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lc1

The Angel's crying in the night
next door was heartrending,
but you cannot stop
the fulfillment of karma.

Luxin cries for the world.
No one cries for me.


lc2

The great lover and celebrity, upon finding his beloved in bed with his friend, shot them both in the head.

Remorseful and sobbing, the lover thought the great treasure of his life was dead. Stunned by the deafening gunshots, her eyes were closed, and she looked like the angel that she was.

The lover dropped to his knees beside the bed and cried out, while stroking her beautiful softly curling auburn hair,

"I'm so sorry, my darling! Please forgive me! I love you so much!" *sob* *gasp*

Without a pause, the great beauty's dark eyes suddenly opened and she blurted loudly,

"You're forgiven, sweetie! I love you too!" and thought, "But something tells me we're done."

The shock and delight of hearing her speak caused him to keel over sideways with a massive stroke. He was dead when his head hit the floor.

"Man, that was crazy!" the actor sitting on the bed said, "but I enjoyed extemporizing the part. Something told me I'd better load that gun with blanks. We don't allow live ammunition at the studio, so why should we allow it here?"

"I had no idea, sweetie," the angel sitting quietly on the edge of the bed softly said.


lc3

Allah's fruits so very sweet
Sustain one best of any treat;
All God's gifts are very fine,
But True Love lasts for all of time.

Upon love one can't rely,
Though sweet are kiss and sigh;
Eternal Love It looks and "says"
"My love I cannot die."

Stay with me my darling;
You will not know strife;
Darling I will be with you
Until the close of life.

Then we'll travel "through the stars",
For all we are is Love;
We'll be partners once again,
This life is not enough.

"Forgive me if 'I love another'",
It's not for me to know;
It's to love that is our duty,
And see all the great beauty.

As Vera Lynn sings, "We'll meet again,
Don't know where, don't know when";
But loving souls who've come so far
Always meet up in the stars.


lc4

Beloved, follow not
the pretty feet that walk in darkness.

Better that one be alone;
talking to oneself;
reading alone;
eating alone;
walking alone;
alone for a lifetime;
and take the journey alone,
than settle for less than oneself.

Ignore not the Beloved!

Says Luxin, "Do you get it?"


lc5

For the best fruit meal,
go up in the tree and eat;
The All is in the tree.
and is known by Its fabulous fruits;
only It satisfies all hunger.


lc6

The two man-angels stood together on the edge of a high cliff. They were old friends whose large and powerful wings were somewhat ragged, and silver-gray with lighter wingtip flight feathers a bit frayed at the tips. They wore loose white woolen vests with shoulder straps that smelled good from their wives' washing. They stood ready to fly, their human feet alternately lifting slightly from the rocky edge they stood on as they rocked imperceptibly from side to side, their outer wings just touching.

There was an enormous thundering crack of doom as the black mouth of hell far below them at the base of the cliff split open wider to make room for the large crowd to enter. They looked like tiny ants to the angels.

"Mmmmm, busy evening down there," the man-angel called Kabir said, "Plenty of the faithful no doubt."

"They couldn't help it," the man-angel called Luxin replied.

"Of course, featherbrained one," Kabir replied.

"Mmmh", Luxin grunted, bowing his head affirmatively, and added, "Now two minutes of silence."

Rocking slightly side to side for comfort in odd unison, the two angels silently wept tearlessly and dispassionately for about two minutes; one couldn't be sure of that because watches had not yet been invented.

"That's enough," Luxin softly said, "They had their chance and it was wasted through no fault of their own. Anyway, we mourn not for the people...."

Suddenly Luxin flapped his great wings with a huge "Whuff" sound and lifted off into the air past the cliff edge, flapping with softer "whuffs" about twice a second to stay aloft, and turned around to face Kabir below.

"I'm off, esteemed Kabir," Luxin cried. "I've got a date with a computer. Hold the fort for me. Seeya!"

Man-angel Kabir replied, looking up at the hovering angel, and cried, "Right are thee, Wordbearer!"

Luxin turned and flew straight out from the clifftop. As he went he sang, in a deep voice, "I'll be seeing you ... in all the old, familiar places...."

Pulling out a wooden flute from his side pouch as he watched Luxin's flight, Kabir now continued their eternal cosmic vigil on his own. The truth is that, no matter where he was or what he was doing, Luxin was always with him and watching over his beloved Kabir just as he watched over himself.

As Kabir played a first warmup note on the flute, hell rumbled below and the clifftop shook for a second. Kabir didn't respond at all; earthly things are of no concern to impassive men who are in the world but not of it.


lc7

Seekers, cease not your watchfulness;
sink not into carelessness,
as the best of men
can become the worst of men!

The man that flies like a bird
may also fall to earth like a bird.

Treasure your watchfulness;
let watchfulness be
the most precious jewel in your heart.


lc8

As you don't allow self-doubt to stop you, so you
don't allow the slanderer's doubt to do so either;
esteem them, as their response is proof you're
doing something good. Those who would be strong
do not become so without the valuable training of
the honorable brother-in-Spirit slanderer.


lc9

Ferdinand "Froggy" Frog was a joker. He loved quacking up the duckies in the pond. One fine morning, Froggy swam up to Mrs. Darlene Ducky, who was swimming with her two ducklings, and told her and her brood his funniest joke. When Froggy related the punchline, the three duckies quacked up completely; their dipping and risible quacks caused the whole pond to ripple; and the ripples rocked the inhabitants. Some of the ducks farther away flew up in alarm.

Froggy, now on a roll, swam over near Blacky Blackbird to see if his comedic brilliance could produce mirth in the one they called Blackbeak. Blackbeak was eyeing Froggy like he was wishing the frog was smaller; that is, Blackbird snack size. Froggy told his side splitter and croaked out a little rim shot after the punchline. Silence. Blackbeak didn't get it at all.

Darlene Ducky retold Froggy's joke to new pond visitors almost every day for years, and usually quacked at least a few of them up. But Darlene didn't even have to tell the joke to the regulars; they would quack up just from seeing Darlene's cheeky twinkling eyes that conveyed an implied threat to quack them up.

Says Luxin, "The Word can work wonders."


lc10

Señor Verdad always sat in the main square of the town by the Fountain of Beauty, in the company of His inseparable beloved, Señora Amor.

La Señora turned to her beloved and said,
"The mayor is searching for you and wants to meet you."

El Señor replied in a soft voice, lifting his hands in the air,
"The mayor and many others can search their whole lives, but if they do not recognize me they will never see me here or know me."

(Verdad = Truth; Amor = Love)


lc11

The sage judges not the unreal error.
Unreal does not mean nonexistent;
here it means something unworthy of
any concerned response or reaction.

