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The Waste Land
T.S. Eliot
V. What the Thunder Said
DA
Datta, dayadhvam, damyata
Give, Sympathise, Control
DA
For the Humans
Naturally greedy
Datta - Give
DA
For the Demons
Naturally cruel
Dayadhvam - Be compassionate
DA
For the Lesser gods
Naturally unruly
Damyata - Control yourselves
Practice:
Self-control,
Giving and
Mercy
What the Thunder Said
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Monday, November 23, 2009
Poetry Series #3:
The dawn is unrelenting
Each time I turn around there is another drop of amber in sky's glass
And each day comes anew with a blaze across the cityscape
Blinding the ritual trek to public transportation.
The dusk is eternal
Each time the sun sets I am left with the insistence of the time piece hanging from the wall,
And I have work to do.
The midnight is tranquil
And drops of peace before I rest.
Each time I turn around there is another drop of amber in sky's glass
And each day comes anew with a blaze across the cityscape
Blinding the ritual trek to public transportation.
The dusk is eternal
Each time the sun sets I am left with the insistence of the time piece hanging from the wall,
And I have work to do.
The midnight is tranquil
And drops of peace before I rest.
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
The Music Man
The mind flits from thought to thought
The hand cracks from overuse
The pressure of ivory on the back of the thumb - on the nail
The free-flow of creativity
As - the man's hands dance over the keys
The words run together like joggers in Central Park
Giving the listener - Not, the answer - but rather a place to start
He plays his voice into the feedback of the PA
As he plays the piano - The chords dancing between notes like -
An oboe?
He makes me smile.
The hand cracks from overuse
The pressure of ivory on the back of the thumb - on the nail
The free-flow of creativity
As - the man's hands dance over the keys
The words run together like joggers in Central Park
Giving the listener - Not, the answer - but rather a place to start
He plays his voice into the feedback of the PA
As he plays the piano - The chords dancing between notes like -
An oboe?
He makes me smile.
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Just doing the usual
So after I played shrink with a certain broadway-loving friend of mine I told her the title and subtitle of my blog.
Her response: "Oh My God so you're like Jesus!!"
Yup,
Wha' happen
Her response: "Oh My God so you're like Jesus!!"
Yup,
Wha' happen
Sunday, October 25, 2009
It is you.
At post 90 this one takes it back to the original point of the blog
Life goes on
It is there even if
You are not.
Time moves
You can either live it
Or take it away,
But you hurt yourself
In passing -
Take charge of who you are -
Your mind can change, not,
What is around you,
But what is within -
You control who you are
But,
By leaving the wheel to another,
You live only in misery -
You can lie there -
Watching the clouds Pass
Over your head
And hating your insignificance
Or you can stand up
Face the world, not,
With optimism,
But with purpose.
Who is it
That you want to be?
What makes you
Who you are?
It is you.
Life goes on
It is there even if
You are not.
Time moves
You can either live it
Or take it away,
But you hurt yourself
In passing -
Take charge of who you are -
Your mind can change, not,
What is around you,
But what is within -
You control who you are
But,
By leaving the wheel to another,
You live only in misery -
You can lie there -
Watching the clouds Pass
Over your head
And hating your insignificance
Or you can stand up
Face the world, not,
With optimism,
But with purpose.
Who is it
That you want to be?
What makes you
Who you are?
It is you.
Quotes; Edward R. Murrow
"The obscure we see eventually. The completely obvious, it seems, takes longer." ~Edward R. Murrow
Monday, October 19, 2009
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