Long Atman Poems

Senator Fuller,
a permaculture designer
turned architect of exterior landscapes
then public sector architect
of EarthShip cooperative interior landscapes,
is with us today
to tell us about why he supports Sanders,
at this point in time,
although he is making no commitments about...

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Depression is like dying
without hope this process will end well,
without remediation
at least not for my closely held ego-identity,
and despair 
this turning inward
creates a cocoon by avoiding outward.

Focal awareness of ego mortality, 
immanent and emanant,
eminent,
turns inward,
returns...

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"And when he came to himself"
Luke 15:17

In another millennial time and Chinese/Russian place,
Taoism began as aphorisms and poetry
about political philosophy,
articulating a bicameral tension
between Conservative Yangers,
patriarchal universalist ego empire builders,
and Unitarian Progressive Yinners, WinWinners,
a matriarchal cooperative...

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That which is neutral,
no big deal,
normal,
not noticed,
enjoys an intimate mirror effect,
behaves and misbehaves
with the logic of eternity.

Time steers virally clockwise,
eastern dawn toward west's setting sun,
birth through death,
with day's completion duskly hoping
for red skies at night.

Time...

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What my kids too often fail to notice,
and what I am guilty of weighing too lightly, 
to avoid timely discernment,
are contrasts in density of opportunity
and toxicity of risks
hidden within our values and disvalues
themselves.

Disvalues shallowly accepted...

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“One Day She Said” 

One day she said
you will be here 
present in this life 
and you will think me dead

ghosts cling to light 
they speak their truths 
to their infinite God 
found in the...

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I see the space between
Earth and Heaven
Maya and Brahman
As bubble film
I will metastasize through it
And become light

I am in an anteroom with God, He says
Oh the things that man could do with an orchestra
As much...

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Religion is just a kindergarten
It’s just a preparatory school
It prepares us for formal education 
So that we don’t grow up to be a fool

Spirituality is graduation
University that follows school
It helps us become graduates
So that we...

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Neti Neti, I am not the Body
Neti Neti, I am not the Mind
If I am not the Body and Mind
Who am I? This must be defined
Tat Twam Asi, I am the Divine Soul, I find

If...

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Prizes for Ultimate Sacrifices                             

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When life enjoys our full inhale,
breathing in-formation,
Then dying purges through breathing out,
exhaling excarnation,
recessively oriented toward last breath,
precessively convexing (B. Fuller) back in Dia-Memory toward next breath
as first breath of each eternal moment;
reverse regeneration advent.

These two,...

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Mind, intellect ego, nor echoes they spell,
Nor sense of hearing, speech, nor of smell, 
Nor am I earth, fire, air, nor yet space,
I’m Shiva, awareness and bliss. 

Nor vital Life-force, nor five breath fields,
Seven essences,...

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Before the whirlwind steam blurred into scoping.
Before scarcely the morning smooth gathering.
We were nervous until trustworthiness was revealed.
Amidst the adjunct's misfortune by blaze wield.
They were heedless to our flaws due to their sway.
As we overruled,...

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—Brahma eva idam visvam(1)— 

A life neither has beginning because beginning is Brahma
or end because end is Brahma, it rides on a wagon named Karma(2)
and goes as a wheel whirls.

I came to this very spot...

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O to have endless stretch ‘pon earth to roam,
Return to rest, to roost, to my sweet home.

Sweet home, forever a mighty magnet
To go back to an ever open gate,

Its awe and allure never once on...

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To find an island floating somewhere in the middle of the ocean shall I go following the water as it flows? In spring, as a flower with the color of scarlet, violet, or canary; in...

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There’s a burning yen nomadic deep within entrenched,
to absorb fresh environments ambrosial on foot,
where incidental hue or august colour wash abound,
or that March bloom tantalising shady patch,
with its dreamlike mystic wide-flung allure,
some blue pigment dawn...

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In the anchorage of the mundane mind, 
detached from the principled roots of sanctity
by the dislodging drive of sequential desire,
untamed instincts shroud the senses.
As the needle of ethical compass breaks,
the vortex of  immanent emotions...

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There is an urge within me to wander randomly,
to explore in vivid detail each kaleidoscope,
incidental hue or pristine colour I encounter,
or just as likely that tantalising shady patch,
with its dreamlike mystical allure so faraway,
this blue...

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"Soul to The Letters of Love"



Dropped into a body
the vessel is a skeleton key
where waits the other being
holding 3 
in its own mind and hands
the Sanskrit Blueprint Plan
the lesson is in the wanting 
ripe red...

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Before awareness and perception
There was only formless form
A silent singularity
Known as the  'Atman'  
Of existence
Or ONE - likened to the eye
That cannot see itself.

Entity endogenous
Searching out duality
Conflict primed contrarian
Allows a comprehension

Knowledge
Without purpose
Of the...

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Villanelle: After-life's the centrillion*-dollar question

After-life's the centrillion-dollar question
Where do we go to make amends pay for sins
KARMA* panacea for stupefaction

Who else escalates karmic evolution
Animals insects do they dog-eat-dog sins
After-life's the centrillion-dollar question

Heaven Hell be they...

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your beauty, 
hidden inside
can only be felt, 
or experienced
but not explained 
in words, or otherwise
for it is perfect, pure, infinite
that illuminates the elements
of my atman
in a mystic radiance
that leads me to the 
lotus steps of...

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In the dark alley of time my mind-body duality wanders 
With the life stumbling on the hazards of blunders   
The frailty of the unknown far-off future destined
Casts shadows of despair on my innate...

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If he can hold on to that rare haven— 
To that retreat if but for a moment, 
Never mind that it stands to no reason— 
He loves to dream, gossamer its garment, 
Let thoughts go...

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