In overestimating and judging the unreal,
thinking it to be Real,
The unreal is regarded and spoken of
as if it was Real, which it is not.
Through resistance, the unreal is given
a false power which may lead to trouble.

Seekers, hold fast to the center,
unmoved by that which is thought
to require action and response.
Dispassion is the nature of Tao.

Consider Buddha and his test
by the Lord of Social Duty;
Buddha, centered in the Real,
indicated to the Lord his priority
by calmly pointing to the ground.
Peacefulness is a priority
for the seeker of peace.
Just because many jump up
doesn't mean that is the right thing.

Luxin says,
"Angels, did you get that?"
¡Angeles! ¿Comprenden?


lc12

As he walk-ed through the town he sang a lovesome song;
the Lover sang a song of Love and heard one sing along;
the Lover, like a Lovebird, did sing his very best --
at the break of day, the air so very fresh.

A few sweet souls they did awake;
with joy these few did quake;
when they heard the lovesome song,
they couldn't help but sing along.

The many never heard the song,
and nor did they awaken;
peacefully they snored along,
and dreamed of joys they'd taken.

The few were so surprised
that sleep had vanished from their eyes;
and that their souls still rang,
from the loving song he sang.
It seemed as if they were reborn
that fablous and lovesome morn!

Luxin says,
"A song with the Word can work wonders.
It can even awaken the sleeping."


lc13

If a man arrives
at a place where
there is no thing,
why should he speak of it?

The True Man
speaks about something!
Indeed, He speaks of the Real.

No - thing - ness is not
worthy of discussion;
don't step into that trap.

If a man is aware
there is no thing there,
that's enough;
speaking of it's a step too far.


lc14

Far away but very near
An ageless Kitten sat;
Very cute with tender paws
And an ageless Kitten's hat;
He was a god, lived in a cave,
Now angels, fancy that!

Cute little meows he meowed all day;
He did not need to play;
He filled the cave with tiny meows,
Very near but far away.

Far away but very near
Walked a young man who was lost;
In his dreams he turned and tossed;
His every move came at a cost.

He wander-ed alone in deserts
For fully forty years;
He paid for a turbulent life
With a million tears.

He knew he had a loving heart
And that another was somewhere;
His best was just not good enough,
Now he was dying in the rough.

Far away but very near
His ageless Kitten mewed
As if the Cat did cry to him
"I'm here you crazy dude!"

The man he knew something was up;
He stopped and listened here --
He heard a cry right inside him,
Very far but very near.

In stillness now he hears his Friend,
Who keeps him right on track;
For Kitten-Master and His slave
There is no turnng back.

It was most def-i-nite-ly queer
That far away was very near!


lc15

The Word.
A living soul speaks it;
an old one doesn't.
A name is the Word,
and a name is thought
to be everything but it's not.

The Word connects with God.
God connects with the Word.
Each word has a meaning;
meanings are always the same,
but the words are not.

Word abused means chaos.
Word respected means peace.
If you respect Word's power,
it will not hurt you,
but casting words about
uncautiously is like
throwing knives and axes
in all directions.

The Word's like a boomerang;
it's power goes out and returns.

When it's spoken,
the Word is sound
that moves the body;
that speaks of God the All.

The Word is so close,
and so much a part of us,
that getting to know it is like
trying to examine your nose
without a mirror.

The Word is Mathematics.
The Word is mind.
The Word is personality.
The Word is All.

The creatures don't need it,
but we're lost without the Word.
Without the Word we cannot think.
Through the Word we may know
Eternity and The All.


lc16

We just are,
and all get what we want.


lc17

Men, meet your greatest teachers, women;
from these teachers you may know Love;
that is, to love a woman's Spirit and Soul
and be loved by her for the same in you.

Aspirants, you have heard the idea
that a relationship with a woman
can prevent your attainment.

However, do not abandon
the Beautiful Friend of a woman:
As she opens the earthly gates of eros,
so may she assist, if she is your True Love,
through Divine grace and your eternal and
committed love of her, in bringing you to
the gate of Nirvana.

Women, the converse of this verse also applies.

Forsaking a natural partner for whatever reason is determined and unavoidable but....


lc18

You are unquestionably The Can.

To know who You are,
throw yourself away;
drop the doubt, fear and worry;
drop the paralyzing cannot
to reveal your True Self, The Can.

In Truth, You can do anything
if You lose your cannot.

If only it was as simple as it sounds,
but the great does not come easy --
and the gates of Paradise
open to Lovers, no others.

Says Luxin,
"If you can love and be your True Can,
Angels, Heaven can be yours in this life."


lc19

When you're depressed,
who's there to cheer you?
your Friend who's always 'round,
when your friend cannot be found.

When you've got a worry
that is disturbing you,
who listens and says 'Hmmm',
and diminishes your blues?

It's a Friend that cares enough
not to judge but tell you,
'Skip the fear and worry, mate!
Pointless drama just won't do!'


lc20

The single minded seeker
is not easily distracted,
and not swayed by the seen.

The essence of The One
lies at the heart of all beings
and connectes them invisibly.

There in the Divine matrix
within and without,
but most vitally within,
is the Beauty of Truth.
Embrace the Truth within;
thus is the beautiful and
truthful given life;
thus is Love given life,
and a righteous heart
given eternal life.


lc21

There was a young maid from Biddle,
who was a bit wide in the middle,
"It matters not that I am wide!" she cried,
"as I shall be loved for my giggle!"

There was a young lord from Accord
who had no real sense or ambition;
he was a major who loathed a good mission,
and when he did laugh he would ROAR,
"Haw, haw Haw haw-haw Hawrrr!!"

His family thought he was useless--
"He can't even count up his money!"
They said "He's unnaturally cheerful,
and that roar of 'is just isn't funny!"

The plague it descended on Accord;
the lord's family members all died;
as coffins were lowered the lord he Roared
for a giggling wide maid he had spied.

"Oh! Sorry!" he cried in ap-ol-o-gy,
"I did-n't mean to laugh at this....
It was just the giggle o' yon bonny lass--
I nev-er meant to be crass!"

A few of the mourners escorted him home,
including the gig-gl-ing maid;
it turned out she was his true fam-i-ly
and they gig-gled and roared al-way.


lc22

Consider this, Angels:
All that remains
and all that continues,
eternally,
are Truth and Love.
Truth is key;
Love has to have It.


lc23

O young Lover! on that camel --
many years do you have
to cross the desert of Life
on your fabulous camel,
before you reach the City of Joy.

Whether you are alone
or in a caravan,
you must travel in solitude.
Some who are with you now
won't make it to the City.

