Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Listen, can you hear it?
His bamboo flute speaks
the pure language of love.
The moon enlightens the trees,
the path, the sinuous Yamana.
Oblivious of the jasmine's scent
I stagger around,
disheveled heart bereft of modesty,
eyes wet with nerves and delight.
Tell me, dear friend, say it aloud:
is he not my own Dark Lord Syama?
Is it not my name his flute pours
into the empty evening?
For eons I longed for God,
I yearned to know him.
That's why he has come to me now,
deep emerald Lord of my breath.
O Syama, whenever your faraway flute thrills
through the dark, I say your name,
only your name, and will my body to dissolve
in the luminous Yamuna.
Go to her, Lord, go now.
What's stopping you?
The earth drowns in sleep.
Let's go. I'll walk with you.
Tagore
His bamboo flute speaks
the pure language of love.
The moon enlightens the trees,
the path, the sinuous Yamana.
Oblivious of the jasmine's scent
I stagger around,
disheveled heart bereft of modesty,
eyes wet with nerves and delight.
Tell me, dear friend, say it aloud:
is he not my own Dark Lord Syama?
Is it not my name his flute pours
into the empty evening?
For eons I longed for God,
I yearned to know him.
That's why he has come to me now,
deep emerald Lord of my breath.
O Syama, whenever your faraway flute thrills
through the dark, I say your name,
only your name, and will my body to dissolve
in the luminous Yamuna.
Go to her, Lord, go now.
What's stopping you?
The earth drowns in sleep.
Let's go. I'll walk with you.
Tagore

The sage
king Janaka
stands on a hill
watching his city in flames
"Endless is my wealth,"
he says
"I have nothing at all,
and thus when this city of Mithila crumbles,
red embers, white ashes
all monuments of men destroyed,
nothing of mine is burned."
"I have nothing at all,
and endless is my wealth."
Shankara
king Janaka
stands on a hill
watching his city in flames
"Endless is my wealth,"
he says
"I have nothing at all,
and thus when this city of Mithila crumbles,
red embers, white ashes
all monuments of men destroyed,
nothing of mine is burned."
"I have nothing at all,
and endless is my wealth."
Shankara
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
O Slave,
liberate
yourself.
Where
are you,
and
where's
your
home,
find it
in your
lifetime.
If you
fail to
wake up
now,
you'll be
helpless
when the
end comes.
Says Kabir,
listen, O wise one,
the siege of Death is hard to withstand.
liberate
yourself.
Where
are you,
and
where's
your
home,
find it
in your
lifetime.
If you
fail to
wake up
now,
you'll be
helpless
when the
end comes.
Says Kabir,
listen, O wise one,
the siege of Death is hard to withstand.
Kabir
Sunday, March 28, 2010

I cannot walk through the suburbs in the solitude of the night without thinking that the night pleases us because it suppresses idle details, just as our memory does.
Jorge Luis Borges
Jorge Luis Borges
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Namaste
Friday, March 26, 2010

Greenpeace has often claimed that humans are the only animals that go to war. This is one of the most devastating attacks against war, one for which no known rebuttal exists. The solution is simple, though: put another animal in the army! All it takes is one monkey with a semi automatic, and those hippie bastards have to shut the hell up.They are naturally proficient in gorilla warfare
It is often mistakenly believed that the US Army has already employed a monkey. This is not true. George W. Bush was never actually in the army; he merely had papers saying that he was.
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