When your master, leader or guru
seems to have abandoned you.
Its as if everything went wrong.
We made wisdom into a cult;
this is why it all seems so difficult.
Never there was a great leader
that ever established a community
of true disciples or devotees.
Of the many books that we became a reader;
knowledge is one thing,
wisdom is experience that sings!
Prophets and dream interpretation,
Tarot, I Ching or Astrology;
your future is of your own causation.
Hinduism, Buddhism; a mental analogy,
intellectual pursuits of knowing,
or how to obtain liberation
from life, of experience.
There is always Zen and NOT knowing anything!
Then the rush of Ontology; EST,
and the way that I'm being.
Which has the ultimate effect on everyday life;
I could choose stress or I can choose rest.
Knowing that Jesus died on the cross;
until we accept our lot, the strife.
The struggle is that we are human beings.
Perhaps the observation of social chaos,
where we realize that we suffer, its seeing;
or from some great personal loss.
This is why 'he' is the way, the truth and the life;
no one will get to that perfect 'father'.
You know the Master, the Guru is inside you.
Its all right where we are;
Oh Holy Spirit..oh Maha Shakti!!
Feel my heart! Hear my heart!
We could labor in the past;
life's decisions frozen as we look back.
Living here and now, it just doesn't last,
and moves too fast; impulsive and sorely lacks.
What do I need to make a difference?
I could wish or I could step
into this world of odds or chance;
into the future, you know the one with pep.
Is it the Tao or is it Physics,
I'm really not so sure about anything;
only that I am standing in that future
its kind of an attitude, if I may use the word?
I might even falter, either here or there.
I am pretty certain of one thing,
someone is watching over me, guiding me;
I think I'll embrace this great mystery.
My soul yearns for the truth, Oh!
Saint Seraphim!..Saint Simeon!,
do you know Saint Francis of Assisi?
Where is the passion,
what happened to the feelings...?
"Come to me when you're already happy";
he was Fanklin Jones, then Dhyanananda,
once Bubba Free John, Oh Siddha!!
I don't know what he is called now,
only that he was given a name by Muktananda.
Maybe he is Schizophrenic?
I know, God, that your heading our way,
you see, I am right at your heels.
There is always The Omega Point,
yes, that new one where the Quantum folks
won't even consider and think its blasphemous.
I don't need to look at the Metaphysics,
these leaders, these mystics;
or even all those scientists,
all trying to help.
As I OM or as I gulp;
lying in bed; in the confusion.
Tossing and turning, I ask myself,
"Who is it that's thinking these thoughts?
My dumbfounded answer; "Me"
Well, "who am I?"...
What have I wrought?
Ah! again, I ask; who am I...?
then the peace, the quiet, the night;
swallows me in the shadow of the dark.
In a world of opposites and dualities;
I can be nervous or I can be calm.
Come join me inside this emotion;
the one that's longing or having
all that I don't, or inside, overwhelming.
Will you join me in this wonderful feeling;
this Synchronicity, this Ah Ha!!?
I think I'll do some fortune telling,
but, you know...we ARE in control.
I'll do it anyway;
perhaps you may stroll
this way.
By Gary Hodges, April 14, 2000
