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American Death


too many people packed into too tight a space on
the boat a pressure cooker population bomb of Pilgrim
extremist Christian immigrants on December 21 1620 in
Plymouth the locals welcomed the foreigners including
my ancestor Mayflower Compact signer Thomas Rogers along
with the half of them who did not survive the winter but
the seed of his son Joseph grew as the family tree under
whose shadow the natives died an American death


Iraq Afghanistan Palestine Libya Yemen
Sharon Arafat Khomeni Saddam Bin Laden
Reagan Bush I Clinton Bush II Obama
Munich Lockerbie Beirut New York Boston
fight the enemy until the last dying breath
until the world knows the way of American death


In seventeen hundred seventy five the embattled farmers stood
against the oppression of the British crown and today the
statue of the Minuteman stands with rifle on Lexington Green.
The 3rd Monday of April is declared Patriots Day in their honor
and for many other good causes runners from around the world
take to the streets 26 miles from Hopkinton to Copley Square.
The finish line on Boylston Street between Dartmouth and Exeter
is close to 209 Columbus Ave. where my ancestor James Upham
in 1892 conceived of The Pledge of Allegiance to the Flag.
In the year 2013 over 26,000 started out from west to east
up and down the Massachusetts hills toward their destination
next to the Central Boston Public Library, established 1848.
The pressure cooker bombs heard round the world exploded
at 2:49 pm injuring two hundred sixty four and killing three
including eight year old Martin William Richard of Dorchester.
Wide-eyed Martin had made a sign a year before in school
with the words “No more hurting people. Peace” written on it
above a peace sign a tragic prelude to this American death.


Immigrant Dzhokhar Tsarnaev of Kyrgyzstan and Kazakhstan
huddled hopelessly in the hull of a dark boat in Watertown
under the tarp perhaps imagining the Charles would flood
miraculously with the tears of the families of the martyrs
to swell up and float away his boat from the back yard so
unseen he’d drift along the currents of his dreams as
white robed mullahs guiding his passage with prayers
guard him against the swarms of stinging metal drones and
all pain forgiven his brother Tamerlan is there to greet him
at the jeweled shores of long-awaited Paradise but
it’s only sticky blood puddling under the gunwhales
of this little Mayflower of April which is going nowhere
in a spatter of bullets seeking a true American death


why are they shooting I have no weapons left
I have no voice left I have no plans
there is only a knife waiting for me
no longer the scimitar of revenge
just a surgeon cleaning me up
so I’ll look good for another American death


Left field theories bounce off The Wall, no home runs.
“Using this home-made incident the United States
could temporarily switch its alliance with and
the portrayal of factions in Caucasus-USA-created
Islamic Terror Cells in Caucasus and Central Asia
in the Great Game Scheme against Russia.
Overnight, with the designed-terrorist attack,
the US made the factions switch from Freedom Fighting Rebels
to Hottest Terrorist Cells associated with al-Qaeda.
The Russians would stand back on Syria, and remove themselves
as the obstacle in US intended invasion of Syria.
In return, the United States and EU, would support Russia
in a new battle against the factions in Caucasus.
Meaning: Russia’s soon-to-come ‘house cleaning’
domestic battles would not be ostracized by
the international community as ‘Human Rights Violations,’
but supported as ‘Russia taking positive steps
in counterterrorism efforts to wipe out radical
Islamic Terrorists.’” – Sibel Edmonds, boilingfrogsblog.com
Syrian death Chechen death Islamic death American death


Pilgrim, come home.
Your journey
has only brought you to
an American death.

 


Time Is Not


There is one eternality.
There are countless materialities.
Eternality is the background
of all the materialities.
Each materiality is a static state
containing all the universes.
Each materiality is different
from any other materiality.
Each materiality is always potentially
connected to any other materiality.


The observer is in
and of the eternality.
Each materiality is present
to the observer
for only an instant.
Then another is,
without a perceivable gap.
This replacement of materialities
we call time.
Each successive “instant”
is actually another materiality.


Space, or form, is real.
Time is not.
The flow or arrow of time
is a function of the background
of the materialities,
the flowing continuum of eternality.
Eternality is a real energy.
Time is not.
The sensation of time occurs
because the observer is
eternal consciousness
that can flow from one
static materiality state
to the next.


The observer senses
movement in materiality,
but there is none.
Time is a psychological phenomenon,
not a physical one.
Time does not exist
as an entity or force in itself.


In eternality everything is
simultaneous, moving, and alive.
In materiality everything is
separated, static, and dead.
Observers identify with material forms
until they realize their
actual personal form
of eternal selfhood.

 


Natural Physics


The subatomic
particle
is an indefinite
article.
We think the thing’s
a dot.
I’m sorry,
it’s just not.
When moving,
it’s a wave!
Can our sanity
be saved?
Now physics
has revealed
it’s a dancing
cosmic field
whose gestures
are the atoms
and whose purpose
can’t be fathomed.
So the micro
is the macro -
seed and garden.
Watch the plants grow!


 


Radhike


Radhe Krishna Radhe Krishna
Krishna Krishna Radhe Radhe
Radhike Ramana Radhike Ramana
Ramana Ramana Radhike Radhike

 


Soap


She could hear the bubbles popping -
soapy bubbles in her ears.
She hoped they’d go on without stopping.
“But they’ll shortly stop,” she feared.
Do you have a little pleasure,
one that you can call your own?
Like those bubbles that she treasured?
When it ends you’re all alone?
Then, “Every moment is a bubble,”
she heard a wise old woman say,
“and we’ll just get into trouble
if we try to make them stay.”
Now, after rinsing out the soap,
she’s happy – and beyond all hope!

