Sunday, September 13, 2009

Babbling Brook


This body may be just an accident. This body may be a purposeful design for the incarnation of My (as in an interdimensional "creature" of sorts temporarily inhabiting a 3D body) "True Will". This body may be a pearl scattered by a pearl-master. This body might be only because the keeper of the egg and the keeper of the sperm joined their keeps during the particular moment that they did so. Or this body may just be a hologram for a ghost to play in and it shall awaken and find itself a cosmic butterfly, innocently flitting about billions of light-years away from any planet named "Earth".

Regardless, this pearl I hold shall one day fall to the ground, and be handed over to the sanhedrin of worms to be torn and shattered until there is no food for anything that lives, and death is Known as the silent hush that Is.

But, regardless of possible origins and possible mansions of escape, while in this body I best express my Will by being myself. By cutting off as much as possible the commands and wishes of others unless I can use them to acheive mine own.

No, Death is not my fear. My fear is agony and pain, or being tied up to machines like a frankenstein, while healthy people gather around my still living corpse and whine about "god's will" and my "sins" and trick themselves into feeling better by bringing flowers - yes by killing life. By capturing beauty, wild and free, thus giving us a sense of power over the land and sea.

I have expanded my consciousness to encapsulate the entire universe, or sets as it were, of multiverses. On and on, swirling moles of black holes, multitudes of screaming souls, rocks and fire and darkness....

A beauty so terrible that I am a wilting flower in its hand, plucked and dying. And during my dying, I do my best living...

...or am I just blabbing?

Saturday, August 8, 2009

Time, the highest God, hastens onward. There is, verily, no other force, higher than he.

Hymns of the Atharva Veda – Translation by M Bloomfield (pg 1442)
In praise of Kâla (time), personified as a primordial power.

XIX, 53.
1. Time, the steed, runs with seven reins (rays), thousand-eyed, ageless, rich in seed. The seers, thinking holy thoughts, mount him, all the beings (worlds) are his wheels.
2. With seven wheels does this Time ride, seven naves has he, immortality is his axle. He carries hither all these beings (worlds). Time, the first god, now hastens onward.
3. A full jar has been placed upon Time; him, verily, we see existing in many forms. He carries away all these beings (worlds); they call him Time in the highest heaven.
4. He surely did bring hither all the beings (worlds), he surely did encompass all the beings (worlds). Being their father, he became their son; there is, verily, no other force, higher than he.
5. Time begot yonder heaven, Time also (begot) these earths. That which was, and that which shall be, urged forth by Time, spreads out.
6. Time created the earth, in Time the sun burns. In Time are all beings, in Time the eye looks abroad.
7. In Time mind is fixed, in Time breath (is fixed), in Time names (are fixed); when Time has arrived all these creatures rejoice.
8. In Time tapas (creative fervour) is fixed; in Time the highest (being is fixed); in Time brahma (spiritual exaltation) is fixed; Time is the lord of everything, he was the father of Pragâpati.
9. By him this (universe) was urged forth, by him it was begotten, and upon him this (universe) was founded. Time, truly, having become the brahma (spiritual exaltation), supports Parameshthin (the highest lord).
10. Time created the creatures (pragâh), and Time in the beginning (created) the lord of creatures (Prâgapati); the self-existing Kasyapa and the tapas (creative fervour) from Time were born.
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XIX, 54.
1. From Time the waters did arise, from Time the brahma (spiritual exaltation), the tapas (creative fervour), the regions (of space did arise). Through Time the sun rises, in Time he goes down again.
2. Through Time the wind blows, through Time (exists) the great earth; the great sky is fixed in Time. In Time the son (Pragâpati) begot of yore that which was, and that which shall be.
3. From Time the Riks arose, the Yagus was born from Time; Time put forth the sacrifice, the imperishable share of the gods.
4. Upon Time the Gandharvas and Apsarases are founded, upon Time the worlds (are founded), in Time this Angiras and Atharvan rule over the heavens.
5. Having conquered this world and the highest world, and the holy (pure) worlds (and) their holy divisions; having by means of the brahma (spiritual exaltation) conquered all the worlds, Time, the highest God, forsooth, hastens onward.
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Monday, May 25, 2009

Kahlil Gibran - The Poet's Voice

Even though I have very little of his talent, I have related highly to the man known to the world as Kahlil Gibran - his temperament, his voluntary alone-ness, his writings of shame and exile, his mourning of a deep love that was removed from him by the vicissitudes of life and modern society. I relate to these feelings heavily, so much so that I consider him a kindred soul.....

