Gaia Community: sarva's Blog

humming bird

http://iconimago.gaia.com — Sun, 26 Jul 2009 23:17:39 GMT

teaching the humming birds
words

to a song
that speaks of the old
to the new,

less than useless.

from them, i learn
the importance
of living on nectar
and traveling light.

Tags: humming bird, travel, light

what you mean we?

http://iconimago.gaia.com — Tue, 26 Aug 2008 03:48:08 GMT

credit to the findhorn foundation for this picture.

mother Earth is so careless, scattering things like seeds, shed leaves and people to the wind, leaving things out in all weathers to fade or bake in the sun, shiver, become brittle in the killing chill or to be drenched in drowning downpour.

naturally, we who are a little lower than the angels, run away from the lightest rain shower, sprinklers timed to water our lawns at strategic and convenient times. or we cower before the malignant sun, lying in tanning beds for brief doses of man made improvement while creating the most ironic consequences; being dedicated only to our own will and comfort, we tear sardonic holes in the sky by refrigerating the air, hairspray made contraband while the prime offender goes off scoffing, scot free.

we whitened, weary weaklings hide inside, huddle near our fear and curse Her for Her will power, antibiotically intent never to challenge our anemic (or self-effacing) immune systems, which in truth are overburdened by carcinogenic toxins. we avenge ourselves against an image of a less-than-human enemy, brute, naked, matted hair, homeless, stinking, filthy, savagely ignorant, a tarry heart clad in ashes, knee deep in a very gritty reality, he never inclines toward cleanliness, which is clearly next to godliness. but we eat crude oil, which catabolizes the carbon soot-charred marble of masterpieces with insidious carbonic-sulfuric-acid byproducts of our infernal combustion. and truth be told, the brute is in us, paragon of animals, culmination of evolution, prime mover of the sixth mass extinction. and loss and degradation mount a glorious peak of triumph.

who is laughing for argument's sake? what rhetoric will take us down? only our own momentum has the onus and impetus enough. divided against itself, the argument is resolved.

who is laughing?

Tags:

dawn in magic

http://iconimago.gaia.com — Sat, 28 Jun 2008 06:51:46 GMT

i feel
a need
to say
something
about magic.

control is an illusion,
their control
your control
our control.

this is magic
and yet it is not,
at least not yet.

when is now?
when then?
and what is the strange difference
between the two?
some occurance...
that is,
another illusion.

why did i ever say 'there is no magic?'
because control is an illusion
i harbor.

a sweet dream
greets the dawn
kisses her on her sleeping cheek.

her breath
awakens a dream,
in beauty,

beauty
where truth and happiness meet.

it is the nightengale
singing in the night.

no, it is the lark
hastening morning.

sleep for the sake of sanity.

Tags: dawn, beauty, magic, truth

loss is more

http://iconimago.gaia.com — Wed, 18 Jun 2008 05:31:05 GMT

this is,

being

as happens when senses still.

form, vision, feeling sound,

subtle, sacred, awakening in our sleep,

and vigilance only serves darkness.

alone

we are not.

language in noise,

voice in silence,

meaning random,

release control you never held

to the realm

you will not to hold.

learning ,

ignore this,

learning
in loss.

some are given,

not that

i am.

i am
work
no profit
no repeat.

no.

Tags: light, being, loss, control, no, iconimago

dis-cohere

http://iconimago.gaia.com — Thu, 12 Jun 2008 22:02:26 GMT

perhaps when the matter of my living body dis-coheres in the fire, undoing my creation in my cremation... perhaps there will remain a finger, a toe or a tooth, a universe in a grain of sand, a link in the causal chain unbroken, a remaining remnant, a relic. do not revere it. no relic is there. do not tote it back with you, carrying it back into the city on the back of an elephant accompanied by celebration. this multiverse invites new creation of new verses, universes, sarva stotra, verse after verse, sarva shastra.

let go. let me go.

or go with me.

come. come with me.

come in.

or go.

if you hear me clearly, i invite

invite you in.

or out.

Tags: bodhisatva, buddha, relic, cremation, creation, fire, multiverse, universe, parallel universes, new universes

we oppose deception

http://iconimago.gaia.com — Sat, 12 Apr 2008 18:04:01 GMT

APPONO ASTOS

Tags:

acknowledge

http://iconimago.gaia.com — Sat, 12 Apr 2008 17:41:59 GMT

"Beware the bearers of FALSE gifts & their BROKEN PROMISES. Much PAIN but still time. BELIEVE. There is GOOD out there.We OPpose DECEPTION. Conduit CLOSING (BELL SOUND)".

