to get past bright words.
The consciousness has to change.

How far you from that
Anandi, Joseba,
and all the rest of you
frustrated with the slow pace of things?
Tell me about it.
Now move.
Stop talking about Auroville’s future
and get down to the business of your change.
That’s what we’re here for,
and that’s what we’re doin’.

I’m serious.
That’s my mode with you.
I’m here to see it through.
Come on Joseba,
will you at least try
to see the real battle ahead?

I don’t have the number
of all the people we’re supposed to have,
but move a city in here,
and we’ve lost the battle.
The ring spirituality come first.
We need to ground first,
for how ever long it takes
to start seeing realized people among us.
The battle’s with your own consciousness.
That’s the right dharma armed.

Let’s not get caught in politics,
Anandi.
Get the job done.
Now it’s time to begin.
Let’s go.

The last consciousness.
Can you believe this?
We see it happen.
We see a realized person among us.
It will be here soon.
There’s no denyin’ it’s comin’.

He’s not to lead us
or change our shorts.
This is not guru time.
There to begin the change,
an individual among us.
It ricochets,
one person’s transformation,
and soon other people are realized.

This is not the way ashram’s work.
We didn’t see it work in ours.
Just a few
got turned on,
but that’s not gonna happen here.
This is a different animal.
The field is prepared.
It’s all laid out
for it to happen,
the Streisand effect.

We’re gatherin’ consciousness now.
Soon the mix will be ready,
and that person will change,
a catalyst for others,
no enlightened sweepstakes,
but enough to start the crowd.
It’s comin’,
and we just have to wait and see.

How much I have said today.
It’s a vehicle for change.
It’s got that on it,
some here recently arrived blueprints.
You’ll find this better than architectural plans
or any number of people.
Well, here we are.

Mobilization 9

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A poem by Donny Lee Duke

He discovered that his Crimea life had to change.
I’m not talking about the pencil box.
We’re seein’ movies:
all eyes on the outer scene and you're in the movie.
How do I concentrate?
Remove obstacles.
Look at your life in purpose.
Don’t just stand there and stare at things.

I don’t know how to engage this.
Look at that rice on your plate.
Does it need you?
Yet it exists.
I need another metaphor.
There’s a dog in the corner.
It’s barking.
It’s baking.
It’s just lost in its own movement, you see?

You put yourself in everything you’re lookin’ at.
Can you give a free look,
free of charge?
Just look,
no questions asked.
This is less painful.
It’s not up and down.

The Source is just a remover of boundaries.
The Source won’t last long on my time.
I’m a question paper.
In this instructional video,
can we suddenly lick my nose,
make mean somethin’?
I wanna apply this to life
in the substance of my hands.
We process thought
so your hands help the world sunshine.
This even in the substance of your genitals
and how your dick holds the world when you look out upon the world.
Why the sudden graphic video?
Attention readers,
I think I got yours.
Once we go down there it’s hard to come back up, you know?
even in a poem.
I study reality whether you believe it or not.
I put divine values on everything.
Now I’m learnin’ to not bother with me.
A thousand runs will there it is.

We don’t want to invest reality with our stuff
in the substance of our see.
We want to be free in that look.
It’s like the doorbell rings,
and you’re not concerned about it.
You do not enter the picture.
Can you get that look?

It’s hard to bear/keep. [words spoken simultaneously]
There are so many things pressing on your mind.
This is thought control
at its most basic.
Can you see reality from here?
It’s got lines in it.
Crossing them means you.
A monkey sees that
swingin’ from tree to tree.
You can’t see that in your living room.
You’re not involved in yourself in reality,
unless your reality needs that look.
It’s screamin’ at yah.
Can get that look
on death row.
Reality has you by the balls,
and you see yourself too much.

This is freedom from spheres.
You have a long way to go
to freedom yourself,
oh world of my sunshine.
It’s not a substance of thought.
Your reality changes
the ground of consciousness has.
Wow, this is frightful
if you haven’t bubbled into it over time.
There’s no room for it,
with your leavin’ everything,
and you don’t know how to handle zero,
and everything’s still around you.
We’’ll get to that later.
It’s the culmination
culminated elsewhere.
This poem doesn’t go that far.
Here you just let go
of you as you stare at things.
photo by Donny
Anyway I’ve got a limited ordinary sword. [vision putting the image for poem here]
I can’t seem to see the forest for the trees.
It’s hot stuff,
because it’s got so much reality behind it,
but still there’s ordinary consciousness there.
Can you count the trees?
Can you even tell the difference
between a reality bin
and ‘can you see the trees’?