You will fall in love at the oases.
It's good to love,
but in time your loved ones
will vanish like a mirage;
your first loves are stepping stones.

Love yourSelf, young Lover;
the Path is long and difficult;
love yourSelf.

Love your camel;
care for that wonderful creature
and it will care for you.

Love yourSelf and be yourSelf.
Love your camel and be your camel;
she is going your way;
most of your fellow travellers are not;
love them, but remain detached.

Alone on the desert of Life,
keep the City of Joy in mind.
The more years you travel
the arduous path to Joy,
the stronger will be your vision
of entering the City.

Angel, with Love you started out;
with Love you will complete the journey.

At your last oasis before the City,
if you have loved yourSelf well,
your True Love will be waiting;
you will both have journeyed far.

Two angels will enter the City,
but that's just the beginning
of another journey!

Love yourSelf now, young Lover.
Admire the stars at night.
In the heat of the day
when your friend Camel
stands and growls after his nap,
stand and growl with him.
You are him and he is you.
Love yourSelf, all and Life.
With disinterest, Love returns to Lovers.

An eternal loving Friend
is watching over you;
Keep Courage, angel.
You cannot see me
as I am of the Infinite;
I will guide you to the City.

Love yourSelf, young Lover;
the Path is long and difficult;
love yourSelf.


lc24

A birthday is like
a crack in the sidewalk;
we either choose it,
and the possibility
that we trip over it,
or not.

To one who knows how to live,
the great celebration is every day;
and things that carry
an element of misery with the fun
are shunned.

Just ask a Lover
who's been around forever
what a birthday is
in the vastness of time.

When we're all enjoying
a "Happy Everyday",
and not just once a year,
then we'll be cookin' with gas!

Luxin says,
"A 'Happy Everyday'
is an evolutionary thing;
until its time arrives
we have the status quo.

So if you or anybody
needs a birthday celebration,
do your best to make it happen!"


lc25

A little bird told me that no matter what condition our planet gets in it will not die. Obviously many of us and other beings will suffer and die, but the planet has the power to cleanse itself over time, with life forms returning, regardless of the amount of damage.

That doesn't mean it's OK to pollute, which roughly equates with all people doing the untellable. The Law of Karma has no exceptions. To the degree that we throw hell, we catch hell.


lc26

Hidden in all is the Truth
that only reveals Itself
to a Lover.

That Truth may be stirred by Truth
as harmonic vibrations
resonate together
and the Truth responds to the Word.

Democritus said that
"Nature has buried truth
at the bottom of the sea."

If angels can patiently
dive down through the Sea of Love
and speak to the Truth,
it might speak back.
Paradise could open up.

Luxin says:
"Are you ready for Paradise?
Can you dive to the bottom?
Nothing ventured, nothing gained!
Time is short!"


lc27

It has been said that
transience is illusory;
however,
transient forms are visible;
thoughts also are real things.

The correct word for a thing
is important,
as one incorrect word
can bring about the unspeakable.

Luxin says,
"Angels, even if God swallows
Something without thinking about it,
Why should you do the same?

You're blessed if a word
sticks in your throat
like a fish bone at dinner."


lc28

Love is the Great Ocean
or the Vast Ether
that connects all things.
Truth is a lightning flash
seen by few.

Love is what is connected
and that which connects.
The attractive powers of
gravity and magnetism
maintain the integrity
of the planet;
the attractive power of Love
in the masses maintains
the integrity of humanity....

The Gates of Paradise
are opened by Love of
the Inner Beauty of all beings
and the Universe's beautiful forms --
but primarily the Beloved --
the Inner Beauty Itself.


lc29


When ye tak' a trip aroun' th' worl' and come right back,
That is when ye'll know that ye are on the proper track;
Ye'll go a' aroun' th' world and ye will niver find,
That which lives inside yerself, just above yer mind.

There's a lovely thing my dears its source is all around;
The Beloved lives inside yer 'art, a nobler thing's no found.

The greatest gift that ye can give's from thee t' thine own self;
The finest thing ye'll iver know is a gift from a wee elf --
Also known as a Leprechaun that waits fer ye on a shelf; [[[o' rock]]]
When ye see 'im doun 'e comes and offers ye yerSelf.

It appears t' be a Pot O' Gold if that y' had t' know;
But what It truly is me dear It has a blindin' glow!

It turns out that a Leprechaun is nobbut yer own Self;
An' if ye catch a Leprechaun, it's odd ye've caught yerSelf!

The Pot O' Gold is 'appiness, a thing no gold can give;
The Pot O' Gold is Love, me dear, the secret how t' live.

The Leprechaun 'e gives th' Gold, 'e knows it belangs t' you;
The Gold o' the Beloved -- Begorra! Angels it's You!


lc30

The Truth It is within,
of that I have no doubt;
all things they lie within --
micro of the Macrocosm,
how could You be without?

Eternal Truth She waits forever;
patiently bides Her time;
till Sincerity sings of Her,
She will not sing nor rhyme.

If you seek the Truth,
you must look inside;
when you find It there,
the Truth is your first bride.[1]

Seek ye there O angels!
Within you is the gold!
and if you wed the Truth within
you never will grow old!

"What is Truth?" some folks do ask,
the basic Truth is this:
To hurt is wrong and also:
to help brings one to bliss.

Truth doth ring so beautifully
when She's spoken to;
when She hears you talk of Her,
through rings She speaks to you.

The Ring of Truth, O angels,
it's sure you've heard of this;
but few can know Its depth,
and that It points to bliss.

Truth doth resonate alway
within your very heart;
when It rings right back, O friend,
It says "I am here and I am You,
and I'm the Truth thou art."

Says Luxin,

"Many look for the basic Truth, Dharma or Law
outside themselves where it can't be found. It's in
You! You Are Love! You are Truth! God gives every
one of us Everything! No one 'passes the assembly
line inspection without three big checks!'"


Footnote [1] or groom.


lc31

This is a very ancient tale
as it was told to me;
it was ten thousand years ago;
it's now 6000 AD.

A Lover he lived in 4000 BC,
he was a Stone Age man;
he was destined to live forever,
for so is the god who does all he can.

The god loved a woman and she loved him;
he seemed an average man,
growing dates at an oasis;
keeping camels for caravans.

The god he had a troubled friend
who played sad tunes on his flute;
women thought he was crazy,
though handsome his fear made him mute.

The friend he loved the ladies so much,
when with them he turned to a puddle;
he took their rejection so hard,
and kept all alone in a muddle.

