To the naturalist meeting in New York,
and that’s a wonderful paper.
Find divisions among us,
I think that’s everybody’s see the world.
You’re not gunna believe this,
but I’m the right wingman
to have us all see each other one.
Who else do you hate more?
Who’s at the bottom of the totem pole?
Who would you subhuman all the time?
Who do you crave to be with?
Certainly not the pedophile.
You are just so into guns
where you meet the world.
You just see and shoot
the aggravations gun.
How am I doin’?
You have a perfect score.
You did everybody in
that got under your skin somehow.
You just shot everybody with your mind.
Now we come apart.
You can’t take shooting sprees.
What happened?
Everybody shot the Lone Ranger.
This is just hippie bullshit.
You just put everybody in peril
when you came across with your gun.
You created division among us
that destroy people.
It’s all in the gun.
That mind is a pointed object
that shoots fire at people.
You don’t believe this.
It’s harmless you say,
making people suffer in your mind.
Does Earth manifest thoughts?
I can’t put this on the chalkboard,
but I can show it to you loud and clear.
Why did World War Two start?
The German people manifested pride,
the Japanese their rising sun.
Now take individuals and shoot them.
This is an execution in town square.
My God the executions there,
and the atom bomb goes off.
Can you make the connection from your room to there?
It’s a lively possibility
add up enough guns.
You see what I’m gettin’ at don’t yah?
We will just blow each other apart
every minute of the day,
and you see the emergency come in,
a check on our behavior
in the throw of our room,
where we meet the world in thought.
We meet them with philosophy
and let religion control our thoughts.
We go so far as to put something else,
something our conscience says no.
Innate in us
is a thought control,
a natural inclination
to be good to people
where mind meets them.
How strong is this?
Oh my God it’s breaking down.
Can you see this?
It’s everywhere.
We need to see this to survive.
You don’t know the power of thought.
You think it’s inside your mind
shut up in your head.
This is erroneous thinking.
We live in a thought field
you and I,
and it’s so immediate there.
We cringe one another.
Can we stop doing that?
It manifests on the field.
We find our hands expressing it in time,
our feet kick up that dirt.
We show the world with it.
We live in a thought field.
It has each one of us at heart.
We prey on one another,
just eat each other alive,
violate one another like there are no boundaries.
You know what I’m talking about.
You do it too,
and my God it’s real.
It’s spins the weapons in that direction
so someone else can use.
It gets the ball going.
It’s everywhere.
Oh no my childhood,
it’s full of holes.
Even my father did that,
once or twice.
Shut the hell up.
How deep this rabbit hole goes.
You don’t want to see it.
Can we come up for air?
Can we stop violating one another
in our thoughts.
It is so control the world that way,
and we don’t know how to control ourselves.
It’s an imagine gun,
and it takes ahold of our flesh and rides it,
so feeling toned, rich hued,
bottomless desire.
It has us by the horns
in those moments.
We bleed with it.
You know I’m drivin’ a point home,
sticky desire.
We come to terms with ourselves that way,
comin’ to terms with it,
seeing it shake us,
watching it win.
Just keep goin’.
Learn to put this out of your mind.
It violates people.
It’s got so much charge on it.
Can we come away from there?
Now you’re alone in your sink.
Your thoughts on other people are confused,
but you’ve stopped
the mind game.
You don’t shoot people anymore.
You just keep goin’.
You’ll come out on the other side soon.
You hear my thoughts?
I’m showin’ ‘em to you.
There’s a higher realm of thought.
I don’t live there all the time,
but you know I mostly do.
Only rarely do I go abroad,
and soon that will stop too.
I am a thinker,
and I spend time in wordless thought.
I go into the quiet in my room.
Great gyros of thinking await us
that will propel us to sky noon.
The layers of reality we peel back
and dimly see the One.
God is our living room.
We see world process in stark living terms.
We glimpse invisible beings at play.
We see the terrible and inane.
We have a glory of angels around our head.
We see the stars.
I think we join the universe.
We have some brooding sense
of who we are on high looking down on us,
feel its comfort wings,
know our lives its shallow dip in time.
Profundities rise
and take us by the hand.
We see all
like it’s a picture show,
and sometimes
the world is so thin,
ultimate reality’s a bare whisper away.
You see what I’m seein’?
You can’t get that look
unless you turn your mind from these surface arguments,
from the world of material things,
from being hooked all the time
on this, that, and the other.
