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The Waste Land
T.S. Eliot

V. What the Thunder Said

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Datta, dayadhvam, damyata
Give, Sympathise, Control


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For the Humans
Naturally greedy

Datta - Give


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For the Demons
Naturally cruel

Dayadhvam - Be compassionate


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For the Lesser gods
Naturally unruly

Damyata - Control yourselves


Practice:

Self-control,
Giving and
Mercy

What the Thunder Said

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.

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.