The god saw this and told his friend,
" You are the strongest of men !
Be not deceived -- I am telling you
that a gentle man has the strength of ten ! "

The goddess for a god like you
is sweet, thoughtful and kind,
and a precious jewel so hard to find!
For her you could wait for a lifetime.
She waits for you now, and mutters alway,
"If he never shows up I'll go out of my mind."

" This riddle I pose to you, my friend,
may bring your quandary to an end;
when you solve and demonstrate it,
you to the gods Good Nature will send. "

" What is the one thing a man must know
in order to become a god? "

" Hmmmm -- I like this riddle ! ",
the friend said,
" I think I have the answer --
it's something I've been trying
to understand my whole life.
It's myself. "

" Correct !
Praise be to God that is the gods !
Praise be to Us ! "
exclaimed the riddler god,
as his just-about-god friend chuckled.


lc32

Eagle was flying about 20 feet above and along the
rocky beach looking for some treat for lunch like
maybe a dead fish. Crow chased after him to
harrass him, cawing repeatedly and trying to peck
Eagle on his neck and his back, but staying clear of
his large yellow and powerful talons.

Eagle did not even acknowledge that Crow was
there harrassing him. He just said quietly, as they
flew together, "Friend Crow, I'm minding my
own business."

Crow replied, while doing his utmost to peck some
of Eagle's flesh under his fluffed up feathers, "Well,
I'm not a noble bird of prey like you, but I feel I'm
minding my own business too. I can't tell you what
my business is, but it's natural, and I'm compelled to
peck you as long as you're around here, friend
Eagle."

"OK, friend Crow, I understand, and I know what
you must be protecting. Now don't take any offense
in this, by it's also natural for me to be indifferent
regarding your attacks and ignore you for the most
part, as it's not my business to react to you
vengefully by making a determined effort to grab
you with my talons with the intention of hurting
you, friend Crow. If it's easy to do so I may grab you
to deter you, but I will not kill you because killing a
friend is not in God's plan for Eagles.

My only business here is to look for my lunch, and
you're not on the menu. Also not on my current
menu are your fledglings sitting in your nest over
there; in addition, you are vigilant and there are
sufficient dead fish to satisfy my appetite."

"Dear Eagle, thank you for that analysis. Will you
also not feel offended if I keep pecking you? Shall
we both just do what we do and not take it
personally?"

"Absolutely, friend Crow!", Eagle replied.

Luxin says:

"Good lives are natural for Eagle and Crow,
but conscious lives are the good lives we know."


lc33

Many do call out the name of the Lord,
knowing not He is right there;
yet The One is around and everywhere;
he hears you clearly, no need to call;
the Lord is within and not deaf at all.
Awaken Angel! you've slept through the Summer!
Now you are going to sleep through the Fall?

Your Swan it hopeth to fly through the night,
but dies in Its paddock: With thee that's all right?
For tis thee that dieth so far from the light.
Thy heart yearneth yet for the Swan to take flight,
but a poor dying Swan cannot fly or alight
on the Beautiful Shore such a glorious sight.

Your soul is now high in the beautiful heavens
it hopeth for more than just sixes and sevens;
in place of perfume is a sulphurous smell
of the Lov-ed One's failure and terrible hell.
.
Heaven awaits on that beautiful shore
where all is provided, no one could ask more;
while the Swan dieth and you only snore,
Beauty is trapped, Good knocks at the door.

For the dire fate of the perfect pure Swan,
the heart is now mourning for Spirit now gone;
O Angel! till Beauty is that which you search,
in the city of Death you'll be left in the lurch.


lc34

O learned ones!
When will you ever see
the Light that Life hath given thee?
The Twelfth of Never it could be.

Cherished illusions' deadly grip
prevents scribes from jumping ship.
The truth be told the Fates do wail,
"The ship of knowledge never sails!"
But a paper boat with Love won't fail.


lc35

Luxin says:

" It'll never matter if nobody gets you!
If you know you're in the Real world,
That's the main thing! "


lc36

Blissful is the Soul of the one who has no choice
but to be happy or a wicked one for sure;
I once made it clear of the unspeakable;
my love of the Beloved keeps me pure.

As a happy Bride of my good Master,
I'm peaceful and as gentle as can be;
from trouble I have come,
but know that I have won
all the deepest Love
my Husband has for me.

The self is not what we are;
the deception's gone too far;
every one is innocent;
no need for guilt or to repent;
the ego is the culprit;
if ego's done the joy's begun.

Happy is Luxin,
singing in his little boat;
in the main what Life's about
is what you do to keep afloat.

Says Luxin,
"One may conceal this and that,
but the Heart's journey must be told."


lc37

On the edge of town
there's a little known well
at which,
needing no basket or rope,
waters of Love
they rise up to the heart;
thus doth it know of
e - ter - ni - ty,
So caring and righteousness
always will be.

The mantis she bites off
the head of her mate;
their future depends on
his head on her plate.
The mantis's being
thus always will be,
and all Life's eternal
analogously.

The dragonfly
flits over the lake,
and draws up sweet water
so dragonfly heart
will always make
the good dragonfly dart.
From waters of Beauty
a heart never parts.

The pretty white clouds
to the fore of the sun
represent the great glory
that's thought to come
after Life's done.
Nay!
It's right here and now
that the Glory is won!

Says Luxin,
"One's corpse is not a ticket to
the one and only
Heaven-on-earth-here-and-now.
If you wait till you're gone,
your ticket will have expired.
Heaven is now or never!"


lc38

Reason and Judgment stand in the doorway,
preventing the entrance of Love;
if this arrogant pair could sit over there,
perhaps we could get to know Love.


lc39

The need to share thoughts
is universal,
and we're compelled to share
whether understood or not.

Disinterest in response is essential
for a skilled sharer
to sustain their effort,
which is made
for the sake of the sharing,
which is also learning.
This is 'living for the process
and in the moment.'

Looking beyond self-desire,
the way ahead is revealed.


lc40

We're connected
through and through;
my sparks
go out to you;
your sparks
come back to me.

In our oneness,
hurt one way
is hurt right back.
What is given
does come back,
this way or that.

The Tao's greatness
makes doing right
a reward in itself.
The true heart
is always blessed.

To be beautiful,
see the Beauty.
To be at peace,
intuit the vast peace
of the Tao.


lc41

Fly the flag at half-mast!
Company salute!
Fire the twenty-one-gun salute!

The fallen hero
has gone to his rest.

The hero now resides
where so many heroes
have gone before.

Attention!
Present arms!
Fire the cannon of glory!

Darkness is falling.
Roll the drums.
May the company bugler play Taps!

Enough honoring the dead.

Throughout the night,
Commanders of Angels,
We must draw up plans
for the great battle to come!