I am a lineman for the county. [heard sung by Glen Campbell, “Wichita Lineman”]
You’ve tripped up everybody—
a line you make.
Will it ever join reality?
We’d have to look at my poems awhile and see.
No one’s taking them to the picture show.
What form is that?
Can you get rid of me?
You’re not packaged reality.
I think the reader said that.

This is traditional English in the mass.
Where do all these bubbles come from?
A larger reality
that makes passes at reality
and even cowardly reality.
Much more was in conflict after Zelenskyy’s assassination.
Can we make Zelenskyy any bigger?

Planets and rallies in the corner,
the poet the symbol is a metaphor of.
This is so on your feet.
This is so operation from your mystery.
His society refuses him to speak.
You heard his poetry anyway—
lessons in accountability.

Alright throw him away for now,
and just look at bare reality.
It’s there behind the poem.
She was always ahead of the Path.
Can clear at any moment,
and she just keeps engagin’ in stuff until it does.
Do you want to see my failure in things?
It’s listed on the net.
And there it is.

Man it came to me at dawn:
I am now gonna make it to the top of the world,
with or without you. [heard sung by U2, “With or Without You”]
Do you hear my drivin’ point?
My freedom from midnight,
from all expressions of evil.
Can you hear that power?

It’s right where you least suspect it.
It’s in your living room.
Pick me up will yah?
Get into the rest of that television
mobilized for enlightenment.
Cheerio.

You can say he went to the doctor.
A lot comes out of that.
Good and clean,
those are the eyes.
Hallelujah.

I Understand It

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

A poem by Donny Lee Duke

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Can I Apprentice You With Love?

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a typical image found on channeling sites, source unknown

A poem by Donny Lee Duke

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The stage the poem speaks of Tonight on Television.

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

The Dream Company episode 11

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Gingee Fort, Tamil Nadu, India, photo by Donny

Episode 11

Nithish starts us off with a dream where he got to eat his favorite foods and another dream where a bedsheet turned to gold. Then Douglas shares a dream of his horse getting away from him. Next, Mithun goes to visit a guru who teaches him about life force and cryptocurrency. Afterwards, in Donny’s dream he feels he got a sign to start practicing pranayama. Lastly Donny points out how dreams sometimes show what actually is going on with us in our beds while we’re having them.

photo by Jana

A podcast of practical demonstrations of dream interpretation given by a four-member dream group in India that has been together for many years. We show how to interpret dreams, using the same method mother nature uses in giving us our dreams: wider than the world, as flexible as a snake, as irrational as the path of the wind, as unorthodox as God on Earth, and as natural as the soul of things. Join us.

The Dream Company episode 10

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The Pleiades, photo by NASA, public domain

Episode 10

Douglas begins this episode with two dreams that gave him some insight into the chronic back pain he suffers from. Then in his dream, Midhun is given a sword to help him cut through a jungle. Lastly, after giving some background, Donny shares a dream about the Pleiades that was complimented by a startling synchronicity.

photo by Jana

A podcast of practical demonstrations of dream interpretation given by a four-member dream group in India that has been together for many years. We show how to interpret dreams, using the same method mother nature uses in giving us our dreams: wider than the world, as flexible as a snake, as irrational as the path of the wind, as unorthodox as God on Earth, and as natural as the soul of things. Join us.

The Dream Company episode 9

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Listen to Episode 9

Donny starts off this episode with a further explanation of Supermind. Then, Douglas’ shares two dream’s featuring characters from Star Wars. After that Nithish relates a dream of a museum dedicated to him. After that, Donny offers a new interpretation to Mithun’s dream from the last podcast. Next, Mithun has a dream where he and his sister were confronted by goblins who trapped him in a television screen. Lastly, Donny shares a dream where he felt intense love and union with the Divine.

photo by Jana

A podcast of practical demonstrations of dream interpretation given by a four-member dream group in India that has been together for many years. We show how to interpret dreams, using the same method mother nature uses in giving us our dreams: wider than the world, as flexible as a snake, as irrational as the path of the wind, as unorthodox as God on Earth, and as natural as the soul of things. Join us.

A Mixin’ on the Cosmic Two Yard Line

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photos by Donny, gimped by him

A poem by Donny Lee Duke

Alright let’s look at yah.
Amazing tornado,
it fixes the Yoga
right along its seams.
He reveals the Yoga.

