Volume 2 Issue 3 April 2009

What is the first human power?
Understanding.
I give you long
Reason for it.
That's what we lack.
This person that I am has been a boulder
To yours.
Just have to remove it.
You would come out wide.
You wouldn't be there
Self-righteous
Or mean.
I've got some things to show for this.
He's gonna show
Directions to Supermind.
What did he do?
He gave you a proper story,
An offering of knowledge.
My proposal:
Get away
From the polish of form.
We splashed in our foreheads
And panned anger,
Threw that judicial out.
What do I do?
Read folks
A chipmunk story guide.
Getting used to the medium
Of all this shared web
Douglas made a movie.
One day it might slip-sword awake in meditation
If the mirror,
This process chipmunk,
Is good wrestle with the students.
You're from the seminary.
I'm from the price is right,
A full-bodied sadhana.

A Death Pen In Thy Every Errand

Fiction

A number of years ago I read a beautiful book called Masters of Enchantment: The Lives and Legends of the Mahasiddhas. The book contains translations of ancient tales from the Vajrayana or tantric buddhist tradition which depict unusual and unlikely cases of enlightenment. In the spirit of that tradition I offer you my own mostly serious but somewhat satirical story of a Mahasiddha. It is known as...

The Tale of Comecaca, The Shit Eater by Douglas M.

A long time ago in ancient Spain there lived a man whose birth name has been lost to history. Perhaps even the people of his village had forgotten his birth name for ever since he was a small child he was known to all as Comecaca, the shit eater.

The reason for this was quite simple. From the time he was a toddler Comecaca was possessed of an uncontrollable urge to eat human feces. For the young boy excrement was a delicacy without compare and the sweetest of all ambrosia. Naturally this earned him scorn and ridicule from all in the village, including his family. In fact, it was his own father that first called the boy Comecaca. Only Comecaca's dear mother, with the understanding that only a mother can have, continued to love and cherish her son in spite of his rather repulsive habit. In fact, she would even lovingly feed the boy her own feces as if they were milk from her breasts.

Thus Comecaca grew to adolescence enduring a life of unbearable shame and suffering, the life of an outcast. He had no friends and suffered relentless teasing from other children. Knowing that Comecaca could not control himself, they would present him with a heaping plate of excrement and laugh cruelly and pelt him with stones as Comecaca would greedily gobble up every morsel. The adults refrained from the more blatant forms of cruelty, but few could bear to even look at or speak to the boy so revolted were they.

Once he became a teenager, Comecaca attempted to curb his shit eating behavior but to little avail. Always he returned to his habit. Then when he was sixteen his mother became very ill and died. The boy was completely crushed having lost his only friend. Then came the worst of all betrayals. His own father called for his banishment from the village. The villagers voted unanimously for the banishment and with a heavy heart Comecaca left his village under an assault of jeers and stones.

For four long years he wandered friendless and alone. His only comfort was the eating of his beloved feces, his only joy in life but also the bane of his existence. Time after time he was run out of villages and cities for his shit eating ways. Night after night he cried himself to sleep thinking about his beloved mother. Sometimes he almost felt she was there with him whispering sweet words into his ear and stroking him with her soft and gentle hands.

Then one day Comecaca had had enough of life on earth. Having just barely escaped with his life from a nearby village, Comecaca stood by the sea. He longed to reach his end in her deeps, so he plunged into the water and began to swim away from the shore. And so he swam and swam until finally fatigue began to overcome him. Soon he knew, all his strength spent, he would sink below the waves freed from the burden of his existence. Then, to his utter surprise, his mother appeared on the waves before him. She said nothing but only smiled lovingly and he knew that she wanted him to live. Then she disappeared and Comecaca's felt a strength, a force descend into him and possess his limbs. He turned around and began to swim towards the shore. Such was the strength of the force that with little difficulty he reached the shore, but once he was on the beach the force withdrew and exhausted Comecaca dropped to the sand and swooned into unconsciousness.

For a while all was blackness. Then Comecaca found himself in a dream with the awareness that he was dreaming. He was in front of a large temple the likes of which he had never seen before. The front gate swung open and an old man emerged. The man had strange slanted eyes which Comecaca had also never seen, but Comecaca hardly noticed. What he did notice was the peace and love that radiated from the old man. He smiled kindly at Comecaca and said, “Long you have suffered young one. Would you like me to teach you the means to end all suffering?”

“Oh yes,” said Comecaca, “I would be most grateful. What must I do?”

“You must learn the ways of the Buddha,” said the old man, “And you must make a long journey to reach this temple you see before you. There I live and there you too shall live for a time. It will take you many years to reach me but in the meantime I will guide you and teach you through dreams.”

Then the old man briefly showed Comecaca how to sit in meditative posture and gave him instructions to concentrate his attention on his breathing. Then he said, “When you awake walk towards the north following the beach.”

Then Comecaca awoke to find it was morning. He was excited and full of hope for the first time in a long long time, and so he set out on the first day of his long journey. He traveled through many lands and had many adventures too numerous to mention here. As he traveled the old man would come from time to time in his dreams to teach and guide him. Slowly and with numerous relapses, Comecaca overcame his shit eating ways and peace and detachment became his intimate companions in the realm of self-mastery.

Eight years after setting out, Comecaca arrived at the temple of his master and seven years later he attained enlightenment.

Afterwards Comecaca ventured out again into the world and wandered as a pilgrim spreading the message of the Buddha and guiding young disciples on the path to enlightenment. After many decades of selfless service to humanity Comecaca ascended bodily into the paradise of the dakinis with a proud host of over 400 disciples.

The End

Extracts taken from the poetry diary
The Strength to Change the Heart,
A Transformational Journal by Donny Duke

Do you think you're lending library?
Are you fit to gather the Sun?
I would be a hold me down motion.
I can't get up from this couch.
Try to trailer need.
Right there something's wrong.
Only a Lord altar.
Need in you is larger than having your picture in Me.
I validate your local hunches.
You are beginning to see this formless thought.
It's a weapon on mastery.
Polish no-form
As the mode of your concentration.
You carry this constantly in your focused awareness.
This is larger than aim.
It will outgrow any hinderance.
Your thoughts cannot exceed it,
And it will bring the vocabulary of the unknown,
Will your mind to silence.
It is a vague pistol point,
Some ransom of your delight.
Hold it ever steady in motion
Clarifying your daily rounds.
You focus
On this whirl of tangible thought
You give no definition to.
It is not embodied in words.
It is a figure of luminous suspension
In your mind's eye,
Your heart's keep.
We hold the field here.
You've made room for the story now
Of all your worth.
Silently this regard.
I handle hard on him
Because he's there wasting so much time?
I beat 'im with a stick,
They gonna learn that way?
I am here to teach him.
God give a few minutes.
We film one extension cord?
No, it's time to go now.
All I had to do
Was focus on my awareness.
Lifted to his fifth.
Shifted to his go.
Handle time properly,
In such depth,
And you're headin' out in the Sun.

