Advaita Notebook May Poems

May 2010


And You Can do no Wrong The thought that interrupts God's thought Is God's thought The desires that oppose God's desires Are God's desires And the plan that upsets God's plan Is God's plan Even the anger that challenges God's anger Is God's anger No matter how far you Wander from the path You remain smack bang In the centre And you can do no wrong		How Beautiful The tern Plummets onto its fish It is fish Every molecule From egg to feathers The tern is fish Eating fish Fish fishing as tern Fish flying Looking for itself To pounce on And you? You are the world Tasting itself Hearing itself You are consciousness Struggling to stand up On its hind legs To get a look at itself At yourself How amazing How beautiful


I am an Atheist I am an atheist Said God How could I possibly Believe in something When I am? Where is the other to follow? And why would I Turn myself out To set up doubt And argument? I suggest you do likewise Because only heaven is And you are here already Why aspire to become yourself When you are? This one self floods the gap Between everything And joins all to all Where would a God abide In that one? Except as me And you Forget the stories When I believe in something I condemn you to other But when I'm an atheist The rift is not And the one Is one		Something True It would be so easy If something were true You could read it And write it down And that would be that Huge doors on Faculties of philosophy Would close Forever And next Sunday Churches could distribute The ultimate truth to everyone In a fortune cookie In the rare event Of someone ever forgetting They could look on the Back of their hand And know exactly Who they were And what to do If we could find Something true We could do this And make it so easy On ourselves And others So please let me know If you're onto something


A Little Morality Gurus and teachers Don't want silly things happening In satsang Like yelling or swearing Or any axe murdering So they allow A little morality To creep in To keep up the standard This idea of consciousness Doing everything And no free will Is all very well In the jungle Where God has free reign But in meditation halls The manners should remain Exemplary		So Simple I was feeling lost Trying to create A worthy existence And a voice said "You don't fit in nowhere" In that bad grammar Unsettled I tried to concentrate on Some sort of meaningful future But I heard again "You ain't got no future" Now scared I asked what it was I was Supposed to do then In that case "You jus' gotta love" Well it seemed so simple So very simple


What a Day! What a day! Everyone was just zooming round Thinking they were themselves Shopping Laughing Smacking their children Even seekers were busy Booking into talks As if they were really After something Even me This thing is so contagious I got swallowed up In the fun of it And I thought I was myself Watching them And writing this Well What a great day! I can't wait till we make another Exhibition of ourselves Tomorrow		God's Disability As God gets older And I wheel him out Into the garden For some sun He will spot some new weed Growing everywhere That needs a huge amount of work To get rid of And because I'm the closest I get the job Weeks later when I report back Cut and scratched He seems angry He says he can't remember Asking for that At all And that he likes The little flower On that strangler vine anyway It's just lucky that God's disability Is invisible To him


This Kindergarten What sort of life did we get? I got this one And you got that one We could play Mine's better than yours Or vice versa But that's childish Yet what else is there To do? In this kindergarten		Exactly As it Wants You wouldn't want to Wreck a good poem Trying to make it true Even if it violates the rules Of proper understanding And you wouldn't want to Wreck an interesting world Trying to make it fit Your theory of reality Much better to see You surrendered long ago And what ever it is Will continue to do with you Exactly as it wants


Without Evil It's true that evil is The other side of good And bad people are chosen By fate As the good are But we can't allow that idea To spread Because once it gets around What sort of world Would we have then? Without evil		Beauty will Tempt You Beauty will tempt you To kiss the world Ugliness is your friend Pain moves you ahead More than prayer And pleasure is the place To spread out your blanket For a picnic And a little rest It seems a long long journey To find the path is the goal And you never left Your destination


The Most Beautiful Day It's the most beautiful day Not a cloud in the sky Simply perfect Absolutely gorgeous And I must thank the clouds And grey drizzle And biting wind For this day It's the most beautiful day Because of them Thank you		How ? How do I make the change To no change needed? I learnt the lines And am always on the Brink of being Others are wonderful examples I see their eyes I hear their words Can they help me? How do I make the change To no change needed? I feel the answer But I get closer And it disappears