In Everything You Do

“Jocelyn From the Psychic Being” by Donny

A poem by Donny Lee Duke

Gentlemen of the jury,
how do you find the defendant?
We find the defendant
not guilty.
They stay in formations,
his electric.
Come tomorrow,
humanity takes a picture of these.

How do you say avatar?
Oh my God it’s God on earth
dressing up in human.
And a God takes form as human yes
in the cycles of the Earth,
but let’s go beyond the universe,
where cosmic Gods are not.
We can get higher.
Let’s go to who’s manifesting this show,
and here you are an avatar.
You are That you see.
It’s the greatest football notion.
It’s Excalibur.
It’s right here in my poem.
I’ve arrived on land.

It thinks in your thoughts,
but it’s not you thinking.
There’s a rift in my understanding.
This is a riddle with a master clue.
Just get information.
No one has the drawing gun.
That would be interesting,
knowing who we were.

It would revolutionize science.
It would be the biggest thing on earth.
It goes without saying it’s commentary
this rap.
I’m larger than science.
I can’t figure out who I am.
And science ensues.
It goes on and on and on and on
and gets trapped in the original question:
that’s not a real question.
It sees no representative show on earth.
It digs around in the dirt for nothing at all
and can’t get out of itself.

Let’s show this around:
nobody’s lookin’
at we might be part of a larger process
than everything in front I see.
You get the picture?
There’s a larger you looking at you through you,
and the world is a symbol for us to see that.
That’s why it all matters.
You’re getting bigger you see
and bigger and bigger.
All you have to do is evolve.
There's more along this show.
That’s an evolutionary wear an I,
the idea of the human take.

I have founded a world for you,
given you the idea supreme,
shown you an idea of Supermind,
an idea among us.
Where is your identity wrought,
in your home or office,
nation or religion,
in your people?
Take off those identities
as your crowning achievement.
You’re being so little you see.
Now let’s go to war.
Throw morality into the frying pan.
It is yet an uncooked idea.
You think it’s why we’re here
so outraged at other people’s behavior.

Okay take off your mask.
That’s you under there,
the one doin’ wrong.
This is knowledge by identity,
the healing of wrongdoing in this world.
Oneness garden,
that’s oneness who we are.
That’s the station of Superself,
and we get bigger all the time.

Do you see yourself?
Do you even know you’re there,
where you can’t see yourself?
Take this on the road,
the larger than you you are,
a thought and feeling overlay
to get you to look up.
It changes lives.
It’s the antidote to our sin.
It gives self-righteousness a big punch in the nose.
It sure is generous with everyone.
It heals our land.
It's higher than religion.
It’s not a God to worship or a song to sing.
It’s the hard work of bein’ human who you are.

Unveil the avatar.
Understand the science?
Put it on every thought and deed
you encounter in the world,
and show it to yourself
in everything you do,
and there you are,
evolving.
It’s evolutionary, ain’t it?

Granted, Guns Aren’t Pulling the Trigger

photo by Donny

A poem by Donny Lee Duke

(this poem was written as comment on the blog Helena, The Nationalist Voice for the post “Mass School Shooting, a Mental Health Common Denomenator”. Click here to see the entire conversation)

The seated with identified and hate
confuse multiple speakers.
We think we got a land problem.
They just don’t know the story from inside.
We let it in
all these ill wills not ours,
a big bad packaged hate.
It has moved us from afar.
I know what to do.
Let’s kill all these people.
And we do.

There it is the ugly truth of the matter
fired upon the scene.
You think it’s American.
How little countries move among you,
as if our consciousness is organized by political boundaries.
That’s the joke:
you are a nationalistic speaker.
You are so much more than that.
Humanity is everyone.
Now I think that’s got a ride,
the joy of being human.

Our consciousness is all over the place.
You see it in your smile.
We are so much more than hate.
We are bigger than the stars.
You ever seen this in your living room?
We’ve got every welfare at heart.
We genuinely do care about one another.
That’s that process of soul.
It’s what we’re here to study.
That’s what brings us to God,
but don’t forget
it’s a cruise ship,
and every human being’s on board,
and that’s just the human side.
We care about animals.
Oh the soul they watch too
you see.

A Mixin’ on the Cosmic Two Yard Line

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.