This time I found a...
Chalk is not the right word for it.
Doesn't give directions clear.
It's a line test.
You hold the thought in motion
Not clarifying any aim.
You can feel its movements sweep.
Vaguely you resist
Giving it definite form.
Hah, I fell off the wagon.
Bring it back on line.
Just align your mistake,
Giving it no regard.
Let's just do it.
It doesn't have to be looked at.
You'll need to enjoy this.
It attitudes field that way.
What am I supposed to do huh?
Americans,
They can't grasp the intangible.
Whose book you got?
It's a field open text.

* * * *

Because he redirected himself,
Because he came back to tell the story,
So exciting and so true,
We give him heartbeat.
I be no cause
To have you shoot me at the Nuremberg Trials.
I'm an independent agency,
Individualized answer.
I see God standing close.
I walked in here
In the very place I've done wrong.
It is on the motion of my disease
That I have found God's healing light,
Have opened the inner doors
To my main concern.
There to reach divinity.
Have far have you come
From divine process
In your moral reasoning.
You would have me veil my women,
Stand there supervised so as not to sin,
Or live away from any opportunity to do wrong.
You think in moral terms.
You would not be founding God
On human soil.
What is important to you:
We must enforce that moral rule.
You have your reasons:
Innocents involved,
The structure of society,
How many people fall that way,
And less noble concerns.
Why don't you put my clothes on?
I've gone down there and gotten something,
A sure witness perhaps
Of the right altered morality.
It is where you go find God
Faced with your desire's profile.
Can you think of a better measure for sacrifice?
It would be the place at which you break
You understand relations with God
And why He is your need above all else.
Language cannot clarify this point.
I'm not talking about some worship triangle.
My own divinity I'm holding close.
What else would show me worth,
Give me good reason to succeed?
Can you follow my Sun?
Or would you just hold a lowly hope,
Be a beggar's price?
There where you fall I show you climb.
You're making so much noise
I haven't even heard if I'm gonna be executed yet.
My noise defense
Against the tall and strange.
You're a social recall.
You would have me do business here,
Find my own divine smile.
It's here I fear the most.
I can't escape endeavor.
Who's gonna throw it away,
Me reaching for tantric keys,
Or you drawing moral lines only?
Study the field problem.
It's smart ain't it?
There's a surpassing of substance.
You wouldn't be held by outer circumstance.
I'm aware of that.
I couldn't do it.
You won't field put on.
Pass it go.

* * * *

What recent field folders
Have managed to scrape up
We can take a look at,
But it would take a long time.
Dairy fine milk,
That's behind me the Shop.
Just ponder itself,
The simple need for a devotional framework,
A divine image to call your own.
Not so for many.
Open my ears please.
Say you do happen to widen in the course of your strong development,
These Beings camp with you.
You know Their daily touch.
All of its relations,
They become your daily turn.
This Presence becomes your main concern.
It is broader than mind's sweep,
More intimate than knowledge.
On these folds you die
And reach Their heaven.
What a wonderful outburst
Of the delight of being,
But must you always count the stars?
Is there not a larger plan in life's room?
Can you count worship here?
Would it be bigger than belief?
Can it outgrow even the sum total of everything?
Look, you know the rule:
God is ever bigger than your broadcast.
The form of Him that you erect is a balance in Time.
It would not last through timelessness
As you took that stroll.
Here we are in Time.
It's needed the form that we love,
But for larger measure than a devotional reach.
Lemmie try that.
It's an exceeding purpose,
But you have a purpose arranged in time.
There you are at your divinity.
It's for this the stars were made.
It is not your devotional ladder.
You go there alone with God.
May I surprise you?
Consider love for God a keep.
Myriad forms bear witness here.
You can count them
Or put them all to sleep.
Either way a formless thought in motion:
Love God the answer's deep.

* * * *

Touched it nominally,
What falters in our aim
As an evolving social organism
Getting out of animal impulse.
No new theology.
Ignorance is the way large put sheriff positions
Strive to correct us.
I've got to go to court to see...
It just broke,
Without any left-wing politics.
I'm a role of taking divine advocacy.
You ignorant police department,
Do you evolve here?
All these people
We put on trial,
Are they corrected?
No thought with this.
People are just outraged
By what someone has done
And want him to pay.
How many times does it repeat behavior?
Is crime still among us?
Most modern?
I give you an advocacy fire test.
If you come from disease
You can sense
I'm giving the problem the correct approach.
If you are some moral good person,
Nothing in your nature twisted or deafening,
Let's call it an impossibility,
Or near enough one,
For you to understand where I'm coming from.
This is an attitude of oneness.
You flinch?
You're so impersonalized
When it comes to the important stuff.
A reader's poll?
My readers
Have had a rare
Look at someone else.
They've crossed the poles towards knowledge by identity,
If they've let their guard down.
Can we kill a rabbit here?
You might be on my side,
Or at least you wouldn't chase me none.

* * * *

Realization,
That's what I brought here for.
That's the goal.
That's what I thought was important.
Can I get around that small baggage?
How do I lift my head?
Step over door.
Here I am.
How do I get over it?
Immediate range,
That's enlightenment's papers.
It's not your heavy material goal.
Read what was in there:
Fully inhabiting the human body
God's motion on Earth.
A student observation
Enlightenment's test.
How can we realize meal?
Take a static absorption in unity,
The enlightenment sequence,
And just go up.
Big daddy.
Your life-world,
It already appears
What an illusion would call its own dream.
Come further on
It is extinction's pace.
To Supermind,
Yes you go up.
I'll do it in about fifteen minutes.
He's a nice guy,
But he doesn't know where to put the sign.
You get up there,
You've followed extinction's path.
You don't extinguish yourself.
You're free.
You hear the music.
You've selected.
Can we get more chilling than that?
Hey I've handled that far.
Talked to you about it.
Go on and get a city map.
You would rather leave yourself,
Leave yourself in there,
– I could not get away from that pipe –
In the blissful state of immobile silence.
Understandable conclusion,
But you haven't seen Supermind.
It's who we are
All wrapped up in the activity
That surrounds the One.
Look field writer,
I really wanna raise you,
But I have to learn you better.
Bobby is very sure of himself.
It only weighs two hundred pounds,
His single sitting.
I've got work to do.
Sit here and listen to this?
An impossibility that climb.
Who does he think he is?
Aren't you intrigued?
Why do we have to read newspapers?
I think not.
Pure keep saying.
His answer's plain:
Be able to write it down
I'm sorry.
Purity here.
This is coming home his secret.
This self,
His energy was chosen
Cause it shows wide need.
I wouldn't call him different.
Relax.
It was bad man
In the Yoga practice
– We're cutting it off his lungs right now.
If you could see that –
We chose to go up there.
For reasons beyond protocol.
Queer lots of groceries.
You'd have to be hungry to eat.
A frank sincerity test.
Now,
May I catch 'im?
Supermind
Is not so busy feet.
It sits in perfect stillness
In the single activity of the One
On multiple field regard.
You have your station house.
You can't see this in words.
It's bigger than Time
In its time capsule.
Get the picture?
It's not something you can think up.
There's distance here,
But you are
Your original Person.
You've come home.
Tell me about enlightenment next.
That's the preliminaries.
That opens you up to Supermind.
The intent stays with us
In that vacant hush.
If you're in one of those
– Why don't you take your clothes off? –
Overmental airplanes
You don't have a new
Wide open
– Really?
I'm a doctor –
Look on the sky,
A formless guiding light,
You might not queue in time.
Can we draw rations here?
Daddy eat.
What we were doing:
Burn one down
The new,
A present obstacle,
A present attitude,
Where oneness gets away from us,
The moral self-righteous view.

