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How is it Possible?
How is it possible that one can be a pluralist and still be true to the savior?
I am the way the truth and the life, he said!
I AM!
Not confession or even faith, but I AM THE WAY!
And in him was life and the life was the light of men!
He is the light of the Bodhisattva!
He is the light of Buddha!
He is the light of Allah!
He is the light of Siva!
He is the wisdom of agnostic intellectuals!
He is the fury of feminist revolution!
He is the joy of liberation!
He is the burning beat of rhythm in the streets!
No man has seen God, but the SON OF MAN HATH PROCLAIMED HER!!
From the Jews who he chose!
To his humility to learn of the suffering of men!
To his exaltation!
IT HAS BEEN HIM ALL ALONG!!
ONE MEDIATOR BETWEEN GOD AND MAN!
I AM THAT I AM!
The burning fire of love that transforms all things!
And so you ask, who shall not make it?
Some may see hell, but they will not stay there!
For God rains on the Just and the Unjust!
For God will have mercy on who she will have mercy!
And so, in the end, All shall be reconciled!
He is the WAY, THE TRUTH, AND THE LIFE,
He is the wisdom of the Vedas,
He is the weak and strong force that holds all things together!
And enabled Teilhard de Chardin to speak truth to power!
He is the light of Ghandi’s nonviolence!
He is the strength of Mary’s courage!
He is the love of mother God!
Dancing in Trinitarian Jazz,
With the spirit that he wields and who wields him!
God of the Chosen!
God of Hagar’s son!
God of the East!
Lord of the Magi!
And King Supreme!
Though meek and Lowly,
He is unafraid of our exploration!
He is unafraid of the beauty of men laying with men, and women laying with women!
For he is love incarnate!
And he is THE WAY THE TRUTH AND THE LIFE!
And he shall birth new Deborah’s and New Joshuas
To change the face of Arrakis,
For he is the Quizazk Zaterack,
He is the communion of the saints and the power of the ancestors!
And in him, he has reconciled male and female,
Black and White,
He is unafraid of justice,
And with justice he wields punishment on corporate monopolies and white supremacy!
He is unafraid!
Risen, Strong, True, Just, but Merciful.
And so in the end, all shall know the beauty of God eternal.
For we shall see Angels ascending and descending on the son of man.
Amen.
(Five Buddha Mandala, 2018, original encaustic)
Notes on Religion and Faith
The superstition of religious content applies to all religions and faiths.
They are the context of faith.
But the faith itself and how it is focused on (absorbed into) is the true religion free of concepts and conventional knowledge/mythology.
Obviously such a true religion is universal, part and parcel of Life itself.
In other words, the forms (of devotion and meditation) are important (or true) only in how they get us to engage.
And the degree of faith is what determines the degree of engagement/absorption.
Once absorbed there is no duality, so no room for distinctions (all the varieties of subjects and objects).
For liberation to occur (real freedom from confusion/delusion) absolute engagement/absorption must occur, at least for a moment.
Meditation is thus the excuse to become intimately familiar with our true nature.
And what is true has no place for what is false; superstition and contrivance.
Meditation for one might be very different for another.
And thus we can never really tell how accomplished and liberated anyone else is.
It’s hard enough just trying to track that for oneself!
Within Us and Without Us
The world is full of hierarchies,
It’s the definition of the world,
And yet, what it’s all based on
What really matters
Is without distinction
Without boundary
Without limit
Without separation
Without change
Without existence
(10/31/23)
AN OLD GRIOT’S TANKA HOMILY OF OURSTORY
John Lewis and Stokely,
Recruited me as “Tex” Lowe:
Another SNCC "Bro":-
Like King, they have both passed on:
The vision and I, yet here:-
Know and be aware,
Integration…not the theme:
Rather, equity:-
Let’s seek the Dream’s true vision:
Political equity:-
Malcolm too…is gone;
Barak and Harris…still here:
Likewise, are you too:-
So many others have gone;
So many others still here:-
I shall soon be gone;
But I know we shall get there:
Completely equal:
Both economically
And politically, too:-
Christ was crucified,
Risen,, and then ascended:
Canvassing the way:-
Know that we are of God, too:
Kins to Simone of Cyrene:-
In now awareness,
Let’s ice oppression’s syndrome;
Journeying to home:-
We’re in God’s liberation:
He is the greatest power!
When I’m bitter, alone, feeling upset and annoyed,
Annoyed about what happened that day.
I write a short verse about things going on in my life,
A sort of a short mental play.
And the times when I’m struck with happy and fortune,
The pen glides a million miles per hour.
All the words on the page are a flowing gentle reminder,
Of how life can bloom like a flower.
Poetry provides a mental liberation,
Somewhere for the thoughts in my head.
I don’t need to talk to people I know,
Don’t need to say what’s up in my head.
I write poetry every day to clear out my mind, open all doors,
To allow me to be able to think.
It’s like my daily therapy session with a pen in my hand,
So much cheaper than seeing a shrink.
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Tunneling through nightscapes,
weightless moon doll escapes.
Collapsing space-time,
the pages and pages,
of fluttering windblown stages
in quantum nonlocality,
a graphic novel engages.