Everyone Acts Out as Young Children

photo by Donny

A poem by Donny Lee Duke

Tearin’ outside the universe.
This is GoPro.
It’s not in your imaginary land.
We found the universe.
It’s so much bigger than bubbles
and moviemaking exactitude.

Oh my God the horror,
you think this rules,
in your image vocabulary,
absolutely mixed and purposeless,
so rich it scorches yah.

They don’t dream of bigger universes,
the people that propose media to us today.
Movie making madness
flavors humanity as its riding helm
traveling like features to nowhere.

Acceptance of the inane is the big game:
wow, that’s fantastic.
Nuts and fools
can’t stomach this game.
You’re an asshole.
I am,
the person pulling meaning out of nothing.

I use clairvoyance
to understand things are constantly changing.
I am the person putting meaning in all this.
We’re gonna surprise out of here,
once we understand there’s bigger than man’s wrought,
and consciousness goes in dimensions.
Once we understand our galaxy flight plan,
we’re gonna meaning out of here,
to the left and to the right,
to the up and to the down.

Narrow sense,
I can’t event talk about
what it means to blow past this bubble.
It looks like scrambled eggs,
the next big round of applause,
our getting bigger than where our acts put us—
beyond the machine.

We want that in front,
the next big step in front.
I’m sorry to disappoint you.
It’s beautiful.
It has the glory of who we are,
that has put little stamps of itself in this universe.

Do you see sir,
do you see?
So many universes,
they come down from Supermind.
They are visionary spectacles.
If I remember right,
Supermind is not the last field of the day.
It’s a big pitch of summer wear
from ever larger realities.
No beginning and no end,
got it?

Your head’s stuck in the multiverse,
where there are not different versions of you.
There’s whole other bases for universes
that we can even describe
so much different than elements are they.
Okay I’m the chemist,
and I’ve profound you a little bit.
Why limit yourself to just one concept?
Live in the sky, will yah?

The Nature of the Universe Unlock Nothingness

photo by Donny

A poem by Donny Lee Duke

We’re witnessing consciousness.
We are.
We see it in terms or a universe.
That’s not all there is to it.
The field in front of our face,
everything we look at is consciousness.

It’s fantastically long and deep.
It’s the field of God.
How many squares can you count on the head of a pin?
Everything reminds you of God.
It’s not hard to see.
Look at God out there
look at every single thing.

The wrapper has you confused.
You’re hearin’ a story told to you by God.
You’re hearin’ it loud and clear.
You just get lost in the storyline.
Wow, I am Peter Parker.
That’s just a character name you wore.

You bear down on your defenses.
You put your dukes up.
That’s not who I am.
I’m me.
Okay put on another life.

You’re just stubborn.
You can’t get over there’s evil.
You’re trippin’ up over its gotcha.
We roll the dice.
Wham!
How badly that hurt.

Okay we have all these worlds arranged,
a multi-leveled universe,
and there's many universes
—not meanin’ many yous—,
and even beyond universes.

Now where do we put you?
In the middle of the storybook.
It gets better quicker.
It gets much better towards the end.
Can you see you’re stretched out over time?

So many forms you put on as you grow bigger.
You gotta start as a tadpole you know.
Each world,
each evolutionary stage,
pits you against God
until you with your evolutionary self
know that you are He.

Why the struggle?
Nothingness has been breached.
It’s existence in.
Nothingness puts its stamp on everything
until a universe has been made whole.
Cosmic plan kids.

And there you have evil,
where a universe is brought out of nothing.
The clash of forces begets it.
It’s just a temporary stage
if you’re lookin’ at the whole plan.

Alright people,
got it?
I don’t think you understand.
The walls of the world are too red,
And your lover’s face is too sweet,
And your children’s lives just so full of need.
What do you do?

There’s God.
It straightens everything up, you know?
Gives you reason to live,
right relation with everybody,
and puts intimacy of God in your hands.
Amazing grace.

My God the Attitude

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.

A Better Shake Himself

Nitish’s new video for his YouTube channel, a challenging poetic odyssey to and at the top Arunachala mountain, Tamil Nadu, India

A Better Shake Himself
Where was that orange beginning?
4:30 at the government.
It’s time to quit school.
I do not think it’s normal.
You think it defines a kid.
What boring lives you must live.
Say hello to the teacher.
Is school good for kids?

