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My body is all bodies
My body is all bodies
In a world becoming Asia
I wanted to be Asian, not be so white
I wanted a cross-cultural affinity
After India, after these utopia myths
And dreams had been buried
Sufficiently, purged from my being
I wasn’t about to stand out
I wasn’t published or spread
Out on google with photographs
I was an obscure library book in training
We wanted to be writers, that’s all
To dream our tapestry and bring it
Dear and negligent, cleaning
Up from the mistakes of youth
Fresh with that foreign fragrance
Of prophetic hermit-years
I wanted to cut through the Spring
One living thing, to a word
And never suffer again the same
I wanted to speak for minorities
That didn’t know my name
But I am nobody, and nobody is language
And nobody has a voice, a tongue
That burns with the future
With a voice that is like the sun.
Auroville before Judgement Day
for that wherein he faulted
he shall make amends
for that in which they erred
they will repent
grant him a boon
to find a careless joy
after nearly having gone extinct
for those that were
once helpless slaves
will revolt, and those
who led the worlds astray
will vanish from the cycles of time
so be it, for foes to blame
have died out before their time
and may he listen to his sister gladly
and carry his brother on his back
for one more golden day
in these ghettos and ruins
and grant them a hero’s welcome here
in the city that gave birth
is giving hope to a new world
he soon shall come
for utopia was a dream
that they all had before it was too late
For Those Who Don’t Know They Know
Think of yourself as nothing
Totally forget yourself for one minute
How sweet it is to be natural
Without egocentricity
Look and hear not just for yourself
But be what you see
You can enter the Universe of thought
The thought of the Universe
A state that is beyond time and place
But in order to enter the Universal
You must forget your troubles
And you must abandon your desires
Nothing is yours or will be yours
Leave behind your attachments
Think of yourself as nothing
To learn how to live freely
Not for pleasure, or gratification
Or for security, think of yourself
As part of everything, see everyone
As your friend, that is the only
Way to live for the new world
That has yet to be born.
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Morning Song
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Every morning
The world is created &
I am a new person
Purified by the tips of orange
Alive with sticks of the sun
Patting me, caressing me
Aching in me to be somebody new
And summer pushes me enlightening
My spirit in phases of existence
For hours I am drunk in
The possibilities of who I could be
But the day has its plan for me
As I submit to the light everywhere
I can feel it secretly working in me
Every morning
I awake to a harmony
That is lighter than snow
More wise than the sound
Of migrating birds, more deep
Than the green that always returns
And my prayers are no longer
Loud, but a part of the silence
From which all prayers come and go
Every morning
The world is created &
I am a new person
With the ashes of night
Sparkling in my chest
Like the reminder of past lifetimes
And in my soul I carry
Thorns like jewels
And it has become my nature
To be happy, to share it
To gift it as if soft trails
Of happiness existed everywhere.
Weightless we stirred ashes with our hands
Weightless are our holy words
with breaths from owlish darkness
our swooning shoulders cannot move
without thought, without poetry
We bury our fingers in the inner voice
to bring up the alchemy of water
where our empty body is pure energy
We scatter ourselves, moving light
with the serenity of our minds
we run through gates of sunshine
to find the words that move us
from brightness to blindness
Weightless, we are a unity of undoing
creating on seven strings the pillars of salt
that will crease the page as a pure sky
with wings of fire and gentle radiance
our words were meant to pour the oil of care.
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Wuji Seshat 