Think large thoughts.
I’ve motioned poetry
to help us with our rooms,
to put us on the right bed,
to clear our thoughts
of all this imagining
that isn’t good to people,
to learn how to handle time.
Are you game?
I’m showin’ yah the way
to enter in relations with one another
that bring us the world together
that brings peace on earth.
Crazy doctor,
he’s always runnin’
a poetry see,
a show you this, show you that.
Will you take him in one day?
I got deleted
from my YouTube channel.
They took a video away.
Officer down!
It fought Islamic State
right in its ideology
in its gruesome videos.
It put the soul there
and the true ways of God.
It shot the soul down,
that censorship.
You wonder why they waited seven years.
Now what’s next,
my whole blog?
The deletion has begun,
and you don’t even know it’s happenin’.
You see the peril I’m in.
It’s available now;
I’ll stack you with
poems to read.
You think they’ll be up much longer?
The diversity is what is placed in that pile of focus.
I think we go to school,
learn to look in all things God.
What is the divine nature and where can it be found?
It’s your thoughts found the world you’re in,
and you go from there.
The above air in the lines’ all that matters,
but anyway,
movin’ all that mass.
What was wrong?
Your mind is a stronghold.
It caters to its own kind.
You can’t get at it easily
with your conscious mind,
the way a neighbor thinks.
We suspect each other.
But double down,
in your underwear,
open closed doors,
and you can catch your neighbor’s thoughts about you
and where they’re at in life.
Test this link.
The inner television
is kinda a body temperature,
and I’ll figure it now
one word:
peace.
You really want that to happen.
Did he trouble you?
Mustn’t give him
some blacklist.
I wouldn’t back down.
Be a light unto him,
and you are on the case man.
You hear them all the time.
You hear the community thought
with the bodies of your mind,
and no conscious person see it happen.
This is screened, subliminal.
You take them from the field your thought,
as you are fooled:
they’re your thoughts.
They come in your mind like you.
How do I know this?
I study mine,
and I’ve opened those closed doors,
and I study all the time.
Go Big Brother.
A few moments time,
there you go,
I’m off the net,
and you never even knew I was there.
Sit Bruno.
Sit media.
People are searching.
The official account sucks,
and all the fringe theories comply.
There you are with question tape.
Are you a fringe theorist too,
no different than all the rest?
You’re media worthy.
No one can deny that.
You’re not a division conspiracy.
You promote unity.
You give answers to burning questions
in the literature of true mysticism.
There is no fake in your account.
You weigh on things,
go deep into matters,
expose the core.
That’s not valueless.
If you’re gonna trust someone,
tell me why that wouldn’t be you?
You know how to speak the truth.
You just protect yourself.
You will land a lot of votes one day.
Big deal you say.
You’re in the thick of it now,
feeling like a fool.
I don’t want any of those kitchen parts.
I elevate mass shooting to lie.
We hear from the conspiracy keepers.
I think the mainstream media has a fact sheet,
and they got it all wrong.
It’s not individuals with guns;
it’s the whole damn society,
and we listen to man.
We listen to man explains.
Honey a higher power called.
It’s on alert.
That poet explains.
He was a link sunk because he was honorable to my heart.
Trapped in this animal explains.
This is not a localized crime.
A thief in the night has come.
He’s carried away your children
in body bags.
Now let’s control this demon.
You think it’s a hack job,
some guy alone in his underwear
just does everybody in.
We can’t lift our feet from this.
It is so in our face.
What do we do about it?
Study the phenomenon in aftermath.
We look at individual responsibility and gun ownership.
No one sees the ticket.
It’s a hate crime.
Hate is all over the place.
It’s gotten in our underwear.
We pick it up and shoot people with it.
Hate kills.
Hate is ever present among us.
It’s difficult to follow.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
That has come from an inner leaping.
We share consciousness in shares.
Ideas and memes flow between us
and the feelings we all share.
Pick up that gun and shoot it,
this is inner wear.
A thought has come
from the crowd.
It’s packaged hate.
Everybody’s doing it.
The inside thought process,
people hate each other.
Now this is the remote.
The lone gunman’s a brand.
He has all the right equipment
to pick up our hate and kill the crowd.
He was raised that way.
This happens everyday
it’s so big.
A suicide vest determines it
in other countries,
or a car murder weapon,
a knife or an axe.