On occasion, I will post some of his writings that I find particularly poignant.

With that short introduction - as I am sure you have heard of him by now, his "The Prophet" is immensely popular - I give you selections [with comments by me in brackets] from a chapter of "Tears and Laughter", page 85, called:


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The Poet's Voice
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The power of charity sows deep in my heart, and I reap and gather the wheat in bundles and give them to the hungry.

My soul gives life to the grapevine and I press its bunches and give the juice to the thirsty.

Heaven fills my lamp with oil and I place it at my window to direct the stranger through the dark.

I do all these things because I live in them; and if destiny should tie my hands and prevent me from so doing, then death would be my only desire. For I am a poet, and if I cannot give, I shall refuse to receive.

Humanity rages like a tempest, but I sigh in silence for I know the storm must pass away while a sigh goes to God.

Human kind clings to earthly things, but I seek ever to embrace the torch of love so it will purify me by its fire and sear humanity from my heart.

Substantial things deaden a man without suffering; love awakens him with enlivening pain.

Humans are divided into different clans and tribes, and belong to countries and towns. But I find myself a stranger to all communities and belong to no settlement. The universe is my country and the human family is my tribe.

Men are weak, and it is sad that they divide amongst themselves. The world is narrow and it is unwise to cleave it into kingdoms, empires, and provinces.

Humans unite themselves only to destroy the temples of soul, and they join hands to build edifices for earthly bodies. I stand alone listening to the voice of hope in my deep self saying, "As love enlivens a man's heart with pain, so ignorance teaches him the way to knowledge." Pain and ignorance lead to great joy and knowledge because the Supreme Being has created nothing in vain under the sun [I heartily disagree with that last sentiment, almost everything that exists was created "in vain"; i.e. its creation is its fulfillment. The rest of it is only man's attitude in relation to it writ large].
...
Humanity is the Spirit of the Supreme Being on earth, and that humanity is standing amidst ruins, hiding its nakedness behind tattered rags, shedding tears upon hollow cheeks, and calling for its children with pitiful voice. But the children are busy singing their clan's anthem; they are busy sharpening the swords and cannot hear the cry of their mothers.
...
Thou art my brother or sister because you are a human, and we are both children of the One Spirit; we are equal and made of the same earth.

You are here as my companion along the path of life, and my aid in understanding the meaning of hidden Truth. You are a human, and that fact sufficing, I love you like a brother or sister. You may speak of me as you choose, for Tomorrow shall take you away and use your talk as evidence for his judgment, and you shall receive justice.

You may deprive me of whatever I possess, for my greed instigated the amassing of wealth and you are entitled to my lot if it satisfy you.

You may do unto me what you wish, but you cannot kill my soul nor hurt my spirit.

You may tie my hands with chains and my feet with shackles, and put me in the dark prison, but you shall not enslave my thinking, for it is free, like the breeze in the spacious sky.
...
[P]rotecting others' rights is the noblest and most beautiful human act; if my existence requires that I kill others, then death is more honorable to me, and if I cannot find someone to kill me for the protection of my honor, I will not hesitate to take my life by my own hands for the sake of Eternity before Eternity comes.

Selfishness, my brother/sister, is the cause of blind superiority, and superiority creates clanship, and clanship creates authority which leads to discord and subjugation.
..
The only authority I obey is the knowledge of guarding and acquiescing in the Natural Law of Justice.
...
My soul is my friend and consoles me in misery and distress of life. He who does not befriend his soul is an enemy of humanity, and he who does not find human guidance within himself will perish desperately. Life emerges from within, and derives not from environs [even though it is heavily influenced by them].

I came to say a word and I shall say it now. But if death prevent its uttering, it will be said by Tomorrow, for Tomorrow never leaves a secret in the Book of Eternity.

I came to live in the glory of Love and the light of Beauty, which are the reflections of God. I am here living, and the people are unable to exile me from the domains of life for they know I will live in death. If they pluck my eyes I will hearken to the murmurs of Love and the songs of Beauty.

If they close my ears I will enjoy the touch of the breeze mixed with the incense of Love and the fragrance of Beauty.

If they place me in a vacuum, I will live together with my soul, the child of Love and Beauty.

I came here to be for all and with all, and what I do today in my solitude will be echoed by Tomorrow to the people.

What I say now with one heart will be said tomorrow by many hearts.