* * * *

I want to brush my teeth.
A vehicle like this
No copy I
Play a character over Him.
Supermind's there all its own.
There was one other thing:
First thing I know I was watching out for my shoes.
Give to Me.
They'll be bhakti.
Pour a test.
You'd have your heels made.
What daddy?
It's the genuine article
You almost feel it.
Superstitions first,
Developmental ways.
You'd have to rock the boat clean
As you've seen Supermind.
Overmind cannot hold this movement.
It is larger than spheres.
I told yah daddy,
Things would be in your way,
What's wrong with your nature first.
That one stayed the book I need to try to discuss.
Nature is larger than individual field.
Cosmic,
It starts to manifest.
You have some attention.
It's not all grace.
They've seen your room,
And you become a target you understand.
They're crafty wars.
You carry motions larger than you,
And you take on to accompany world
And grow in its measure.
What a field habitat.
Here I've faltered most,
Just floundering in the sea of my own disease.
The amplified struggle,
The added burden,
And you just get more help.
Are you helped reading it?
I'm coming along fine.
Putting in mastery's margin.
You can hear the added result,
A more profound muse.
Now I rob your kingpin?
No, I give it to you in style.
It's not my motion
To be a divine guide.
Push push.
I'm not the only pepper here.
What's keeping you from climbing?
Let the self-righteous fumble worth.
Just do it.

* * * *

What was like that valley?
A moment far off,
And then, you're to blame.
I always go to France.
We would keep our whispers here.
They just keep a culture going,
What would be high if they made it work.
A religious or spiritual path
Put on as far as
Some daily mention,
Most people abide that way.
For part B,
The roadwork,
– Well I just know who He is.
Don't expect me to point Him out –
I mean
The experience field,
The inner contact,
The expanding room,
A greater deepening awareness,
A more mountain view,
And other hip parades,
They can't get the muscle here.
Open this side by side
With their moral outlook,
They can't make it.
I look at it like
It's a hidden world the world hides.
What a cunning curtain we're sheltered with.
But this is not protection.
It is ignorance's defense
From being totally wiped out.
Lemmie give you the phone.
Common ends, huh?
Can you call a deeper life?
Even if we do
We can in a moment's rush
Ignore the Unseen
And be just a wall of flesh.
How far are you willing to go?
Would you burn it down
If you were suddenly faced with it,
And it threatened to change your show?
We always do a load of dishes
As we encounter truth.
I'm not preying on people.
I'm giving you square one.
So go on and bend.
They'll be a day when it will come,
That fulfillment,
The supramental
Manifesting on Earth.
He probably doesn't want to understand.
It would be a distant view
He'd have to keep up with.
It would be easier just make it a moral concentration
And some
Daily highlight
I ritualize.
There target worth?

* * * *

Regular school tomorrow.
It's not so natural to become.
It's a missed opportunity for most.
Just getting intah the animal headquarters
Gives most people their propeller motion,
Despite any religious overtones their lives may attend.
You're coming up with the silence.
There's no station for you in regular life
In your animal wantings.
What pulls us to the aim of life
Has to be all important.
Please daddy.
Veronica wants ten rupees.
Should I give it to her?
She doesn't really need it.
It's just some little pop she wants,
Some scoop of ice cream.
How come you polish school?
A question for Donny.
Survival school.
What a sincere occupation.
I habitat need.
Tried to show you something.
It's not visible to you.
What you've done with the Integral philosophy I don't know,
But you've thrown me in the trash.
He'll catch up with yah.
He's boiling right.
You've thrown him need.
He got caught in the deal about something that was going on.
That's what he's dealing with.
I have a feeling that horses...
What, is he in margin of Shakespeare?
Is it in the trash bag stage?
No, it's Monday,
Time to read him right.
And he'll ask you a question:
What brings you to school?
Is it just simply necessary?
Can you live without it?

* * * *

Beyond the names of human aspiration.
Is this all we're dong here?
I thought You were gonna let us go.
Can you outgun the moon?
For your information,
Welcome to spirituality.
You need a ticket.
Separate in Space,
You're lost on your own.
Why on uniform?
You need a divine guide.
Unless We start backing you,
You're not going anywhere.
Mockingbird,
Any Brother knows how to do,
Help you surpass
All your stumblings.
Know how to do that.
But there's a wall here.
There's your own divine form.
Union in the future
Would not round with the deity,
But with your own divine spread.
This is value worth.
Can we keep holding here?
Is ego bound?
No limit can set you free
Unless it's a guide to safety,
And even then it only measures you.
We need lifted out.
This is God's favor,
A divine smile.
Some divinity finds you
And keeps you on your feet.
You would hold your breath here.
You have more than ego to surpass.
It's a giant uptake.
There's you own divinity ahead.
Josephine? who are you?
Hello Josephine.
I'll treat you long hair.
I'll be at the sugar store,
As the inside of things.
Take your pick.
One minute daddy.
Take your choice.
That would be good daddy,
The soul doesn't disappoint,
And we have become
Aware of now.
Let's do your soul.
This perfection in you:
The soul's the outer character.
We see our guiding light
Divine voice has fortified.
Come to the surface.
Let Me too show you something.
Means:
It can go up
With your whole nature.
Daddy,
A problem.
Whadda we do?
This is when Supermind leans down
And lifts us up.
There mountain
Suddenly just happens.
You just know.
You just do.
You're ready.
You haven't
Intended otherwise.
Well I promised Michael
I'll be free for Him.
I know
It's hard to understand,
The spiritual consciousness going together.
Supermind
Has been your choice
All along,
That highest in you.
You have been aspiring for your own divinity,
And here it finds you.
You won't find the divine guide your doorway.
That divine guide
Has overmentalized your consciousness,
Brought in the spiritual realization,
Assisted you with soul,
And you know what?
It's time to go.
Find that mountain
Our office worth.
What you need of Me,
It's the general link.
We cast you into the program,
Guide you to where it fits.
Your eagle I'd like to know.
It's a conditioning sequence
At the top of the Overmind plane.
It can see
Larger than itself.
If you're looking for names,
The Mother and Sri Aurobindo,
In unison and one.
We're the consciousness of the world
As it gets here,
Your consciousness
As you arrive.
Strange things
Abound for the seeker.
That means...
Blasted vegetables,
You have to divide all in a row.
We exist elsewhere
At the same time.
This is Our overmental attribute.
Can you multiple understand?
I tried to understand
But couldn't.
There are times not to go out.
I'd not fault you with that Family,
But that's not your paradise.
A formless notion now take ahold,
And see Us as still guiding you.
It's this formless you regard,
An image beyond measure
Not cast intah name.
You have to grow bigger than concept,
But bhakti still abides.
I stamp at least
Your picture
To get the formless close,
But it's not You I''m looking at.
An attitude big,
Still
Your boundaries are
In need for widening.
Politics,
You go and get political.
I think I
Can possibly understand.
You can leave it there learning,
But I'll tell yah now.
A picture's not big enough for the One.
You see what I'm saying?
Your bhakti must outgrow everything.
Is this just all shut up in one's self?
Is God?
All would find your bhakti close.
Your A-1 community,
The one you get bathed in,
Your surrounding environs.
You're surrounding community service.
Love from the center grow.

