ARE YOU THE PROPHET...

Drop it, the chant, the rosary of beads;
watch dissolve the mist.
Such a flow of honey,
not honey, not a mist,just a flow,
an alertness, an awareness of being.
The flow expands, but does not sweep you off the feet.
No more fear in the deluge of peace.
Are you lost? Are you there for me?
I no longer need
the comfort of your being.
It expands and carries
all that remains of me.

I come back and hear the voices of agony ;
voices of suicides choking in tunnels,
I know not the cause.

I see a poet being accused
of terrorism, a revolt that he could not carry.
His audience accuse him
of an incomplete mission,
of leaving them dangling in the air
with impotent words of poesy.

"Truth is incorruptible", they had heard him say.
"Show us the Truth; give us hands either to kill
ourselves or kill Truth."

"The cowards cannot kill", he said.
The corrupt cannot kill the incorruptible"
They who were half-way on the way to Truth,
turned back.
From a safe distance they shout,
"Are you the prophet or the terrorist of the day?
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    And to just think...at the age of five as you watched the comings and goings of that horse drawn carriage from the staircase would give you the words for the present. How proud your mother must be as she observes your grace...thank you, dear friend...Doc
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    Oct 25, 2015
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    Sadly, my mother couldn't see Yajnyawalkya, my novel, finally completed and published. And she was not all that interested in finding out what I was doing. Very few people were aware of my hidden craving for self-expression. My father had read some of my other writings, the long story of a boy called Nachiketa, but he never offered praise that was uncritical. That somewhat dampened my spirit and I thought my writing would not attract anybody
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    Oct 25, 2015
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    You are a beautiful person...the tempering of the steel from the fire has made you strong. I too longed for just five words...I am proud of you. So it goes...we search for affection and attention and our archetypal voices push us forward...I am proud of you +Sushama Karnik
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    Oct 25, 2015
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    +Dr Ego Prozac I am so happy to hear those five words. But now I am of the age when i should be offering those words to the younger generation who need them. But they made me happy, to be sure, and I value them a lot, because they come from you dear doc.
    Also your words on the archetypal voices pushing us forward
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    Oct 26, 2015
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    Thank you +Sushama Karnik. I could not identify many of my archetypal friends until about five years ago. Guess age has some advantages...hope you have a good day...Doc
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    Oct 26, 2015
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    Lol ! Archetypes have to take that much time to grow. That is why they are archetypes.
    Thanks for your beautiful words. Sleep well, a beautiful night for you, dear doc.
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    Oct 26, 2015
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    Good morning doc, have a nice time with your grandchildren :-)
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    Oct 26, 2015
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    Thank you +Sushama Karnik and good evening to you. I have never told you this, but I have a granddaughter that is adopted from India. This is her first year in high school and such a bright and sensitive person. Had her first homecoming this past weekend. She was beautiful in that special dress.
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    Oct 26, 2015
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    Is she the one named Scarlett? And have you visited India in that connection? Inteesting
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    Oct 26, 2015
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    No her name is Kiran. She was adopted through the Sister Teresa school. I have never been to India but hope to take her back to her homeland one day. I will send you her picture.
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    Oct 26, 2015
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    Kiran means the ray. Any ray from the cosmos, the sun, the moon, any celestial body.
    I shall be glad to se her picture
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    Oct 26, 2015
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    Her birth name was Baghia...
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    Oct 26, 2015
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    A tribal name, meaning 'tigress'
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    Oct 27, 2015
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    She is a gentle one...thank you. She has a very kind and mystical spirit about her. I remember my first night with her. I was taking her for a walk that night. There was a full moon and I told her it was Mr Moon. To this day she will ask me if I saw Mr Moon last night...? Always I say, I see Mr Moon shining and sharing our light...he always will.
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    Oct 27, 2015
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    What a glorious moon, a fabulous grandpa
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    Oct 27, 2015


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