O Warriors! Saints! Angels!
Let us meet our glorious destiny!


lc42

I am you and you are me;
We're no different, don't you see?
Add eight billion to our pair,
And we're God, that say I dare!


lc43

Luxin says,
"Iss is a sma verse
aboot a wee mannie
aats been aroon ayebidan."

Finiver ahm dottled
or unsure aboot onything,
iss aul mannie
sets me richt,
an then ahm free t' sing.

E aye kens fit ahm thinkin;
e seems tae read mi mind,
an e aye gies mi guid advice;
e's jis like mi aul-man.
Spikkin tae an aul-man's affa fine,
lik yer spikkin tae an aul soul!

E tells mi iss;
e tells mi aat;
aathing ahm needin t' ken:
fit's e best t' say aboot aat;
fit, far, foo and fan.

Iss aul mannie's a very guid freen!
Iss guid aul-man's mi Hairt!

Says Luxin,
"Dis onybody ken fit ahm spikkin aboot?
If ye dee, fit rare!"

ENGLISH TRANSLATION:

Luxin says,
This is a little poem
about a little man
that's been around forever.

Whenever I'm confused
or unsure about anything,
this little old man
sets me right,
and then I'm free to sing.

He always knows what I'm thinking;
he seems to read my mind,
and always gives me good advice;
he's just like my father.
Talking to a father's wonderful,
like you're talking to an old soul!

He tells me this;
he tells me that;
everything I need to know:
What's the best to say about that;
What, where, who and when.

This little old man's a very good friend!
This good father's my Heart!


lc44
Singing the Universal Sound, Aum

1. Sit comfortably, legs crossed on the floor.

2. If nighttime, a candle flame in front of you might
be nice and should assist with concentration.
Daytime, flowers or a picture of Nature; if the latter
is on your computer screen, ensure the monitor is at
eye level as you sit on the floor.

3. Take a couple of slow, easy deep breaths, slowly
filling your lower and upper lungs; beginners
may tear lung tissues, but they will heal. Sigh or
hum with exhalation to awaken the vocal chords.

The "Aum" and the "Om"

These are the two universal sounds one can make.
The "Om" is basically an "Aum" without the starting
"Ah", as I'll explain.

Warming Up

First of all, below are warm-up exercises regarding
singing the "Ah" to "oo" vowel sounds, starting with
"Ah" [as in "Bah" or "fah" and "lah" of "doh-ray-mee-fah-so-lah-tee-doh"] and ending with "oo" [as
in cows moo.]

Singing the "Ah"

Open your mouth quite wide without straining and,
relaxing your throat, sing the "Ah" for a few
seconds. The "Ah" sound should come naturally
when the mouth is wide open; it's the same sound a
doctor asks one to make in a throat examination.

Singing the "Ah" to "oo" Transition

Starting with the "Ah" and singing a sustained note
without any lapse, slowly close your lips over a
4-second or so period until your lips are puckered
into the small round "oo" position. Do it again,
making the transition time 8 seconds or more, and
spend extra time in the "oo" position at the end.

Singing the "Aw"

To sing the "Aw" [ as in "Aw gee", paw, law ], start
with "Ah" and close your lips slightly till you hear
the "Aw." That's your starting position for the Aum."

Singing the "Aum"

There are four basic sounds in the "Aum."
The transition order is:

Aw -- Oh -- oo -- mm.

The ending "mm" is lips closed. The "Oh" and the
"oo" are in there but can go by faster than the
starting "Aw" and the ending "mm." If the "oo" is
barely there, that's fine; the greater singing
relaxation is with the start and end sounds.

Singing the "Om" or "Ohm"

As above but starts with the "Oh" position and is
just:

Oh -- oo -- mm.


lc45

Guru means assistant guru;
Luxin will explain.

You are your main guru.
The one we know as a guru
is your assistant guru;
a true leader
follows behind.

You do most of the work
alone on a solitary path
the assistant cannot walk
for you.

An assistant is
a sharer and adviser,
not a teacher.
No one can teach
another anything.

Those who can learn, learn;
no one can make someone learn.
The ones who really learn
are the self-taught;
the true student learns
by teaching themself.

Says Luxin,
"Listen, Angels!
Whoever can understand
this is way ahead!"


lc46

Swan and Elephant stood in the shade
of a willow tree beside the lake.
The two spoke for hours,
then Swan bowed to Elephant,
who nodded to Swan.
Oddly, Swan walked away
like Elephant....
a shining pearl in his beak.
Elephant secretly smiled.


lc47

That beautyful wumman, Truth!
Folks niver saw it comin'.
When She came t' a town,
as soon's She spoke
the town'd be torn apart,
whole fam'lies at each other's throats.

When Truth wis 't home on Sundy,
hones' folks foun' 'er doors open;
th' udders who cam' by wud knock,
bit only heared 'er sangin'.

Says Luxin,
" Uh huh!
That beautyful wumman, Truth
is really th' sweetest thang! "
Bit when she speaks the Truth
all hell breaks loose!


lc48

You wake up -- it's hot and stuffy.
You're a fresh air person;
Your beloved has closed the doors.
Do not open those doors!
they are closed for a reason;
do not interfere.

What you want is not important;
you are not important;
accept that and things will go better.

Your Beloved is calling you out for air
that has the life-giving substance;
you go out and close the doors behind you.

Now sit on the ground under the moon;
you, the bride, with your husband,
your home now outside
with the tiny life particles.

Your Spirit brother crickets sing
more soothingly than humans can.
Right there now you're far away;
a sunny sea with countless twinkles
starts drawing you into the Infinite.
A tiny figure walks on the beach --
It is you.

You are at peace with the Beloved;
He is drawing you into tranquility;
drawing you to himself;
hold him gently and "float"
half an inch above the ground.

Supine now, looking at the moon;
it is your mind, the Beloved your Sun
giving you the power to do ANYTHING.
The moon-you mirrors the Sun-You.
As ripples diminish on a lake,
the sun's reflection is clearer.

At peace in the Infinite,
you will go from age to age
with Tranquility and Love
beyond imagination.

Now go back in the house;
The loved one you earned is there.

Says Luxin, "If you hear this,
you're the guru, I'm the disciple."


lc49

The eternal, the future
is based on the now.
"The future is now."
If the present means nothing
and nothing is done,
whatever comes after this life
is also nothing.

No one obtains
a good present or future life
without earning it
in the current life.

No one gains
a good future life
by just handing
their corpse over
at Heavens' gate.

Something for nothing
Is nonexistent.


lc50

What, me judge anyone?
and dig myself a hole
pretending to be perfect?
No way!
The perfect and sinless can judge,
not me!


lc51

The truth is pointed
and always uncomfortable
for someone;
therefore,
kindness and caution
are needed in speaking it.


lc52

Potentially,
I'm a "bad" one.
Things happened,
but my father always said,
" Stop --
you're not going there. "
He knew some things
and didn't judge me.