I was his wife,
You know?
It was My duty to rectify him.
How come it started to take?
The truth of the matter behold him:
All around him is conscious see;
This ever present regard sustains him.
A universal vision is taking shape.
He's dwelling in consciousness.
He would lift here
A universal cosmic consciousness.
His ego is still bound center.
Is that so?
Only time before the new vision arrives
As his managing sequence.
Look,
I wanna show you something.
Time has put on its magnet.
Time is perpetual motion
As it's seen by us.
It will draw the far off wait
Into delivery's hands.
I keep watching.
I mess up.
I'm delayed again.
Difficult.
This is all leading see.
Soon you will have mastered that movement.
This is all leading inevitable result.
Your consciousness has arrived.
Ego lasts no more.
I'm giving you continual see.
I don't plan to always beat up attendance.
A bare minimum,
You'll get down to there.
Now tell me how it fits
To get on up the climb.
This is highest in you.
You're taken up by.
What daddy?
There you meet Supermind.
We take that pursuit
And dress our bodies by it.

Indian languages,
Indian messages,
Indian letters too,
I wouldn't know this constant regard,
Regardless of energy.
They seem to serve for general purposes,
But they wouldn't answer all man.
You're gonna spend
All of enternity
Over on his bike
For kissing him,
The Hindu mountain regard?
If you take it from the Devil,
Yes.
Now I dare you
Just to let him average worth,
And then take what money seems yours.
You would betray no system
That is open to new development,
That genuinely seeks truth.
The Hindu money bag
Has an ever opening seam.
It can include new measure.
How they jingle,
Those coins that operate.
It's like you've seen inside
Some universal truth finder
That can get larger than itself.
Can you handle it?
Touched it
A little.
Sweet people,
They have all kinds of proposals,
Notions.
Sri Aurobindo wanted the complete philosophy.
He dug in truth for that.
Used it as medicine,
Then he went further.
He saw our ultimate aim,
At least as terrestrial creatures.
It's hard to find
In all this scripture
Labeled Hindu.
He found packaged handling,
Upward spirals,
Vague references to it.
He itemized,
Interpreted anew.
It's visible now,
But other than Sri Aurobindo's yoga,
No one talks about it.
I've pulled it out
In the midst of large concern.
An accomplishment.
See what I've done?
I'm not talking about my success against disease.
I've shown you Supermind.
From there I'm thirsty
A reader complains.
Giver her some
More open truth.
Hinduism just rattles the cage.
It doesn't break out of there,
Not as a oneness origin.
You get lost in its labyrinth.
It does not know how to clean house.
It's full of old dusty truths
Rotting away in Time.
There is no centralizing faith.
Can we consider disease?
We follow my equation.
We wouldn't have to warp its reason.
Hinduism bends here –
The tantric files.
I haven't given point by point.
I'm not into exact formulas.
This is a field science.
It's essence I show.
Now for your open-ended question.
Can you adapt?
Supermind need not be an Indian overseer.
Your system might contain its flavor.
Is the mountain hinted at?
Look bold
All the way through.
It's there behind the clouds.
The point I'm trying to make:
The Sun is there on your own path.
No Hindu is going to get there faster than you,
If you apply yourself to it.
A fitting would have to be made.
It's a broad muscle.
I can see it won't be easy.
I've accepted that.
A good reader understands.

I come out of there
As if I'm not even poetry.
These discussions are long in line.
I can't make them astounding verse.
Would the reader quib here?
Do I bruise my word?
Is it too prosaic for your tune-toned ear?
Follow its country mile.
You'd find a rhythm here.
The sentences are joined how?
Poetic beat.
They can't cap together like prose.
Hopefully that'll take the noise off.
You stupid English teachers.
Can't you see I'm bothering read?
There's a dictum here:
Man I'm not noteworthy;
I can't even past tense
The line read.
This is just ah
Throw out exercise.
Here's a piece right here for mixture.
Yep.
Now where is the cover story?
That's not a good poem.
I think I am.
I'm an interrupted silence,
A bizarre check in mood.
Can You center me?
Crazy Murttle,
She'd ask a star
How to get there,
The moon for advice.
And you know what?
They answer.
That'd be a poetic line.

* * * *

Inside worth,
Outside worth escapes us.
The other's a point.
It seems to be winning.
Good movie,
The Inescapable Sea.
I'm surprised to see you here children.
Your inner dynamics are so keen.
Good problem Asiya:
One or the other,
An inner room focus or an outer life TV.
They just can't seem to share the same garden.
What do we do here, propose?
I'm fundamentally searched for,
What keeps your inner room alive to outer concerns
Without them bothering you,
A masterful equation.
He who poses this right
Will inherit the kingdom,
A terrestrial divine living.
What do I do?
I'm not interested
In a bridge too far.
Why daddy?
I'm not gonna beat my head against the wall.
I gave him another one of those shirts,
Repair limits.
It came from the Earth.
He gets one little corner flush.
Marine do you know?
How the hell you're supposed to know?
You find out what exists.
But what you know,
Touch a lot more with your thinking with the word know.
You raise your ground.
Contact with form.
Bad fighting doesn't always have to be fighting with bad feelings.
It knew how to beat them.
They're your character armor.
With your knowledge,
With your ignorance,
They keep you from touching up there.
One other place makes that Lake City:
Get over it seems like it.
Dad?
Yeah he fell out there,
Not just the future,
Or even pencil sharpeners,
But the actual West.
You sit down awhile
And get to know in contents.
The West's strength is in material guard.
What daddy?
The One is your hidden ice cream.
Finally you're addicted to it.
The One is on the inside of things
Looking out.
You savvy my direction here?
My goodness,
All that just to get a beer?
It wouldn't be drunk.
You fly out tomorrow.
So you're going comfortably.
Did you say anything?
I tried not to speak aloud my plans.
Economic research,
One to do aim.
There's no concept of what It isn't,
So everything's fair game.
Wait a minute,
You wouldn't devour it.
It would be naked for you.
No need to possess its toy.
You've got that bank account.
Who wants another, and another, and another?