It’s the same phenomenon.
We all do it.
Why?
We’ve picked up the virus:
we’re hating each other in our thoughts,
and we imagine violence,
play that in our mind.
Don’t call it a mass shooting.
We handle our brains,
punching people,
tellin’ them off.
Imagining more calamities
an exercise.
Well just do your neighbor in
if he offends you.
We box his ears;
we just send her packing,
all in a mind’s eye.
And there it goes,
straight to that rifle,
and a lone gunman
branded, look:
he carries everybody’s hate.
How do we profit from this?
Let’s go back to rooster crowing at dawn.
You just put down that gun,
that rifle,
give good imaginings to people
in your feeling thoughts.
I know what you’re saying.
I can’t get it in.
There’s a whistleblower.
It’s this specific hate you feel in a crowd.
Somebody’s hurt you
or your family,
or you see them on the world stage doing that.
They’ve done wrong and need to be punished,
even if it’s just offended you
by calling you names
or putting you down,
undermining your position.
You want them to pay for what they have done.
Can we see this is epidemic now?
Oh yeah,
cancel everything
to do with gun control.
It’s a family weapon.
We need it to shoot intruders,
protect ourselves from the vice.
We won’t let you in.
We imagine horrible things
in any commotion you make.
We use guns in our minds
to straighten people out.
Are you a gun owner?
Ever done that:
they just need to be shot?
Is that a meme?
It’s comin’ tomorrow
we control our guns
much better than we do now.
A daily gun,
systemic hate,
we take this around and show it to people,
all over the place.
We unfold as humans,
learn more about our stuff,
the inner side of relations,
and become more kind to everyone,
where it really counts,
in our minds.
I’m yesterday.
Nobody knows it’s there,
but I have to tell you about it anyway
and be not listened to.
Ladies and gentlemen,
it’s got our progress,
the poetry I share online.
You’re dismissed.
You hear the voices, don’t you?
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.
Yes of course you can go beyond man.
I felt the house alone.
I stood there on a bridge of time,
not expecting outcomes.
I just saw reality.
It was frozen bare,
and it challenged me to think
surpassing thought.
I was alone in the room,
and even Nitish was there
and my beloved dogs.
I heaved,
approaching the Silence.
It was an illusive prey.
Infinity stole my mind.
It grabbed me by the Silence.
I was a good day.
I cooked lunch,
did my duties
and took care of the people around me.
They were fighting their own battles
and needed my help.
I stood there and be a friend.
I listened to myself
giving them what they need.
I was withdrawing from time.
I stared at the gates of forever.
It orange glowed.
I gathered myself.
I didn’t have any pockets.
Things were to me on the shelf.
I craved no vital indulgence.
I was tired of the play.
Relaxing it was just to stop my thoughts.
It stood upon a verge of time
unaccompanied by time.
I was in that place where God was
the spectator in the room.
Sri Aurobindo held my hand.
The Mother surrounded me.
I loved myself,
faults and all,
but I was in transit from the center of the room.
I was beginning to smile.
I was beginning to hold water,
reacting less to things around me,
but still a reaction bore.
It was a principled state
that divined the reality of others to themselves.
I felt them Self with me.
I felt them safe with me
reacting less and less.
The world was a communiqué and a sound.
Still I was hated
in Auroville
and by the yoga.
No one looked at me
with kind eyes.
I understood and did not hate in return.
I continued to send them postcards:
help me
undo being this outcast among you.
It fell on deaf ears.
I was pariah.
Hello?
Great big bold thoughts,
when they looked at me,
gave them pause to think
for one second.
That’s it.
No one would talk to me,
except to brush me off.
I realized the condition of man.
We are animals in nearness to each other,
even when we have our high ideals
and so many rhymes to sing.
When you’re an outcast you see that.
We are stuck in our ways,
and change is a four-letter word
when you hit that most basic stuff,
someone’s morality,
their motherland,
their lens with which they view the world.
Can you tell me what changes minds,
open hearts
to what they are closed to?
What a position I’m in to learn that.
Our race is doomed,
and the divine has chosen the wrong race to foster.
Change is incremental and slow,
if it happens at all.
But then I look in my own eyes
and see what’s happening with me.
Oh my God we have a chance.
Oh my God we have a chance.
How do you fill in light?
How do you bring change into the room?
You bring change into the room.
It won’t come any other way.
Okay children?
Harm's End 