So I've never been the one
some thought I was;
children knew the real me;
just a kid like them.

I'm a black sheep
who can't go full black;
or a pirate
who never plunders
cause he loves
Life too much.

I'm a disabled pirate!
Arrrrrrrrrrrhh, matey! ==> Negative.
Meow ==> Affirmative.


lc53

An Undertaker's Establishment Fable

Slim, a slim undertaker with a limp, was examining
the corpse on the table. His assistant, a boy, was
standing by. The corpse had belonged to a high
stakes poker player, just in town, by the name of
New York Peebles.

" So wut happent t' this un? " asked the boy.

Slim replied, " Well, I wis told there wis a lot o'
talkin' at the table, and Mean Sammy wis there.
You know how dour he is. "

" Yup, that man's a dry gulch, " the boy interjected.

" Peebles had a good hand an' no one knew but
Sammy, who could tell Peebles wis excited cause he
wis talkin' so much. After some minutes of Peebles'
low key babblin', Sammy stood up and shot 'im in an
unfortunate place as you c'n see. An as Peebles lay there, Sammy yelled,

" There's thinkers an' there's talkers! This here wis a talker! "

New York Peebles Comes Back

You fine folks just may recall
New York Peebles shot last Fall;
but after Slim looked hard at him
it turned out he weren't dead at all.
The bullet went through ol' Peebles throat
an' out the back it went remote.
Never did find it!

Peebles woke and stood real quick,
jis said t' Slim, " Ahm feelin' sick! "
He walked o'er t' the saloon not far
an' found Mean Sammy at the bar.

Sammy cried, " Hello New York!,
sorry Ah shot ye in th' throat!
Ah knew ye'd be back here soon;
Ah've niver bin able to' kill anyone --
Ah reckon that just ain't in God's plan. "

Peebles replied, " Yer a hard man, Sammy,
but an honest one Ah'm thinkin' !
How's about we start t' drinkin' ? "

" Amen t' that, Reverend! " Mean Sammy
exclaimed.


lc54

Never let the gods out;
keep them in their cage.
Well, perhaps just one who is
a thousand years of age?

However:
Always best is never,
and a visitor must have
their cell key.


lc55

My goodness! I've seen some crazy things!

A slug monitoring the bees working in their hives,
for quality control;

Skin that wants to be a colon;

Alligators in charge of a zoo;

A spider showing scorpions how to sting;

A donkey advising racehorses;

A cat running a dog pound;

A goat driving a cart pulled by four hyenas;

A hyena directing a pride of lions.


lc56

Assumption is the death of Reason.


lc57

Ram he had a different son
One and two gave birth to three.
I am his son, a wandering soul,
and am the swan you see.
With my father Ram I stay,
gaining knowledge every day.
One fine day I'll fly away
up from our peaceful lake;
with me a fine pearl I'll take,
to offer others from my beak.
Ram he had a different son
One and two gave birth to three.


lc58

The love of God the All -- the Love of Life!

Sweeter than the sweetest, it is the veritable Sweet;

how ever does one find It, if one has only feet

and It is so far away in the Himalayas?

The Mountain of Beauty is so near but very far away.

Beloved, you are anguished, and how sad this is to say!


lc59

When I'm gone I won't be gone;

I'll be right there on the corner, or in the city square.

I won't be inside a rose or in the dewdrop on it.

I'll be somewhere listening as someone softly speaks;

or I'll be with you in your mind, kissing your sweet cheek.

I won't be on the sea, unless a sailor's there;

I'll not be on a mountaintop unless a mountaineer.

In cremated ashes, darling, I will not be found;

but it's likely I'll be where beautiful arias are sung;

or walking by the sea watching terns and seagulls fly.

My darling I'll be wandering within the hearts of men;

I'll meet you, my life's treasure, somewhere, and somewhen.


lc60

The philosopher-kings came riding,
charging over the hill --
enthused and ready philosopher-incursives!

Did they not contend now,
they certainly never will --
relentless and pesky philosopher-incursives!

On they came fiercely over the plain;
the barbaric thundering herd of the Word
threw knowledge and waved their terrible swords
of what was at least believed the Word.

When the Black Knight of the Word, Luxin
spied the fair damsel Prunella's distress,
he shouted loud o'er the clamorous battle,
"Whoa! Let's take this wordplay over the hill!
Phrase like men, and cease this prattle!

The philosopher-incursives then
packed up their code and weapons neatly
and went thence over the hill to fight,
but politely with elegant discipline
which would not distress the damsel overmuch.

Said one incursive to the other,
"Pardon me, do you mind if I thrust
you with this sword of Word I hold?"
"Well", was the soft and genteel reply,
"Most certainly, my dear fellow, if you must!"

And the honorable philosopher-kings and the
honorable Fair Damsel of Wordenham, angels and
gods all, lived happily and considerately in the
Now and forever.


lc61

My dear friend you left your Beloved
to be with others.
Now thanks are due to Heaven
that you've come back!
We did not know if you would live,
and worried about you night and day!

It does not matter what happened
when Death was gazing;
all that matters is that you're back
and the Beloved, always happy,
is even happier!
And so many beautiful things
are happening in your life!


lc62

Listen, Angels,
Sometimes,
what a person says
when upset
is not from their heart,
but rather
from their ego
that speaks not
of how they
truly are.


lc63

There are many names
for The One,
and many names
for It's aspect
that is you,
Yourself.


lc64

Philosophy lacks excitement;
Reason brings satisfaction;
games bring excitement.
There are Reality and games;
one may have one,
not both.


lc65

Life is Love --
a thing that no being
can survive without.


lc66

Exulting in failure
is also failure.


lc 67

One loves
the Beauty of God
in every person,
not the person.


lc 68

Peace comes from knowing
that you did your absolute best.
Real Life's not in "winning"
or getting great results
and all we need;
real Life's in nobly striving
to be what only you can be.
Real Life's in the Self.


lc69

Froggy,
you and I are brothers;
we're not enemies at all.
You hopped into my life
one evening;
now I gently carry you
out of the house
back to your life in the garden.

In helping you I fulfilled
a small duty as a human being,
and you reminded me of
the brotherhood of creatures
which I belong to.

Brothers in God's Spirit
help each other
to live their different lives.


lc 70

You are not my enemy;
enemies are not substantive;
though we may be opposed
in concept or mind,
we are brothers in Spirit.


lc 71

self-glorification
is unbecoming for a human being;
Self-glorification
is perfectly becoming.


lc72

True leaders are born,
not made,
and the best don't choose to lead;
others -- people who recognize true leaders--
choose them to lead.