Where would Ramana Maharshi bring us?
I don’t think I understand that yet.
I don’t know what it means to be free on the inside.
Imagine not wanting ice cream, or chocolate, or snacks,
and when the world grabs me
I don’t get upset.
Imagine I love everybody the same,
and I love them dearly.

I can imagine these things,
but is that what I want?
But I think I wanna be happy
in any room I’m in.
Wouldn’t you?

That’s it spiritual enlightenment
according to Maharshi.
Do you like shrimps?
Press that.
You run dates?
Don’t get any bigger than that.
Open!

This interviewing for
the Supermind,
The Supermind—
I came home to your paper at Gingee.
Enlightenment opens the door.
Gets all tangled up in enlightenment,
this soul concept I mention.

This sing on little boy,
I lost half of his head
when he went back to school.
I put my hands up.
I throw him away.
Okay what do I do with him?
School finishes him off.
Yeah I know,
gentler society
சின்ன பையன் (cinna paiyan)

We need to get rid
of they lose themselves in school.
Do that,
and reading, writing, and arithmetic will not get in the way of enlightenment.
It’s all on the table,
Mr Soul concept
and the way to enlightenment.

It’ll be a mountain put you there,
one you face alone,
no matter how many climbing partners you have.
You hear the allegory:
you mountain climb the spiritual path.
There’s no other way to get there,
no other way atall.

Can one understand from animals we came?
In that mountain you can.
I gotta study everything.
Mouth of destiny
does not use memorization.
Get out and do.
This is the balance.
Part of it’s red color.
Beyond the rulebook
spiritual enlightenment.

It starts with meditation
the wrong man will get you to believe.
There’s clothes bigger.
How intense is going to be
your progress through life.
Consciousness reals shadows.
The seat of his consciousness
put on there’s more
to reality to see.

Went to the hardest places
in the video game,
their inner spaces.
I need you to put on moral glasses
the preacher will tell you.
No, you are wide open to the sky.
Enlightenment comes through a clear lens.
To all find open to my computer.

Not his trusted hiking partner there beside him,
it’s an enlightened-year-old kid.
That’s his school.
It’s happenin’.
You want that killed dead?You wouldn’t wanna mess that up.

Not the only banjo.
Colynn Hit,
Mr Presscot,
and yours truly Who-Would’ve-Thought-It,
combine their forces with this little boy to meet enlightenment—
climbing partners everyone,
a sadhana circle, dream group, sort of thing.
We’re all comin’ along.
You comin’?

Trace Through Ideas About the City of Human Unity, the Third Read

videos by Douglas, video editing by him, poem and performance by Donny, technical support Mithun, Jana, and Nitish, filmed on a Vivo X60 Pro

The Ugliest Banjo
All we ever do is resurface,
call brotherly love. [both lines heard sung,]
I’ve set the price of stuff.
I’ve set it down on paper,
in digital media.
It was a good voice.
I’ve said it all over the world.
You put lands on that date also.
I’m gonna take my story back.
I took you some
Tamil Nadu.

I don’t know which one’s the maintenance.
I lecture tomorrow,
not the video,
the epiphany,
not the human unity poem,
my arrival in Auroville
a member.

He’s a tough one.
They stare at me.
All I ever did was catch you. [line heard sung]
Is that a paperclip?
Convince ourselves:
everybody,
you don’t
I really got a taste of God.

It’s at the deepest level
the shallow level of life.
It won’t bite you.
It won’t leave you alone.
You just put your headset on.
A blunder
virtual reality.
Look no Bible days.

Process live without student.
I’m three feet up.
I’m a hole in your garden.
I’m there behind you.
Can you smell me?
Can you smell my rose?

Take me out of the picture.
I’d even say why you do it.
What were you saying?
It’s not crap.
It’s Sunday dinner.

All the people not measuring up.
I can’t take it.
Tell me what happens.
He gets accepted by the many.
You thwart him,
and every time he gets up.
He did,
he became enlightened.
That’s what you have done.

I’m not gonna you want.
I’m just gonna be a hole in your community
until it,
I become a member of your community.
I can tell you things
that are just so down to earth they’re needed.
Just gorgeous,
who I am,
the ugly duckling.

A New Years Party Resolution

Poems by Donny Lee Duke

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