Tags:

imagine

http://iconimago.gaia.com — Sat, 01 Mar 2008 01:41:20 GMT

imagine
you are a bird in a storm.

is this not a storm?
where is its eye,
clear with blue sky?

leave the wheel of birth and death.
is this not a wheel?

go to the center with insanely hard work and a remote hope of a worm hole
in the black hole.
or, be thrown clear as if by centrifigul force.

our planet is on the edge.
perhaps there is opportunity.

but it requires
release
release
release.

imagine
you are a star.

if our bodies live by creating heat and light,
imagine
how brilliant
the life and bliss of a star must be,
whose body,
even one as modest as our sun
loses tens of tons of mass each second,
converting it directly into light and heat

and life

and death.

be thown clear.

Tags: light, life, imagine

how happy?

http://iconimago.gaia.com — Wed, 21 Nov 2007 07:19:49 GMT

when we're struck by the truth
how can we not be livid
or unbearably mournful?

why claim for yourself that this negative energy
is so negative?
why should it be self-serving?
please,
speak,
if you will claim i do you some wrong.

when
will
this
dark
love
come
thru?

redirect
deflect
what you can.

face the sun
and ask her,
"how can we
have done
this to her,
this earth,
our mother?"

what truth comes with happiness?
what happiness comes with truth?
why should it be self-serving?

only beauty shares truth with happiness.

Tags:

ok

http://iconimago.gaia.com — Sat, 10 Nov 2007 03:12:16 GMT

again, ok.

there is order in chaos.
life emerges from something that seems to be unconscious and unliving.
this apparently unliving substrate in which you live is not at all unconscious or unliving .

now, you ignore what anger might come your way, even though the earth is crying -
screaming like a stuck pig, as my father used to say.

now, we judge what ever comes our way, and we ask "will this serve me?"
what?
...serve me>serve me... serve me? serve me, now.
what?

This is insane - sanity replaced by self-interest.
but self-interest is so deceptive - self-deceptive,
as self-deceptive as any insanity is.

now,
you
won't
reply
to this.

now,
now
this
is.

this
is
this.

now, this is not a tautology.
actually, it's a lie.
the "nature" of syntax speaks an ambiguity in our language-intoxicated minds.
the second "this" is not the first "this."
therefore, it must not be the same.
or is it?
you think it is, but you know it's not.
you know it is, but you think it's not.

this is
not this.

this seems like it must be the lie, but it's not.
ignore this ":reality."

ignore this.
ignore this this.
ignore this "this."
ignore "this."

Tags:

christ

http://iconimago.gaia.com — Sun, 04 Nov 2007 07:12:17 GMT

now is the time. now.

the grand lie is laid open,
yellow,
like a patient etherized on a table.
[thanks to t.s. elliot for this simile.]
actually a corpse.

four.
4 square.
four corners,
4. four.
a cross.
a crossroad,
either way,
you choose
this is a path
to
destruction,

a dead end.
dead.
dark.
deaf.
death.

either way,
this path is a lie.

kill the christ.
kill the cross.
there is no guilt
in killing evil.

kill the christ.
kill the cross.

that demon plagues our lives
with evil.

i will.
i will choose.
a circle
rather than a cross.

worship that miscreant
all you want.
see where it leads,
either way it's a lie.

i will complete a circle.

Tags: jesus christ

om mani padme hum

http://iconimago.gaia.com — Thu, 04 Oct 2007 05:09:21 GMT

"Oh, you fuckers!"
said the story teller.
"You bestial, obscenely rich child fuckers,
you cruising crusaders,
tongue-fucking those gutter-mouthed whores (boys or girls) in the street,
and using the same mouth to praise God,
wearing the white collar and blood-soaked power tie
even as you give your human property oral pleasure,
demanding to sodomize them in return for the price of a day's bread.

You had better get every last weapon at the ready
and bear your heaviest armor on your back,
shielding your hardened heart and girding your loins.
You will need to bring everything you have to your defense.

This is a call to war on you,
Jabberwocky!
Beast!"

"Come out of your lair and show your face," the boy called!
"Throw out the jewels you've plundered from the innocent, and make your peace with your maker as I do now."

"Peace," the dragon said.  Be at peace. Calme vous, s'il vous plait. I need my sleep, now. If you will go away, I will give you fire in the morning, or a fire in your belly if you prefer. By the way, you needn't worry about the innocent," he said." They have attained to their promise, that being long-suffering pain."

"I don't want your fire," the boy said. I already have a fire in my belly.  Kundalini gave me that. Your Manipura is laid low! I am between four and five. My third eye is opening..." he pauses, considering his anger evidence of his ego-nature... "if you will help me, I will not make war with you. You are strong and clever. We have no need to destroy one another. I don't want blood. But I do want food."