Furthermore, true leaders
don't "stand up front giving orders";
they "walk behind the group,"
watching everyone and everything,
and pitching in wherever help is needed.



lc73

Hey billy bollow the swan's in the hollow,
the time for shakin' 's right now;
Life is to live and it's lovely to give
fore the body is under a cow.


lc74

When straight talkers
visit Lady Truth,
her doors open mysteriously
and they can walk right in;


lc75

When someone's free of sin
they can judge another.


lc76

Self-esteem is the best esteem.


lc77

Speak not of those
who die before their time;
that's a matter for the gods.


lc78

The scholar with no Beloved
dries up and blows away.
The lake drains the glacier;
all goes back to the sea.
In Divine weightlessness,
things fly apart.
No Love, no Life.


lc79

The beaten track leads nowhere.


lc80

The spider in our shower place
runs up from his corner of
the floor that is wet
and has more insects to eat.

Analogously,
more truths may be found
in the lowly but exalted
like children and
the humble of any age.


lc81

The unseen matrix of right and order
is the grain of the universe.
Futile is going against the grain!


lc82

Never of the world,
just sailing through it,
Luxin thought he was alone.
He was wrong.
He learned he was not alone.
Far from it!
He was just unaware
of how many others
there are like him.
All slaves,
like an army of outpost soldiers
who rarely if ever get together,
with generals they never see.


lc83

All things meant to be
will come in time;
no need to seek.

You are also someone
that deserves your love.
If no one is there yet
to love or love you,
start things off by being
kind to yourself.

Get yourself ready.
To be ready for love
is to find it.
Take your time.
Beauty is worth the wait.

When the Friend is near
and self is clear
your love will appear.


lc84

A paragon rebuking a dunce
is a perfect no-no.


lc85

The sage, concerned
about its bite and
the sin of being mean to insects,
will not reprimand a mosquito.


lc86

The sage hears
The Thunder of Heaven
and fears it;
he pities those
who cannot hear it
and therefore cannot fear it.


lc87

Not with a shovel
does a man dig
his first grave,
but with his words
and actions.


lc88

Your enjoyment
of the privilege
and beauty of life
is determined by
your thoughts.

Recognize
those thoughts
and treasure them,
cause without them,
no happiness.


lc89

He lives without Ram
on a cliff edge,
so of course he's jumpy.
Say one word to him,
Whoops! There he goes!
Death comes suddenly
without a foundation.

Ram with every breath
keeps the blues away;
Ram a lot equals happiness.


lc90

There's an important word;
one knows it;
one has to have it.
Is it a good word?
Time will tell.
Take care with words,
words take care of you
if they're good ones.


lc91

I love all the beauty!
Give me beauty
or give me nothing!

Nothing?
OK, it won't last,
and I never expect
anything anyway.

But there's beauty in me!
Let's have a song!


lc92

Every moment
I'm at peace;
my breathing soft;
my joy great,
but quiet, serene.

I am gently held
in the tender arms
of the Beloved,
praising my sweet Lord
endlessly.


lc93

A man without Friend
has an early end.


lc94

Sit quietly;
make the sound
of The One,
in you and
all around.
Be at peace.

Aum again.
Do this for life.

Forget the ritual;
don't fall asleep.

Know the meaning;
it's not complicated:
It's Love.
It's Oneness.

Luxin smiled
a little smile at this,
and he chuckled.

With Love,
difficulties vanish
and never really were.


lc95

Sarasvati married
her Father Brahma,
Lord and Surya of all.
The swan,
seeking the sun's rays,
rises from the peaceful waters
of Lake Manasarovar.

Everyone is innocent.
No one is guilty.


lc96

Angry and fearful,
he sat on cliff's edge,
his Beloved there
but not with him.
He was not Himself.

Death came up
and said, "Go."
The rest is untellable.


lc97

Without one's Beloved,
How does Life go on?
Honestly, It limps sadly.


lc98

I'm telling you
there was tickling
without tickling.

When a new
and exotic bird
flew by,
my soul took wing;
it always flies
with the seeming freedom
of the birds,
just as it flew to me
before my birth.

Then I heard an aria sung
like never before.
That Beloved sang
as a great virtuoso,
full of Life and Passion.
My soul flew again.

How could I not
be ready to die
after that?

Luxin says,
"When one has truly lived,
that is indeed when
one is ready to die."


lc99

Equitable distribution
is Nature's Way.
Take enough,
not more
than you need.

"I earned it."
... the delusive ego's talk;
it belongs
to the people.

Holding on
to excess wealth
to the grave
is sickness.

Forgive the addicted
wealth hoarders;
it's not their fault.
For the people to live,
the ego must diminish;
Love will live again then.


lc100

Don't fuss with your hair;
no need for perfect nails
or a perfect expensive nose.
They're not worth it!
Why, all of them
gossip about the neighbors
or cheat on their taxes!
Especially all those pretty hairs.
To them, the ego is God!
They just worship
the little "e-man",
and if they're always
fussed with,
they'll never know
the one true God.

Leave them mostly alone
to Nature's care;
It always knows best
what they need --
like maybe one gentle lash
with a wet noodle.


lc101

The cats were yowling
in the yard --
confrontation;
feline screams;
grappling and biting;
chasing and running;
jumping down
from the high gate.

Not having a Friend,
that's fine for them.
For us,
the disaster
of not knowing Him
far outweighs the
ostensible feline one
with yowling drama --
it's unspeakably awful.

Says Luxin,
"Yes, if it came to that,
I'd rather be a cat!
Are you getting this?
If you are,
you're absolutely brilliant!"


lc102

As the neglected dog
in a cage
whines himself to death,
so does the man
who doesn't know himself
suffer, whine and die
by degrees.

This is why
Pythagoras said,
"Above all things,
know yourself."

Says Luxin,
"I hope you shine,
not whine!
Knowing yourself
is the most important
thing, but it isn't easy."


lc103

Every person
is intrinsically honorable;
realizing that
may allow one to enjoy
the safety and security of
a number of Virtues
including Love and Reason.


lc104

The fighter with fists
has his glory,
and finishes up
flat on his back:
the price of earthly glory.

The fighter with words
has his glory,
and his words
may live forever;
sometimes he too
lives forever.


lc105

The cage of your body
has a wonderful
Bird of Paradise
inside it;
one that is rarely seen.

Please let it out;
it needs to sing and fly
just like you do.

Listen, angels!
That Bird of Paradise
is your veritable essence!