No one’s ever done this before.
Wow, enlightenment.
It’s not possible to ignore ‘im.
He is delivery man.
This upsets the applecart.
Do you admire this or tear it apart?

A nice, safe and comfortable high five.
They’re just startled.
You manifest.
It’s beyond their pale.
If she has it she gives it to yah,
American house maker’s exchange.
You know what?
Put the dog in here.
Nitish bring them all.

Heat—The Inevitable Word
look where he’s wired.
We found him.
He’s in the city.
He’s around the ashram program,
an independent speaker of Sri Aurobindo.

Take him down.
We’re sure this is not the Word.
Who made frogs talk to him?
I was not prepared for the length of his contribution.
I can’t believe it;
he’s put so much out there.

My God the Word.
This is what it looks like.
Where do we put him?
Just leave ‘im alone.
A revolutionary speaker,
a speaking prophet,
are you kidding?
That’s for us.
It’s instant thrown away.

Down, down, down, up/down/up, down/up/down.
Down, down, down, up/down/up, down/up/down. [Heard this strum for the guitar]
I’ve write a song for you.
I collaborated you see,
from the bottom of my heart.
From there to the world,
from my touch with the world.
Even indicate a Spirit itself,
the whole planet.
I can’t see it—
an audience speaker.
It’s so close.

Consciousness saving devices
led by Sri Aurobindo.
I drew up the Alamo.
Drew up by popular mechanic.
I will besiege their house.
I will besiege the Alamo.

The divine comedy of Snob Owens
received poems.
You’re composed too much to be mood.
Your life is mood.
Don’t you know you are a shooting star?
There are other universes, other universes, other universes.
Across the universe across the Self.

What?
Every accomplishment will be made little of.
Is that where I piss?
They don’t understand.
No one understands.
You’re gettin’ a medal for bravery.
I’ve been calling this for years.
All you have to work on is the technique.
I give you the words
I give you the song
Mr. Inner Ear.

Talk and oneness are the same.
I do believe I’ve said my piece.
61 minutes
it’s on the way.
All these poems
the way you bring “Above National Commitments” out into the public?
Hear the radio.
It’s comin’.
Put your hat on boys it’s comin’—
right on the two yard line.

My God the Attitude

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photo by Donny
A poem by Donny Lee Duke
Where is that tambourine man?
They don’t let you know everything.
A prime example
of so many things I can’t tell you.
You hold a life of noble purposes but it’s there behind you,
the ominous, foreboding nature of man.

I don’t think there’s cause for alarm
you generate goodwill
all in divine purposes.
You’re healed from your trauma,
from everything outside,
when you surpass yourself.

Can we say rock-bottom
has brought you over to freeway?
My God that smarts.
I don’t know how to tell you divine intervention
puts up with it for so long.
It’s a rock-bottom nightmare.

Divine intervention thrones above.
It has you by the hand.
You’re pulled out one by one.
This is grateful
hasn’t found a home yet.
You’re just stuck in the breeze.

Unfortunately you care,
and it just keeps going off.
This is rock-bottom nature
has overcome yourself.
It’s all in the plan
you come out of this alive.

God really cares.
It’s all over His face.
You just stand there and stare at it.
You wait for the world to show you a way out,
all eyes on that exit.
You’re in a harmony with the world.
It seeks you out.
Finally you find it.

There is no celebrating,
no noise you make
of victory.
You don’t even breathe,
least you draw lines in the sand
you get kicked around by.
Hey everybody I’m done!
Oh yeah?
And you fall again.

The unconsciousness of the mental life,
The mental battle,
The mental drama,
they confound.
We tag along
around the silence.

You have reached a divine rescue
in conjunction with the Earth.
You’ve penetrated the Earth,
and the intelligence behind Nature
moves into position.
You just let it happen.

The harmony that results from that
takes you out of harm’s way.
It’s wonderful isn’t it?
Glory hallelujah I’m saved,
truly.

No American
is that on the ground with you.
They take themselves with a grain of salt—
it was the trip
and all the interconnectedness about him
that gave him the pause—
you’re their bogeyman.

I’m okay I’m blind:
I don’t see a reader one interested in my story.
What do you do with this poem?
It’s the dawn of the day.
We’re gonna be right there where it grows.
We’ll give everybody fare warning,
and it shows up on some bulletin board,
the freshest in line.