All that garb,
Donny I simply must comment on.
You've scheduled Him so.
Why would He center on disease,
Allow you to swim near its distance?
If it cut my Father.
Come here Mr. Duke.
Since you've begged for mercy in that regard,
Donny I'm here to help.
I have a sleeveless program.
I'm not just gonna jerk you around.
You will know I'm here.
Excitations in pulling me out of it,
My native truth comes to the surface.
He's not about forcing me to continue.
What my perfection wanted,
That's His anchor point.
So I'm showered with aim.
This sees me right.
It's a high accord,
Harmony's worth.
Sheltered aim?
Man I'm gonna ride that horse.
This would be divinity mount.
Your high worth,
Where is your muscle on it,
In cross-examining me?

* * * *

Lying in a perfect body,
No I don't hold it against you.
The little container,
It would be the right size in any case.
It fits you then,
A bright union baby under the stars.
What this is
Imagination wonders.
It would be set in motion by a unity curve.
There would be delight in its strings,
In its every muscle pull.
First ritual,
It will be a silhouette for use.
Our presence is bigger ever still,
Our habitation a larger dynamism.
It can see past need.
No cravings there for touch.
You understand?
It would be larger than any thirst.
Hunger could not assail it.
I mean mighty in its room.
There would be no sickness or disease.
Even accident can't claim its right.
Time she travels,
And she'd be there to fill our need,
A luminous body
That would get our message done,
A clipper
Sailing through the dead end of night
To an arrangement it advances on.
That wouldn't stop us,
This body measuring death.
I think a new form will rise.
Now put that in your hillbilly.
You recognize what feels true?
Boarding pass
Red color.
Now if you wide
The body can be made to feel bliss
From its holdings inside.
No outer touch necessary.
It's what you try on first
To champion the body.
Come, grasp this road.

* * * *

Since his cruelty We've compassioned on,
He could see better.
The physical body gets in the way.
It's your benefit
I'm sorry.
Once your sister,
She's gotta grow larger than sleeve.
Save that exposed part
Thank you.
Edible on the inside,
Its folder part.
Now don't waste away a Spirit's motion.
Not gonna be board with it.
There's something else.
Bliss lifts the body.
Man this is universal energy,
Impersonally fine.
There are things working in us beyond Earth system
Where we've opened that far.
That comes to be known
As a body sensation
In our mastery.
She's so lost in space can't even be by me again.
It's only in flames how this thing
Relax people.
You would not be startled by it.
It's so ground zero
Maybe it's a comfortable margin
To move bodily away from each other
And still feel the soft and warm,
Intimacy distance keep.
What the hell's going on?
Next week his exams finish
He's a wide open bliss.
Pleasure can hold us all true.
Can your morality feel that?
Are you in line for this?
The most witness warm.

* * * *

I don't have to hit that mark as a caucus of withdrawal.
Inner renunciation provides the key.
This is easier to eat stuff,
The divine cornbread.
I held it up there,
Where I place my consciousness at,
In the midst of what I would find attractive in this world.
You would get used to it.
I would get sunbeams.
Can I be out here?
Bite daddy people.
I need to be footloose and fancy free
On the inside.
I can be snared by no outer motion.
Hold open the battleship,
Langley Air Force Base.
If a motion grabs my room
I pull myself over
And practice the guitar,
Or I make a movement with my mind
To capture the One
Vying for my attention
Through that outer screen.
We're dedicated here,
All about what's worth.
Spirituality loses its essence seers.
It only holds a distant light.
It will not stand in the world an integral power.
Spirituality is not master of itself.
It cannot manage the world in harmony with its aims.
Where is the blame for this?
I point at odd stuff.
We don't integral find a kitchen key.
We don't integral find a temptation.
We don't stand up to its regard.
We put it away from us.
We can't have that.
We can't have its correction.
Now here's the coupon daddy.
Give me a big test
Of what I'm actually doing,
Changing the consciousness.
Do you leak forever?
Irons clothes.
Get your headgear in order.
The being walks forward into a sunless infinite
Not monitored by temptation.
It's got bigger tests,
That climb to Supermind.
No one would want this attainment:
In the midst of your desire not touched by it,
Exposed to what ails you and not get sick.
Examples, it needs some examples.
I'm standing there gathering arms.
Now who told you to go through this bully?
It's my proper field arrangement.
I've met soul there.
Each case is a mountain all its own,
But that's mine to climb.
Can you understand witness?
Inside the law of things
One individual's mastery
Can bring this intah focus for the mass at hand,
For his total group.
Are you changed with you now,
Or do you have that exact same view,
The one that sees me wrong?
Pretty simple:
Naturally occurs.
There tests.
You wouldn't set this up.
Soul and Nature come together for program.
We watch this spring up.
A circumstance comes intah play,
Mounting on its own.
We have the necessary implements.
It is the acme of a culminating lesson dance,
And here we are ready for its full-arm swing.
I happen to have my key.
Difficulty's just an accepted load.
I just live on the job.
I'm not finished.
I have a spiritual consciousness to achieve.
Mastery grows this.
You should just figure it out.
Look at me.
Do you think I'm ugly?
Looking at it from another standpoint,
Am I on the way in the Yoga?
Am I Sri Aurobindo's disciple?
Don't you wish
You could know if it were real?
You know what I'm sayin'?
Virginia,
Hey I visited that place.
Read the children's book.
We initially thought earlier stages were obstinately hard and serially troubled.
It's the man-fit-thing, that's what gets you.
Hello?
Do you think I'm a babe in the woods?
This is in a lifetime quest.
Daddy somebody dear our frog daddy.
Pipe down children,
You got it easy.
World program,
World people,
A paradigm I'm seein'.
Try to see.
I hope they can see that you live up near the heights,
That you had enough life to be there.
Check me out,
Would my verse be to you evil?
Does it build reality's picture?
Wait a good minute.
The epic
Will come out
And bring some focused inner change,
And bring your partial guarantee
That if I do find you
I will bring your heartbeat to acceptance
Of even the bad man.
I don't see how.
Lay in truth and cut it on the One,
That man'll shine somehow.
I'm not gonna give 'im my bank accounts.
Hold on you.
He gives you that example,
This one writing now,
Of the focused inner change
Made outer reality.
What's the story surrounded by love?
Grab that,
Get that spirituality,
And hopefully he's not here
But has become a silent paradigm
To raise his anthem more.
They told 'im
Get out from under
This tree that everybody hates,
The mountaintop would be his home.
Is it so impossible for you to believe
A man can change?
Can you?
His story
Would be there to help.
A nice big one,
A chance.
What he can do
And the lives saved.
Would you kill this
Because your faith isn't strong enough
In God's transforming power?
This dark you been through,
And you came back to blindness?
Are you self-righteous?
Is that your highest term?