"I will teach you to grow grains and life-giving food.  Now, you will sleep. And when you awake you will know a new way. As you sleep, you will shape the environment to your will. But be wise as you say you are, or you will never awaken.  If the time comes ripe, I will awaken you. I will show you signs in the fields. They will mark your way. The innocent among you must pass through those gates to a new realm. They will come to me. Only those who please me will pass me through the Fifth Gate - the Gate of No Gate.  Praise be to the jewel in the lotus," said Draco. "om mani padme hum."

"om mani padme hum," the boy said. So be it! I will see you on that day, the day of my awakening. I will give you your due, and I will pass you by." I will give you thanks and you will give me passage."

"And the deal was struck," the story-teller said. "They commemorated the deal with a ceremonial fire and a sacrifice of pinned-up-butterfly memories, specimens which had held the past in place. The past was then free to change in a meandering river course, tracing a free course from her mouth to The Source, like Lightning who traces a blessed path of pure potential, giving us light, heat and fire.

If you will, enter the Fifth World. That very Lightning is you. Draco's spirit and his Magick is one with yours. The jewels are yours, pricless and worthless. You are the hero, my child. And you are me."

The dragon which the boy saw was only a small flower on the tip of a tiny stem of grass. Mahakasupa smiled.

Tags: dream, circle makers, dragon, magick, kundalini

Consider the Facts

http://iconimago.gaia.com — Tue, 11 Sep 2007 18:17:59 GMT

Let's not kid ourselves. Genetic engineering is here to stay. But perhaps it is not merely sinister. Perhaps, we can use it to advantage for our green movement.

Proposal 1: certain people could be genitically engineered to be born with a mark, a "birthmark." The melanin in their skins, beneath their clothing would form dark brown mole-like patches. They would be made to form letters, in English, of course, since it is the language of commerse. The birthmarks would read "EAT ME." This would designate the marked human as one who was made to be consumed by other humans, "made to go to market." Human meat is quite tender, and the marked person would be raised in luxury with tender loving care to ensure that the meat would be juicy and well-marbled. As children, the marked ones would be convinced that to give their lives as a delicacy would be the highest goal and most upright thing they could posibly do for humankind. The meat would be taken when the child reached the age of thirteen.

If you were to eat one of the children, the genes would implant themselves into your genetic code, like a virus, which insinuates itself to reproduce itself. That would mean that your children would most likely have the gene, and it would be a DOMINANT gene. If the gene expressed itself in your child, s/he would be "made to go to market." You would be so proud to give your child over to such a noble cause! The trend would catch on world-wide, and population would be controlled, since virtually everybody eats meat.

Proposal 2: happiness is inevitible. We allow the Earth to express herself in global climate change, so she can rid herself of humans. Stop thinking "GLOBAL WARMING!" Start thinking "EARTH'S IMMUNE SYSTEM!" Also, the Sun is livid.

peace,
sarva

Tags:

metaphor creator

http://iconimago.gaia.com — Sun, 05 Aug 2007 06:49:45 GMT

why should a few loose rules and exceptions within an open universe convince us of anything?

How much do we know of "reality?"
In what system of rules does it say that you must "universalize" what you think you know?

The "material" world is such a limited view of reality, and it is by far the smallest part of space. The vast empty space within an atom or a solar sytem or a galaxy reflects the ineffible, uncontrolable non-being, which glares at your ego.

You can see a vessel that carries the vast future in prophesy. It makes circles in fields of crops to remind us of what cannot be known. It records cirlces of light, which our minds cannot see onto electro-magnetic recordings, point-and-shoot momento mori of human life events.

this odd dimension-bending mind that stops at 4, for now... question this reality and work out your peace with it. Or make a new one!

She dances in our minds with color that our tongues cannot touch, but which we taste through the sight of infinite, sheltering sky.

This apparently eternal evanescence lives with a view towards something doomed. Awake now. You are an ape with a tendency to self-agrandize.

What kind of animal should we be?

Self actualize, and it is the end of so many seemingly important things.
Your center of the universe will slip outside yourself and travel millions of light years distant, in an instant. What will you do then?

Don't realize ego's lies.
Realize ego lies.

Metaphor is alive, and it shapes the future. The dream is over. Long live the dream.

Tags: dream

hope

http://iconimago.gaia.com — Fri, 27 Jul 2007 07:55:44 GMT

this
life,

is abstraction,
a subtraction.

Like so many,

loving,
trying
so very hard,

as it is,
pain.

For now,
silence
is welcome.
to fill it,
will kill it.

What hope?
Justice?

