I have no clue what Krshna taught Arjuna
but I like the name Atman a lot.
Atman. Atman. Where a man is at.
At all times. No matter what.
Gita, get in the action, gorgeous girl,
God is the answer, keep the meter.
Wisdom, none.
What Krshna tells Arjuna makes no sense.
I prefer mathematics.
Knowledge of how things are made and done
more than meditation on the Self
as a manifestation of the One.
I’ll never have to leave this comfortable planet.
We have this asset but can we sell it?
In Paradise Lost, Satan executes his plan
but God already knows all about it.
Still, whether it succeeds or fails is up to Man.
Same here, when it comes to nuclear armaments,
a distraction from the work of making life permanent.
It is all premised on the mystery
of invisible but sentient particles—
little Krshnas and Kachinas
nesting inside one another.
Meanwhile life goes on outside all around you—
WWII, the Napoleonic wars,
the Civil War which we’re still fighting.
Krshna says behead your brothers
without prejudice or justice.
So it transpires in the nuclear fire.
Whatever forever.
Teacher, teacher—tiger!
Categories:
kachinas, leadership, men, mystery, teacher,
Form: Free verse
Ancient ones beacon from a lonely mesa
neither flesh nor spirit, yet hauntingly beautiful
Ghostly sky messengers; oracle of the Hopi
Eyeless Kachinas, carved in their image
Lore faithfully passed to each generation
Star people visited us from the heavens
Categories:
kachinas, angel, sky,
Form: Acrostic
Little kachinas
Poised in their native stances
Stories of the past
Categories:
kachinas, girlfriend-boyfriend
Form: Haiku