 


Time Check


Don’t live in the past -
nostalgia is lamentation.
Don’t live in the future -
hope is desperation.
Don’t live in the moment -
unless you see it as a portal.
Live beyond the moment -
where you are immortal.

 


Bhagavadgita 4.34


I own it all -
because of all the
Dignified Persons.
I owe it all
to them.

 


The Bitter and the Sweet


1.
The worst person that you know
is the one you know the best.
What serves to dim the glow
is the prison of closeness.
So have your honeymoon
and fill your eyes with stars.
Believe me, all too soon
you’ll be tallying your scars.
2.
The best person that you know
is the one you hurt the worst,
but helps you when you’re low,
notwithstanding what came first.
You may say that takes a saint.
I suppose you may be right.
The one who shuns complaint
sees things in their true light.

 

Aside


High Praise


Marsupial, Mos Eisley, and Haile Selassie!

 


The Razor’s Edge


To the very conclusion of one’s inquiry,
the paradox must be maintained.

 


Counties


It’s Prince George and Saint Lucie going out for a walk
on a beautiful Christmas morn.
“Lucie,” says George, “you’re not with your flock
on the day that our Savior was born.”
“George,” says Lucie, “and what do you think
of these sparrows and starlings you hear?
It’s the praising of God all day that they sing!
They’re the flock, sir, that I hold most dear.”

 


Directive


Die every day.
Live a good life.
Lie in the flames.
Give of your light.

 


Ma Said 09


Isn’t yearning just as
painful as hunger?
No, actually it’s ecstasy.
Hunger for anything that will
pass away is pain.
Yearning for what is
permanent and unchanging,
that’s bliss.


Ma Jaya, The 11 Karmic Spaces, 72% of the way
through the Kindle version, where she also writes,
“the most beautiful thing in my life is worship.”

 


Metapolitics


The Left’s not always right.
The Right’s not all that’s left.
Off Center to the left, they’re blind.
Off Center to the right, they’re deaf.
The Left stands with the masses.
The Right promotes the self.
The Center’s giving classes
on Peace above all else.

 


Part and Parcel


by A. C. Bhaktivedanta Swami Prabhupada -
excerpts compiled from the Purports to the verses
in his Bhagavad-gita As It Is, as indicated -
I’ve “poetized” it by editing the beginnings
and endings of sentences – capitals to lower case
and eliminating periods


in the Vedanta Sutra the living entity is qualified as light
because he is part and parcel of the supreme light 2.18
the living entity is the fragmental part and parcel
of the Supreme Lord – eternally 15.7
he knows fully well that Krishna is the whole
and that he is part and parcel of Krishna 5.3
an atomic particle of the Supreme Spirit 18.78
the living entities also have
fragmental portions of His qualities 15.7
qualitatively one with the Lord,
just as the parts and parcels of gold are also gold 15.7
the living entities are parts and parcels of Him,
and therefore the senses of the living entities
are also parts and parcels of His senses 1.15
in everything there is a relation
with the Supreme Lord Krishna 7.19
a person in Krishna consciousness
certainly sees Lord Krishna everywhere,
and he sees everything in Krishna 6.30
such a person cannot think of any living being
as separate from Krishna 5.7
steady concentration of the mind upon Krishna 7.1
this is the secret of Krishna consciousness -
realization that there is no existence besides Krishna
is the platform of peace and fearlessness 5.12
one should be attracted by the beautiful vision of Krishna 18.65
His name is Krishna because He is all-attractive 18.66
one should concentrate his mind upon Krishna -
the very form with two hands carrying a flute,
the bluish boy with a beautiful face
and peacock feathers in his hair 18.65
the result of Krishna consciousness is that
one becomes increasingly enlightened,
and he enjoys life with a thrill, not only for some time,
but at every moment 18.76

 


DLK


Dear Love Krishna

 


KY


Krishna You
Krishna You
Krishna You

 


In the Hallways


Thinking is talking.
Thought is speech.
There is always
another in mind -
souls interlocking
each to each
in the hallways
of mental design.

 


Meeting You


I sense You everywhere.
You’re present in the air
and in my mind.
You are so kind
to listen to my prayer.
I feel You day and night.
The time is always right.
And when I sleep
I like to keep
Your picture by my side.
Nothing can go wrong
if I’m singing you a song.
Your smiling face
and loving grace
save me my whole life long.
Conscious some percent,
I never will relent
from meeting You
in all I do.
That is my firm intent.

 


Every You


Holy holy holy -
every thing’s holy.
Holy holy holy -
every one’s holy.
Holy holy holy -
every day’s holy.
Holy holy holy -
every world’s holy.


Every thing’s
an expression of You.
Every thing’s
a feature of You.
Every thing’s
an extension of You.
Every thing’s
a picture of You.


Every one’s
an expression of You.
Every one’s
a feature of You.
Every one’s
an extension of You.
Every one’s
a picture of You.


Every day’s
an expression of You.
Every day’s
a feature of You.
Every day’s
an extension of You.
Every day’s
a picture of You.


Every world’s
an expression of You.
Every world’s
a feature of You.
Every world’s
an extension of You.
Every world’s
a picture of You.


To keep You dear You
always in mind,
I feel You existing
around me.
Every thing every one
every day every world
is of You – it’s enough
to astound me!

 

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