* * * *

Didn't know who you are.
That's the way that heroes are,
Do human need.
Keep going with it.
Becomes a human story gaining weight.
Gets paperwork.
Trying to get to the point.
The point is the baby grows up.
The story is large enough to wear
A reader's view.
The story listens to people.
It livens need.
The hero comes from a blind alley.
He's opened that road to sight.
He is large distance here.
He's made it real for everybody.
You can feel this simple curve.
His struggle helps prepare yours
Or helps repair yours if it's fallen in the sink.
This is an epic movement:
It's had tragedy as its trailing guide.
Now what monitors worth?
We'd have crossed them,
Toolbars to the unknown.
There a larger Space would call.
Alright,
Know him now?
He's human hope.

(If you’d like to read more of my verse but written not for the Yoga specifically but for the world at large –socio/political/spiritual– or have some inspired poetry of your own to submit I have a non-literary poetry ezine of instrumental verse: http://theatomicreview.blogspot.in/)

 

Volume 2 Issue 2 February 2009

Live dreams are a network of
The right equipment,
Bold and parallel lines of development,
The story now,
The seeds of a person.
To gather one hundred percent I would say
Sleep on it
The finest intention,
With a whole lot of remember going on.
What teach him that?
Society gets to be a conforming bell.
Can this start with quality?
I would tell you in The Chipmunk Press,
Vision's lines and deep,
An excellent recovery folder.
I would say read it.

From First From Within

A column dedicated to exploring the role of dreams, voices, and visions in the integral yoga.

By Douglas M.

Those of you who read the last issue of The Chipmunk Press know that Donny contributed an article about anger. While he was in the process of writing that article I received this line from the inner voice:

I unpolish anger.

This I felt was a call for me to work more on my own problems with anger. So I tried to be more conscious on that morning and was surprised to find that, under the surface, I felt that I had a right to be angry and to express anger as a way of asserting myself or getting what I want. I could see that these feelings were ‘polishing’ my anger, that is, they were shining it up with the lustre of legitimacy. To counter this I took the line’s advice and reminded myself that there is no justification for anger. As a result, I was able to keep myself from being carried away by the impulse to get angry (on that day at least).

So this is what the line meant for me and my process, but I also suspected that I had picked up on Donny’s process and what he was trying to convey in his article. He had told me himself that one of his primary goals was to point out how we wrongly legitimize anger and its expression. In light of that, it struck me that the line could be a nifty title for his article, so I thought I might offer it to him for that purpose.1 I thought it best however to wait until I had read the completed article before saying anything. If afterwards it didn’t seem like a fitting title then I would say nothing.

After reading the article though I had to admit that I thought it would be a very good title and better perhaps than the one Donny had chosen, which was The Anger I Found in a Poem. At first glance I couldn’t see much logic in the title that Donny had chosen. Sure, there was poetry in the article that addressed anger, but that was just a circumstance. The real aim of the article was “to question anger.”2 I realized however that Donny had gotten his title from the inner voice as well, so I knew better than to take it at face value. There was almost certainly another meaning behind it, but despite my efforts I was unable to figure out what that might be.3

As a result I was unsure whether it was appropriate or not to offer him the line. I was also hesitant because I could see that my motivations in the matter were mixed. On one side there was the more sincere desire to offer it to him because I knew he might like it and be grateful to use it. On the other side however I was vitally attached and identified with the line and wanted the vain gratification I would get if he were to (ahem) grace his article with something that came ‘from me’. Given that, I knew that there was a very real risk of the vital getting offended should he reject the title regardless of how politely he might do so. I also felt that Donny himself might have some type of vital reaction because he was attached to ‘his’ title. So in addition to one of us getting irked I also could also see the possibility of things degenerating into an argument.

You might be wondering why I didn’t just ask Donny about his interpretation of his title. Well to be honest, from what I remember that didn’t seem like a good idea to me, but I can’t now recall exactly why I felt that way. Most likely it was because I believed he might pick up on the fact that I had an unspoken reason for asking the question and would then press me about it. All I can say for sure though is that for whatever reason or reasons I felt my only two options were to offer it or not offer it. Looking at the situation objectively I felt that in the grand scheme of things it didn’t much matter if Donny’s article had the best or most appropriate title. It didn’t seem important enough to me to risk one of us or perhaps both of us having to deal with a vital reaction or worse, having the ugliness of an argument. So I decided I would just forget about it unless I got some kind of clear sign that I should bring it up.

It was difficult however to keep the issue completely out of my mind, and I found myself falling into the same repetitive trains of thought regarding it. I wasn’t anguishing about it by any means, and even to say I was mulling over it would be an exaggeration., but it was a nuisance so I was quite glad when this line came:

I don’t need to dress that page.

That was all I needed to hear. After that I was able to drop the issue completely and was no longer bothered by repetitive thoughts on the matter. But even though I was bailed out this time, the very real problem remains of the vital getting attached to things which come from my inner process. Like anything else I guess that will go in time if I keep working on it.

***

Recently it occurred to me that I haven’t spoken much about visions in From First, From Within. When I thought about why that was, I realized that in truth I don’t have as much of a handle on visions as I do on dreams and the inner voice. I honestly can’t make much out of most of the visions that I have. Even if the visions are quite clear they often slip away from me when I come up out of the light trance in which they occur. But even when I can remember the visions clearly I find that, like dreams, they often involve quite ordinary activities that don’t seem to have much of a symbolic meaning. They also often portray people in my life and seem to be giving insight into them or their lives but it’s usually in a way that’s quite hard to interpret or even if I can interpret it I can’t figure out how to use or apply the information. I do have a very good example though of a vision that gave some very thought provoking knowledge, and shows how visions can widen our consciousness and our outlook on the universe, even if only temporarily. Let me tell you the story.

About a week before this particular vision I watched a science fiction movie called Serenity. Both Donny and I found the movie to be quite enjoyable and Donny said that one of the things he liked about it was the fact that the characters were so well developed. He said that he suspected the movie was meant to be a lead-in to a television series. As it turned out he was inversely correct. Curious to find out more I did a google search and discovered that the movie Serenity had been preceded by a television show called Firefly that featured the same characters. The show had been canceled after just one season, but it had developed enough of a cult following that a movie had been produced to satisfy the fans and to wrap up some of the loose ends of the television show.

So here is the vision:

As the witness I can see this sort of ball made up of images of characters and scenes from the television show Firefly. There is light coming forth from the ball, but it is also partially covered by blotches and sinews of a black material that is trying to completely engulf it. I know (the way you just know things in dreams and visions) that this ball represents the life of the television show and that Death (represented by the black material) is trying to kill it. I realize it’s the love of the show’s fans that is keeping it alive even though the show has been canceled.

There were a lot of things I found interesting about this vision such as the fact that something like a television show really has a life of sorts and also the fact that the love of the show’s fans was keeping it alive. What really intrigued me though is what it shows about Death.

Before having this vision I hadn’t really related Death to anything except the death of living physical organisms. But now a light switched on in my head and I walked around for about a week marveling at the fact that Death really is responsible for the destruction of all forms and things, even a television show or an idea or (as Donny pointed out) even a state of consciousness. There were other results too. Looking at the world through the lens of this idea I found my mind more naturally and spontaneously regarding things in terms of universal processes and forces. In addition, the vital was excited by this idea, and as a result life and the world temporarily lost some of their normally mundane hue and seemed more vibrant and alive. Now I think its important to point out that this wasn’t my experience twenty-four hours a day. These things would come and go. I think its safe to say however that there was a general widening of the consciousness. The question is though: why did the vision have this effect?