Burrowing through dystopian nocturne,
the night traffic gives us heartburn.
In magical claytronics, everyone is reassembled,
reincarnated by cosmic consciousness,
a karmic cautiousness, a persistence of
endless distance but finite parallel.
We see the light out of this tunnel.
Can we make the quantum leap?
Casting aside ego, agency falls away as
subject and object merge. These urban
alleys meander in uncharted charcoal
where moonlight and streetlight converge.
Karmic propensities, the good and bad
conditioning restrain us to this dingy dark.
Tunneling is tiring when there is no end,
like remembering ourselves in past lives,
and knowing who we will be in coming times.
All of these identities, these storylines are explained
by the ground of being integral to all things.
This is the consciousness, the Dharma.
Near-death shows us the light beyond the tunnels,
beyond the grimy graphic novel, a liberation
beyond birth, death, and rebirth.
Quantum leap now to the luminous mind, the moksha,
the complete nirvana.
Autumn Leaves
When leaves in the midst of trees change their hues
Turning to a sweet palette of colours
From yellow to orange, purple and gold
They herald coming of the autumn train.
When leaves of a kaleidoscope of tints
Hang on trees, it is time to quit one`s books,
Venture for a stroll in the nearby park
And relish the eyes with nature`s brilliance.
When leaves from midst of trees whirl in the air
Whipped by wet winds whispering from the north
And softly land to kiss the humid ground
It is time to reflect on their essence.
Mellowing and fallen autumn leaves
Bring to light nature`s solemn cycle,
The brevity of the life of leaves
And their renewal in the coming season.
In the same vein the fall of autumn leaves
Is akin to the withering of man,
Liberation from the bondage of life
And the hopes for rebirth in a new garb.
Seam less pain
My wounds are open of my pain like a book of life
Whom should I call mine
Every one is alive
Their eyes are weak but my emotions are sharp with Hubble memories of My wounds
I know you are the creature of raw characteristic but see me which I can't show you now
This world is small but,
It's some one thing but,
How far is our hand to hug but,
There is an evil which allows your karma but two horns are not for to cheat from back but
It's for strach to be your back but,
Meet your liberation by the words of seam full wound
Jai shree Ram Jai Bolo hanuman ki.
My wounds of seamless pain.
With love all
Dr.jagdish bajantri
Moments that would break you, but you still remain straight.
Did you do it all for the sake of heaven's gate.
Losing interest in what you would consider faith.
Good deeds that goes unnoticed
Steel walls that screwed you over.
You've seen it all, what's there to look over.
Tell it to the world that betrayed you.
To them, was it worth it in the end?
Oppression of your thoughts, shackles on your heart.
No light in your eyes the pain is their so it's hard to deny
Let this be music to your ears, the kind that would wash away disgrace.
Many times you cry with only God by you side
Things was never right so you went left.
Only to find what's remaining is shells of regret.
Where was that righteousness you hold pride in ? Where was it !
Falling like a hummingbird with clip wings
No one to catch you when you've been failed.
Is it fate or reality is harsher than you think?
Does, like birds and beasts, gratifying daily needs suffice?
What's more? What should I aim at? Like a sage, where should I go?
The things and beings I see here are, no doubt, nice and wise.
Has a breeze or storm yet a single direction to blow?
Gaining true liberation and eternal salvation
Moving from all that is the world's ignorance to wisdom
Deserts of desires and delusions with dedication
Should be audaciously opposed, withstood, and overcome.
To that heaven of freedom and happiness, I should go
Should encounter the almighty, the angels, and the saints
Should I stay there forever or come back? I do not know.
Won't, yet, one be away from temporal mundane constraints?
As glories of the sun and moon, enlightenment I'll gain
To this end, I'll face any physical or psychic pain.
The day to utter my words of thanks to those who uplift me is near
So much that gratitude abounds in my heart
Bidding me to shed a tear
To relish my life, willed to me in a comfortably sculpted fate
Thanks do I have to give to my family
They do support me by helping me be
Thanks do I have to give to my friends
In times of need, they do hold our their ready hands
Thanks do I have to give to my readers
Why, their appreciative words do fill me with wonders
Thanks do I have to give to my duty guides
Without them, I would still have been waging blind!
But then, giving away words of thanks
Arouses in me the feel of floating in guilt tanks
Why, thankful I am
Happy I am
But then, what about those not so lucky
Those being, like me, emotionally unsteady
Those being, unlike me, deprived of food, of shelter
Of protection, of clothing, of clean water
Those for whom daily living is a bloody struggle
Those for whom life is not so cheery
Those for whom death is just a blessing, a liberation
Why, those for whom, this world is just an abomination
Deprived of their basic needs
Deprived of their fundamental rights
Persecuted for holding on firmly to their creeds
So much that to demented habits they do get addicted
Why, guilt floods my soul
Guilt overwhelms my heart
So much that bleeding shall be my eyes
The day I shall offer my gratitude
Yes, sensibility enrobes my whole being
Pray, someday I hope, I shall have the abilities
Yes, I shall cure this world, I shall make sure
That everyone has thanks to give on the blessed day!
Yes, indeed!
And then, to existence itself
Shall I offer my gratitude
To existence and to the rulers of the universe!