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

The Virus

This was written by me at a temp job in 1987 - yes, 22 years ago! Some things have changed....

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The Virus
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What is it like to be human?
-the creator of a world that is not there?
What is it like to be human?
-to see yourself looking through the inside instead of looking at a glob of dust and clay from a glass bubble floating in the spaciousness of a lost ego?
What is it like to be human?
-to be acknowledged as a human?
-to be loved like an individual?
What is it like to be human?
I stand empty, devoid of glory before a mirror of consciousness that rejects me.
What is it like to be human?
-there is a lot of fish in the sea, I am told.
The lumbering bear cub scares the fish-
when he arrives at the waters of the world and reaches out
-he grasps nothing.
What is it like to be human?
-not to scare off everyone by one’s inexperience and trepidation?
What is it like to be human?

My eyes bulge out and view a hostile society.
Is it paranoia?
-or a touch of truth caressing the cheek of my desires?

What is it like to be human?
-a serpent that puts fear into the strongest of beasts.
Must I crawl on my belly and grovel in the dirt forever?
What is it like to be human?

Why does society slither on its belly
-slimy and cold?
Zombies smile a false, dictated grin.
In another world one like you would be decapitated.

But then, so what?

I live forever
-I cannot die.
Cut off my head
-and I plant my multitudinous form somewhere else.

I am
-fear and loneliness

incarnate.

Thursday, March 26, 2009

I've been sick of this planet for over 30 years

From: "Speaking of Shiva", Translated by A.K. Ramanujuan (Penguin Classics, 1973)

1.

Look, the world, in a swell
of waves, is beating upon my face,*

Why should it rise to my heart,
tell me,
O tell me, why is it
rising now to my throat?
Lord,
how can I tell you anything
when it is risen high
over my head
lord lord
listen to my cries
O lord of the meeting rivers
listen.


2.

Why do I need this dummy
of a dying world?
illusion's chamberpot,
hasty passions' whorehouse
this crackpot
and leaky basement?

Finger may squeeze the fig
to feel it, yet not choose
to eat it.

Take me, flaws and all
O lord

white as jasmine.


3.

Shiva, you have no mercy.
Shiva, you have no heart.

Why why did you bring me to birth,
wretch in this world,
exile from the other?

Tell me, lord,
don't you have one more
little tree or plant
made just for me?


4.

Father, in my ignorance you brought me
through mothers' wombs,
through unlikely worlds.

Was it wrong just to be born,
O lord?

Have mercy on me for being born
once before
I give you my word,
lord of the meeting rivers,
never to be born again.


5.

I added day by day
a digit of light
like the moon.
the python-world,
omnivorous Rahu,
devoured me.

Today my body is in eclipse.
When is the release,
O lord of the meeting rivers?



* The word is Samsarasagara, the world as a raging tempest.
1. Basavanna, Vacana 8, pg. 49
2. Mahadeviyakka, Vacana 251 - pg. 115
3. Basavanna, Vacana 64, pg. 53
4. Basavanna, Vacana 21, pg. 50
5. Basavanna, Vacana 9, pg. 49

Thursday, January 1, 2009

Happy New Year

Adesh my (hopefully) patient readers!


I know it has been quite awhile since I posted anything. I really apologize. I have no internet access at home and have very little time at the office to cram in a post.

I haven’t really had much of a chance to go out on outings lately, so I do not have a much of backlog of events except for a trip to Dakineshwar (which I am including on this post) and pandals from Durga Puja, and there are quite a few of those photos! Our internet access at work is extremely slooooooooooooow and unreliable so trying to upload those is prohibitive at this time.

Also, my digital camera has ceased to work so even though I have had some interesting and beautiful adventures, I do not have any record of them! Of course, that makes the experiences more magical because the camera puts a division between the object and the subject.

But anyway, it is now the New Year and 2009 is going to be one hell of a year on so many levels.

To 2009!! Bye bye 08!!!!

I got a big kick out of "Emu Stop" lol.


From train stop, Dakineshwar is slightly to the left. Straight ahead is the bridge, one of 4 that cross the Houghly.


The coolest train station ever


Goraknath Temple off of VIP Road



Shiva Temple at the Goraknath Temple complex


Here's a view over the fence. Most Indians can't see this at the top of the wall was about my chin level...


Lokenath Temple, also near VIP Road, Kolkata


Breakfast not served.....



Yes, I stand out like this in every crowd!! You can spot me for a mile, even at a train station!!!!