Says Luxin,
"If you can hear your Bird singing,
far out fantastic!"


lc106

My mind can forget
but my heart will not.
With me always will be
my haters and lovers.
My slanderers
show me what I am
and my lovers believe in me.
With both I am blessed,
and will be thankful always
for what they give.


lc107

As darkness only exists
in the absence of light,
so evil only exists
in the absence of good.

As light is a power
that replaces dark,
so good is a power
that overpowers evil.

As dark replaces not light
where light exists,
so evil overpowers not good
where good exists.


lc108

The mind?
Not for itself;
It's a mirror.
The way of intellect?
A dry gulch in the desert.


lc109

When intellectuals pass by God
sitting in his backyard enjoying some rays,
he always pulls his hat down over his eyes
and pretends he's asleep.


lc110

The greatest outcome
of mistakes
is not having
to repeat them.


lc111

The people looked
in the mirror
but there
was nothing there.

"O Brahma!",
the witness cried,
"There are people
lacking reflections!
Could you possibly
do something about it?"

"It's not up to me,"
Brahma replied;
"I created the Universe,
but you are
in charge of it.

Do not ask
anything of me,
but of yourself.
I have
no responsibility
for the world;
you have it all.

I'm on
a permanent
surfing vacation
in Hawaii.
I don't care
about people
at all
because I am
not human.

I am the Laws
of the Universe.
Ye're free to follow
or break them/me.
Ye're ignoring
and breaking me;
That is why
people cannot see
themselves.

Because I am in ye,
Ye are the ones
giving this speech;
and if ye cannot
find thine own answers,
for ye there is
little hope.

Nevertheless,
ye may still survive
with that little hope.
It is up to ye
to solve the enigma
of life I left ye.
Those that solve it
will prove
themselves worthy
of all the Beauty
I left ye.

Says Brahma, "Listen, Angels ...
Just between you and me,
that's what Luxin had me say.
I never created anything.
All this just evolved.
Perhaps Darwin could
take my place
while I'm in Hawaii.
What do you think?
Would that be fine?"


lc112

Climbing, climbing.
The view is so beautiful;
I'm alone up here;
left everyone behind.

Living in two worlds
is crazy but great.
Climbing, climbing.
Still far to go.


lc113

Those who are
wrong about you
show you who you are
much more than those
who are right.


lc114

Swan is quiet now,
sitting on the shore
of Lake Manasarovar
at the feet of Ram.

He'd had a dramatic flurry
of wing stretches, head bobs,
swanny notes and trumpets,
and short low flights.

It's now time to be silent,
separating milk from water
and nibbling on pearls.


lc115

My goodness!
Ye gods and little fishes!
Someone most unexpected
reads me and looks after me!

I'm blessed
he could talk to me.
Whenever he's quiet
that means
I'm doing fine.


lc116

Dying, dying.
everybody dies --
from this, from that.
Dying more than once
is not so great,
but I've heard it happens.
Best of all is to live forever.


lc117

He talks about heaven,
but how can he get there
if he's in his own way?
Talk is cheap.
Example is everything.


lc118

So much went by;
seems it kills me
when I think of it.
What was it really?
A lot of filler
till I woke up.


lc119

Think of the past,
you're going there.
Go ahead.


lc120

Swan!
After all your playing with ladies,
someone saw you in darkness.
You yourself saw a black pit.
Your feathers are getting dirty looking.
Wakie-wakies!


lc121

Knowledge = 1.
Kindness = 1.
Knowledge + Kindness = 2.


lc122

My guru teaches me nothing;
I learn by myself.
Yes, it's different.
He does not share
what I don't know.
If I have a question
then I'm ready for the answer.
The answer comes
from him or from me.

He knows my question....
I ramble around
stating whatever I think
might answer my question.
If my answer is correct
he is silent, meaning "yes."
If it's incorrect he says "no."

We talk about mundane things,
but when it's time to reflect,
I do almost all of the talking
and am compelled to think.
I never get ahead of myself,
and only learn
what I'm ready to learn.

It's nice when my guru is silent;
that means I'm on track;
but when he says no a lot,
it means I've got
a big lesson to learn,
and have to scramble
to figure out what it is!

My guru's way ahead,
but some day I'll catch up;
might take me many years,
but I'll get there.


lc123

Hamsa, hamsa, walks like a duck
Hamsa, ham, he's more than luck!
Hamsa, hamsa, walks like a duck
Hamsa, ham, he's more than luck!

The exquisite swan he works all day
separating milk from water;
with enough milk he makes a pearl
which goes to his lovely daughter.

He brung the pearl down to the lake
and gave it to his daughter,
who boldly flew with it underwater.
When she arose, remarked the potter,
"Look at her, she seemed to totter
from the weight of that fine pearl
though it be so small to her!"

"Nay, it was her big webbed feet
sticking in the mud in sweltering heat;
her steps they are most elegant and firm.
But why she handed off the pearl
to a peahen there I'd like to learn.
When hen took it her head did thud
heavily upon the bank's thick mud."

Hamsa, hamsa, walks like a duck
Hamsa, ham, he's more than luck!
Hamsa, hamsa, walks like a duck
Hamsa, ham, he's more than luck!


lc124

Ignoring a taunt is victory;
responding to it is defeat.


lc125

Conscious mind, crow,
flies everywhere,
gets into everything
and makes a lot of noise
cawing and cawing.
When crow sits still
on a branch,
Divine mind, elephant,
that was quietly standing,
can be heard speaking
in low rumbles
that were until then
inaudible.


lc126

If my friend, salute you must,
salute the One that you can trust.
Obey the king, respect the flag,
but secretly salute the One.

The king says not what's yours and mine,
God alone can say that line.
Ostensibly you must conform;
form straight lines is what you do,
though they must be naught to you.

Give to the boss what he demands
when he's on the phone;
give to Justice her demands
when they are all known.


lc127

The world got empty;
seems eight billion
oddly disappeared.
Luxin felt like
the only one left,
rowing away,
whistling and singing
in his little boat.
He did scream a little
till he sighted his friend
also rowing his boat.


lc128

The young lady's
Friend was there with her,
but not recognized.
Surrounded by distractions,
her Reality slowly
lost its focus and
he disappeared from her mind.
For now, there was nothing
he could do but watch.
He told himself that
someday someone
would love him.


lc129

The treeman stands firmly rooted in air;
its branches grow down in the ground.
From the ground we take our nutrition;
from the heavens the treeman takes his.
The treeman cannot walk on the ground,
but saunters about the heavens above
with roots-feet swishing throughout the air.
Peacocks nest high in the treeman's roots
and are always kwah-kwahing up there.


lc130

When all there is is absent,
all there isn't takes charge.