Tags: silence, pain, justice

Minotaur

http://iconimago.gaia.com — Mon, 23 Jul 2007 21:47:22 GMT

What I (mis)took to be unspoken may have been unspeakable.

The Earth's symptoms still seem fairly innocuous. But to me, they speak of something so horrifying that either eventuality they forecast is truly unthinkable, like picturing your mother paired with a beautiful, divine, snow-white (although rapacious) bull.

So many people (apparently honorable (wo)men) claim the situation is not as perverted as it may appear. Circumstances, it seems, have been (mis)directed in a course of purportedly well-intentioned errors (technology) to come to a simple (mis)understanding, one in which my mother either successfully fulfills her desire to copulate with the beast (the Minotaur becoming my half-brother), or if technology fails, she is crushed under the weight of an urge (albeit bestial and (mis)directed) which is aimed at simply continuing life.

All metaphors aside, how could things have turned out this way?
Who has a gentle word to redirect the horror born of such pain and rage?

Never mind, my dear...
never-mind,
nevermind.

Tags: technology

satyagraha

http://iconimago.gaia.com — Sun, 10 Jun 2007 06:36:30 GMT

Those few of you, who out of some (morbid?) curiosity may want to read (ingest, imbibe or otherwise encompass) the next off-center idea that rolls of the top of the head of this fringe-clinging fool...

"You'll never get anywhere like that," my father used to say.

This is the last word...
the next one is...
after this...
soon

dream, but dream small.

Now, I'm sure some of you probably feel that I was a little hasty in pronouncing that this is REVOLUTION!

Were plants hasty when they decided to move on to land? In doing so, they brought about the largest mass extinction in the planet's history because they used oxygen the way they did. They changed the atmosphere by addding oxygen, which is toxic for most organisms. (b.t.w., that's why you need your antioxidants). What defenses do you think they might have to protect themselves?

Because of human activity, CO2 is at a level much higher than it has been at any time in the Earth's history. What can we expect? We're changing the climate, but will it go in the direction we might predict.

Global climate chaos is Revolution.

Don't shy away from what is best for ALL involved. Now, what shall we dream?

Tags: dream, revolution, fool

Revolution

http://iconimago.gaia.com — Wed, 23 May 2007 23:23:26 GMT

Maybe the time is ripe to speak the unspoken.
The word "revolution" is thrown around lightly,
e.g., "the low-carb revolution," "the 'green' revolution."
Advertising and rhetorical campaigns use the term to hide agendas.
But this is revolution, cultural, counter-cultural, the killing of empire, and it means death.

An immeasurable amount of quiet death lies in wait of this human way.

Take back your time in the name of Truth.
Take back this Earth in the name of Peace.
Grow yourSelf in the name of Love.

Refuse Fear.

This is war without any front anywhere,
all front, everywhere.

You know, Captian America, Superman, Europa... you, The Most Powerful Man in the Free World... you know what I'm talking about, and there is nothing you can do about it.

There is nothing you will do about it.
Because you know the Truth will set you free, and you want to be free.

Of course, you know it will also bring you down, like the resonant frequency held within the light winds of the Tacoma Narrows gently forced the Tacoma Narrows Bridge into harmony by tearing it to pieces.

In spite of your hardest reinforcements, your heart is in sympathy with the light wind carrying Truth, and it will tear you to pieces.

Your technology will drag you down, and the harder you become, the more brittle you will be.

The criminal insanity and the terror you enshrine and worship, that idol's days are numbered. Its time is borrowed.

Tags: revolution

Open Window

http://iconimago.gaia.com — Wed, 23 May 2007 15:50:29 GMT

Why am i so sad,
dark-chocolate bittersweet,
tender and thorny?

Within this square frame,
this window-paned appendage
i can see me through,

the glass is so clear,
only some dust or raindrops
make it visible.

And since tears of joy
shed by the weeping blue sky
stream in through the breech

the way might be clear
for me to leap out through it,
setting light a flight.

I feel the longing,
skyclad, believing in Love
to begin again.

It will not be now.
If not now, yet it will be.
i will not be sad.

Tags: haiku

Fruiting

http://iconimago.gaia.com — Fri, 18 May 2007 17:50:59 GMT

I have never known,
but i have believed in dreams
that mount on light wings,

moving toward Love,
barely closer to the Source,
but to more avail.

Quite a frugal meal
because I have never known,
but I move toward.

A few ripe berries,
several small golden apples
a few tomatoes,

these are all i have
been able to bring with me
to the small table.

But they taste so sweet
when i know what was needed
for them to grow here.

This is what i know,
and this is what i believe,
dreams mount wings of light.

Tags: haiku