blue dreams

Krsna: "happiness and sadness tumble and pass over me like waves,
but beneath them I am the same lake of still joy and blue laughter:
that same Visnu who raises a smile and courts the soft godesses of infinity.

Ah I am!
and surrounded by an ocean of milk, supported by Sesa Naga,
I sport my laughing infinities into the beautitudes
saints crowd around me from all angles- eagerly waiting on the breath-dream of my tachyon repose
violet light

and the cool dawn;
raise a sunset over our hooded heads;
and Shesh Naga
The Dreamer; The Artisan, The Diletante;
roams the wide Kshatriya woods for the deer of Sita's heart, where all else crowds to nothing
I am the crown glory of a beautiful woodland

and though the wine of the breast grows cold- in waves I become old
still at that white ocean I dream and breathe
tasting the milk with my hands
violet light
and laughter
and the Buddha's Bright Lights!

Chela: " Please give us the new dawn o lord"
Krsna: "Let it be, small ones"

death deal not your mortal blows

death deal not your mortal blows
with life we are to reconcile
killer of nought but thought
death you are weak!

oh moon of the summer
radiate your love
send us a beam
of cosmic reprieve

death be not proud
though the masses shudder at your name
you serve my god- the winged elf's flame
killer of nought, neigh, destroyer of thought,
kill not my good name afore I have wrought havoc
on the inconscient flame!

matter be not proud,
of thy binding force,
Aurobindo was not thy slave and neither am I!

to Soul-thought and true we are loyal,
death deals not her blows as we are the destroyers.

Rose of Allah

the thorn on the Rose is also the Blessing of Allah,
without the feeling of separation
how would we know the joy of union with the Divine?

the yearning and the urge for the touch of Allah
is the pain which burns in my heart
the Light which breaks into my Eye
and the only hope of my Soul.

Divine love lives on earth under the shade of this rose,
and its soft whiteness shines through the body which is nothing but the cage of the Soul,
Hand of Allah in all that I see,
Music of Allah in all that I hear,
voice of Allah in the Qu'raan that I read,
Oh Allah You are Lord
Oh Allah send your blessings upon Your Prophet(PBUH)
and upon the heads of those who bow before you.

dreams on monday 29th November, 2010

Hare Krsna!

I am listening to a CD of my guru's guru Hazur or Maharaji.

I want to document my latest dreams.I dreamt that I was in my mother's flat but that it was much larger- like a combination of her place and my father's place. This teaches me that it doesn't matter where I am staying- the grass is not greener on the other side.

I dreamt that I heard Sri Aurobindo's voice. Excitedly, I followed the voice downstairs. I am reminded of the stairs in my mother's old place. Sri Aurobindo was in a glowing see-through, ethereal or astral form hovering above me. I am reminded of the master whose presence I felt in 1999 in my mother's flat.
This master was taller than me as was Aurobindo. Also I remember the tachyon trip I took when I think I went into the astral and was also met by a tall master-helper-soul. Then I had been dizzy from the motions of everything in the astral plane and the master put me down in a seat.

In this dream,
Sri Aurobindo had a kind of telepathic TV /e-reader which showed me many things. a dungeons and dragons die, something about geometry, he asked me to say loudly what the Turkish word for a turkey is (Hindi) and saying it loudly was His message that i should express myself loudly as well as having enthusiasm about whatever I learn.

later I had a sexual experience in the dream. the general message of the dream is that it is good to have various interests and be well-balanced as long as I do not take interest in sexuality. also, it is ok to possess many things.

i awoke feeling happy and enlightened.
thanks to all the masters
Hare Krsna!

poem 2: An offering to the lotus feet of Guru and Gauranga.

Hare Krishna:

Reading the Book of the world by the sea,
dreaming of Krishna and how to be free,
adrift on life's waves,
to fate we are slaves,
but given the chance,
of one loving glance,
from Krishna's Divine Eyes,
this is the prize,
and the curve of a red lip,
from destiny's knots do we slip.

This Truth of Love does brad declare,
those left outside perceive our radiance and stare,
with Tilak on our brows,
with Maya we'll row,
till death do us part,
binding Damodara by the heart.

Freedom is Forgiveness,
by one Mantra we'll live this

HARE KRSNA HARE KRSNA KRSNA KRSNA HARE HARE
HARE RAMA HARE RAMA RAMA RAMA HARE HARE!:

a quickly conceived and somewhat corny poem

Flute in Hand,
He breathed the Cosmos,
And then it began...
to tease the gopis so close.

Ever-seated in paradise
Laksmi by His side
Melt my heart of Ice
O Killer of pride!

Divine Grace in His gaze,
Vision's perfection to see Him,
to Whom I owe praise,
Light of my heart grow not dim!

Steal butter or kill Ravana,
mighty archer supreme teacher,
heart flutters for lovin' ya,
make me Caitanya's preacher.

Scatter the fog of the astral plane Oh Lord,
that I Thee might perceive,
Hail Krsna and applaud,
prisoned Atma's reprieve!

Jiv Jago

Krsna is dancing in the rasa-lila dance. He is the All-Attractive Personality of Godhead. He is Lord Visnu. He is strong. Hear His flute as It calls to you from the Beyond. Hare Krsna. Hare Krsna. Krsna Krsna. Hare Hare. Hare Rama. Hare Rama. Rama Rama. Hare Hare.