Prior to the vision, if you had asked me if Death is responsible for the destruction of all forms and things my logical brain would have said, “Of course it is,” but it wouldn’t have had much impact on me. With the vision however I really saw this truth in a way that penetrated more deeply than a mere superficial intellectual understanding. I recently came across a quote from Sri Aurobindo where he discusses why visions have this effect. He says that:

The inner vision is an open door on higher planes of consciousness beyond the physical mind which gives room for a wider truth and experience to enter and act upon the mind.4

If this is indeed what happened with me, I think it would be correct to say that the result was what you might call a ‘realization’, but only on the level of ideas. It was not a realization in the spiritual sense of the word which would entail an actual and permanent change in consciousness. Now because the realization was only on the level of ideas the novelty of it wore off after a short time as it became just an ordinary part of my mental framework. I find its like that. Even the most extraordinary idea soon becomes old news and ceases to offer much excitement once it has been integrated. I suspect however that such realizations and their results have a cumulative effect of which we are largely unconscious. It seems to me that every time we have a widening of the consciousness for whatever reason or for whatever duration it takes a little chip out of the foundation of our separative identity. It just happens so gradually we can’t observe it, or even if we can observe it the process seems to be so agonizingly slow that we find ourselves wondering how many years/decades/lifetimes things are going to take.5 With that in mind I’d like to end with a quote from Sri Aurobindo to help us in those times when hope is scarce and success seems unreachable.

When thou art able to see how necessary is suffering to final delight, failure to utter effectiveness and retardation to the last rapidity, then thou mayst begin to understand something, however faintly and dimly of God’s workings.6

Notes and References
1. I know from experience that you can receive things via the inner voice that can be used creatively by others. For example, Donny once received some lines that helped me to rewrite the end of a short story.
2. Duke, Donny. “The Anger I Found in a Poem”, The Chipmunk Press
http://www.thechipmunkpress.blogspot.com/ December , 2008
3. A couple of weeks after that issue of The Chipmunk Press went out, I asked Donny about his take on the title. He told me that in his poetry a person is often referred to as a work of art such as a poem, a painting, etc. So The Anger I Found in a Poem means ‘The anger I found in myself.”
4. Sri Aurobindo, Letters on Yoga–Parts 2 and 3, Sri Aurobindo Birth Centenary Library Volume 23, Sri Aurobindo Ashram, Pondicherry, p. 933.
5. Though I haven’t personally experienced this, I do feel that it is possible to have a rather sudden or unexpected shift to a higher state of consciousness that is temporary and from which one returns to ego consciousness. Such an experience would obviously produce immediate and fundamental change in one’s identity structure even within the confines of the ego. I imagine though that even people like this, in most cases, would still have their share of slow and difficult change.
6. Sri Aurobindo, The Hour of God, Sri Aurobindo Birth Centenary Library Volume 17, Sri Aurobindo Ashram, Pondicherry,p. 94.

Extracts taken from the poetry diary
The Strength to Change the Heart,
A Transformational Journal

By Donny Duke

Avalanche,
At certain times it just hides us.
What we know fresh from God
Aligns us with the unknown.
I'm in this deep pocket.
The outer figures are a story's match.
Have access to unlimited material.
Would you broaden this arm?
I can't eat the limited
And still find time for You.
I'm startin' up the circle again
Where You are my center piece.
Help, the reader asks,
I can't borrow this.
Before awakening
You would need to ride a locomotive.
It's your center on faith.
Give him his line.
Wide the world-line said.
Carry this a little bit.
Where would be muscle back our history?
We haven't always been animals in flesh.
We came here a hope and a promise.
Though evil started out our days as walking men,
Or a branded touch,
Inevitability saw us rise.
This was no accident in time.
I am keen on motor skills.
Having become self-conscious men
We breached the world with our thoroughfare.
God's behavior
Was not our mounting close.
We come upon the world a branded claim,
And we engineer our strife.
Mars people said.
It's square one on us.
There needs to be a History lesson
Of the right attitude,
What we had and hid inside.
Are you gonna show up or not?
In our night's crawl,
At the vague beginnings of the race,
Large open lids looked out intah time.
There was a man,
The first from what I understand.
He killed.
To escape death
He just took off.
In this mountain hideaway
A seer's page was born.
He trained his body to relax,
And he listened.
Jacob will probably come.
It could've been Fredrick.
The listen page begins.
He played with the muse.
He doesn't
Have a fixed aim yet.
Well, divinity rose in him
To show him human worth.
He doesn't have a picture yet.
He holds open his stuff,
And in a moment that determined our future
He had a meeting with the Sun.
This held him open.
And he heard that...
Well what happened was...
He couldn't keep the vision.
No more his days alone.
He made a mistake.
He picked the wrong man
To buy with him.
What a boulder.
It will grow anyway.
Can't do.
There's so many pictures.
Relax your timetable.
I need a translation.
It pushes you away from wrong.
Became the sole reason.
Great defeat sat upright.
Gotta get outta here.
Let's get to the point:
Became the long run.
Purpose
Became a morality meter.
To surpass ourselves,
To go beyond the human measure,
To make the journey to our divinity,
Just became
The worship of stony Gods
And the rule to be good.
Now it's up to you.
Will you lift here
And cross thunder
To pick up our purpose lost in time?
Showed it in History.
A handful of heros.
Itemize daddy.
This is the reach for which I wrote.
What were we talking about?
I get lost so sometimes.
See, what I told yah, only good night.
I'm having to keep my hands clean.
I use up a rifle
I get to go up.
Look,
Morality,
That's your husband,
Your ordinary kind of husband.
Come 'ere.
It's not
Purpose.
It helps further out our journey
So that we can iron out God.
It's medicine.
It's not our goal.
Nonetheless give out progress.
You'd find me here
Ticket agent
So you can see
Round out purpose.
You missed out
Captaining morality.
The debris from your report
Nailed 'im.
Get it over with,
Your rendezvous in my office
And find your own town's worth.
Come on,
Flexibility see?

Poetry will lift you out of form
If its center can create.
Man, you wanted to watch it.
Ok, I just wanna watch it from my hotel room.
I don't think you're gonna go down this road.
Can see the man he is waking inside.
Keep your voices down.
Yeah, leave 'im alone.
Great was revision of standard guitar.
Have it put you at ten.
You can have it.
That side
Put:
A focus is done, you sit in your room and you do it.
I would've diapered-lab for you.
Come on kid, don't scream.
People's coming under the Buddhist tradition.
It teaches you not to fight.
It teaches you not to worry.
There at the correct hold him
To go over here
And buy zero.
You have a golden temple of worth,
But can you find it?
It's not even real.
Our answer to the dying.
I'll come on a joy,
But see it for what it is,
A skeleton of nothing.
The Buddha found his answer.
He came intah Silent Mind.
American History,
It's useless American History.
You don't need to check it out anymore.
The world is an illusion,
A meaningless tale.
In Silent Mind
The world is not real.
It's a trick of the hat think,
Because you don't think anymore.
All is waiting still,
But you see only illusion's snare.
It has you by the corners.
A bare minimum has been gained,
A thin disguise of nothingness.
You would go out this way.
You don't believe it.
The rest of you is a smile
Of something warm.
In such silence
You can almost see a form,
What lies behind everything
Not wanting to be known,
The stark Absolute.
How did it get there,
And what is its intention?
Being simply aware,
With no pinpoint location,
These questions do not rise.
That's your exit.
It's Nirvana you've beheld.
Curious
That you would have a sense of home.
Buddha didn't question
The great leads of thoughtless life.
He was only awareness.
There was no center of himself
On which to bank a thought.
Yet great thoughts came out of him
Like fired from a gun.
What executed this,
Non-existence?
Become aware by it?
Negative and positive,
Multiply the answer negative.
You never know.
I hope kiddo
You can go for something else,
For something.
Gloria's dead.
She's just a walking image.
She's missed the gate
To the beyond.
Her bliss didn't want anything,
And she saw no bridge
To the opposite side.
You did?
You don't have to be so careful
To interpret everything
As unreal.
No, English.
What kind of English you speak?
You speak no-English?
I'm having fine catch your problem
Like a warning.
Hey,
Be cool,
The goal I forgot.
I reached this middle phase.
We're just behind Dhina,
Sickening,
We're just behind him.

Angelo's stomach was about to blow up at this point.
So was Angelo.
He couldn't see reason deep.
God was some moral figure
Hating sin.
It would be a beggar's lot
To bow to Him.
A new picture arose on the screen.
To become enlightened,
What does that mean?
And he singled out his purpose.
Life was just a fabricated lie,
A cheat and hue upon the senses.
He'd known it all along.
There we find our reason's chase,
A purposeless vast.
A dime to remember
The story true,
But he'd curled in his thinking.
Escape seized hold of his heart.
Am I rotten eggs here?
You're on the hammer down view.
Can I get back into the ashram?
It's a measured pace.
You'd need your ticket.
Wait around the edges some.
Open up this hillside,
Where you and God live alone.
They're all dead.
They may not be here,
The story-Gods.
I wanna rest a minute.
I don't wanna deal with You.
Go sit somewhere else.
God has no form,
But He's closer to you than your eyelids.
Or you hold a form,
But see His no-form through.
Silence is there on the margin.
Sir,
I'll bring this out.
Jump in this riverboat,
I mean when you're ready.
How many rivers on a page?
How many pulled to ski party?
She joke boy, get you.
Oh please Charles stay with me,
Oh please darling.
The location you find of Silent Mind,
And you ask the Captain for return.
One thing we should know:
Any person of any faith
Can join this expedition.
It's a passageway to our grand design,
Our ticket through the universe.
We bridge infinity on this silence,
Holding dear our deep purpose.
This is our mounting towards Supermind.
On this thin edge it's built.
Am I hollering over your sight?
It's not a wayfarer's dream.
This is where reality meets the page.
Five forty-one,
Twas my personal answer spoke.
There is discovery here.

* * * *

Close to reality.
I'm pinpointing locations.
It's errors are our nights.
What's wrong?
It's not censored with us,
Loading.
A pain in the world sees.
Did you know fish feel it?
I'm looking for somebody.
Can't find Him.
You know He's got a cosmic hand.
He just might not be listening sometimes,
The immortal Supermind.
That is a hole in your pouch.
I'm planning fix can manage.
The tallest ship was at anchor.
I want my chair please.
Anyone could have known,
But it works for both of us:
I see Him as a living game
Extended in time
But also feeling
Timeless measure.
What's decisive about this?
Timelessness.
What did he say?
Supermind is a landscape all its own.
To raise His both flags:
Individual expressed in existence
And a timeless spaceless One.
He manages both fields
And a third:
He is all these existences.
It gives Him perfect relation.
Can He stand alone?
I'm not hungry.
He made reference to the fact He's not hungry.
Can it be He spoke?
There's a listening silence.

* * * *

I'm not gonna worry.
Everything's arranged perfectly.
This is supramental
In everybody.
Your name on it.
It orders the universe
Working out the principle whole.
It's a whole arranger.
This is perfectly expressed.
To our minds we see error and strife.
These are the superficial movements of the vaster plan.
A deep network of forces
Bring her,
Bring everything
Into a combined truth,
A harmony of sufficient lines,
Where they are going in school.
You would have to understand relation,
How as the inmost thing is expressed
A harmony is arranged in order:
All things together expressing their truth
Where the inmost is concerned.
Come, take a universe to do it,
Time and Space causality.
Here we are at One
Alive in details.
You're in the wash.
Now you see them.
The world is being arranged right in front of yah,
And you know its harmony swell.
This is your vision of God,
Real, concrete, and whole,
Wonderful to look at.
Purified to stand existence in that ray supernal
You look closely in the Sun.

* * * *

Made children look like ghosts oh boy.
Made children get out of the circle.
There, I had nothing to do with it.
What am I scraping here?
The average fact of children,
Their existence
As society measures it.
In a way I bespoke,
But it was God bespoke.
There's a soul in us.
Would that be the space,
Individual thinking mind?
Zero why not?
We're transparency.
Who can see the smoke for the bale?
We get up from our nap.
There soul we just were.
I'm glad I caught you.
A big backyard for my mind,
I try here oh.
Our children are walking strangers.
We teach them to enact the play.
This is done subconsciously.
You're not interested
In our dream behind.
I was very popular.
Twas outer vision that spoke.
Secret states
An inner kingdom wore
Are a hushed memory.
Come within a mile of me,
And your parents'll get worried.
Look you are this tree.
No, give it a name tag.
It's identity we fault the most.
There separation breeds lines.
Transpose this on a smile.
I'm not empty yet.
Cram this in your brain:
This is turf son,
A territory all marked off.
You'd need to have respect for little leaves,
But you know all things are one:
A better way of puttin' it.
Why would God carry the whole
In all these many names?
And why would He build a star
In all this emptiness of Space,
And put our lives here?
Questions our kids should ask.
Please tell me I'm dreaming.
I wouldn't see so cut off.
A child is a rightful thought
In folded principles.
It is their fellowship play.
That last and third wave
Is the greatest son,
But it can't be near.
Your face shall touch that sky
In the fullness of your years.
This is the supramental science.
One minute.
Set to become elk
The children of the family man
When we've grown tall enough to climb.
How instinct.
A box you climb out of.
A mold you outgrow.
This is supramental law.
I'm a labor on worth.
Our children sleep here.

(If you’d like to read more of my verse but written not for the Yoga specifically but for the world at large –socio/political/spiritual– or have some inspired poetry of your own to submit I have a non-literary poetry ezine of instrumental verse: http://theatomicreview.blogspot.in/)