Date: Sun, 04 Nov 2001 18:39:09 -0500
Subject: Nata Gandhi   


From: "Sterling Hart" <pravritti-AT-home.com>


Nata Gandhi

Ram of the forests of perpetual light
Journeyed to the walled city of the heart.
His heritage question covered in woven air.
He traded in the name seed of universal law.

The ancient division of forces,
A truth unresolved by God,
Echoed through time in an eternal window
Of fixed reference.

Matavi formed of the Urvasie sphere
Joined the Laksman brotherhood of feelings.
Arjuna given to God's reign
Charged with the impossible mission.

Ram held the powers that circled him
In symbols of mantric force.
His heart was the master of soul
His truth the ultimate power.
God's name was to him a will
Of what will be beyond time.
Kali stood with Rudra.
The ancient rites and rituals
Had grown mechanical
With the all too familiar use.
Ram reigned down the destruction
In his offering to Agni.
He destroyed the city with the fire of Hanuman.
On the lingam he poured his ghee
Wiping out the peoples of the asura
Whose vanquished race and culture
Poured as blood into the sea.

Ram stood above the shores of the vast humanity.
In his inner being he brought forth the change
And the forms of the world, asuric dominion,
Slipped in its law, its hold.
The outer forms still lingered to be harmonized in the still greater vision
Whose bliss like waves rolled down from Divine heights.
The inner change of an outer world was centuries in the process.

Bali covered the world with Camel Cigarettes.
The pyramid illuminated
Possibly green on paper.
She said freedom came expressing her
Dance with the belly.
In the shade of a palm tree Vamana rested
His work long ago done as he stepped off the stage.
The media asuras held the money power
With the sexual forms of capitalism.
Matavi, remembered in the ancient sale,
The power of her complex akam
Drawn from the symbols
Held in place through the poetic formula.
Burning with scriptures and seen again in the flames
Sita's injustice made her take refuge
In the caves of fire
That opened from the mother.

Ram built the bridge.
Across his expanse he established kingdoms,
Governments, his craft fashioned with ideals.
Still in the darkness the lower forms persisted.
The last empire remembered in ending days of its hegemony
While it-sought allies.
The creation of windowless planes empty of life flew watching.
Durin's folk, alas dug to deep and disturbed the nameless fear
 In the depths,
 In the mines of Moria,
Quakers of the coal driven world.
Too deep in matter the mental ideas dove
Science the knowledge maker
Had a heart of stone.
Yet it gave birth to the age of men
And filled Sita's parados with paregoric soil.

Helen remembered
Her image on the walls of the ancient city
The balcony of her people
"Am I to blame?"
Kicking out a stained glass window
The pope held a Conference
And sent forth crusaders
One hand on her thigh.
Treva Dei fell to the hands of secular power.

It was war, as they had never known.
Secretly working behind the scenes
They had watched the tribes pass from the New World.
Land consolidation destroyed
The seed of spiritual cultures.
In time they would
Have found the flowering of their inner nature.
Then secular fundamentalism destroyed all reference to God
Creating a secrete space of feeling for others.
Compassion became a glory if not the escondido.
The Lamas furrowed deeper.
Arjuna's son found a walled city key.
Krishna stood among the plains of the vast humanity.
In his inner being he brought forth the change
And the forms of the world, asuric dominion,
Slipped in its law, its hold.
The outer forms still lingered to be harmonized in the still greater vision
Whose bliss like waves rolled down from Divine heights.
The inner change of an outer world was centuries in the process.

The friction of distance declined and the possibilities
Increased.
The covered faces of oppression,
The ancient mind of the tribes
Passed from view.
Now in a body he flailed in a seizure.
The mental forces tore him apart.
The surgical feeling of being alive at the edge of a knife.
He could feel again through the thick skin that resisted cutting.
Through the pain that drug into unconsciousness.
Replacing a hip, or a knee
Was as easy as drinking water and stretching
Brining the prana to bone.
Mentalized matter yielding energy, power and wealth.
It professed to give caste.
No longer believed to be a local truth
The eschatology was an apotheosis of ahangkar.
The ancient science of the body treated with sealants,
Organized with hieroglyphic resonation.
They found the memories that made up a life
Passed through the modern transplants.
The spirit crept in via the energy
And for a time
The mind, body, spirit was on the hospital billboard
Over downtown Kyoto.

He lost his face to a shell
His friend picked it out of the tree and put it in his pocket
That his own friend might have a face to be buried.
Gassed in the chambers
Fueled in the trenches of the Japanese
Who lost the faces of prisoners
And blamed their families.
Time to rent the Hellraiser videos
In the shops of the bazaar
For Soviet prisoners.

Gandhi dances in the face of the illegitimate.

As children we learned the language of our homes
In the places of the past and the future.
As young men we sought nobility to challenge our character.
Puram the women called it and joined in.
In the box we saw our lives and heard our music.
The generations past told of the experience.
Memories you will never forget
In the nightmares before sleep.
Held in symbols of history
The images defined a people.
Children going postal,
"You can drink the water,
But don't open the mail."
The moon had poured her remains
As we pondered on the beach,
If this was the future we left our children.
The unclean machine faded
And the twin fires marked the rebirth of purpose.

In the home of my dreams the strangers came
To visit and stay pouring in the door as if I knew them.
I recognized none.
And old arguments assailed me
Through the clenched jaws.
The old signs in the corner basement of Kent State
Were dusted off and it was some brown villain
Who forgot about McVeigh.
The victim is not a truth.
Ram smiled passing down the sword.
Mental forces came and established dominion.
The emotional faces gestured to me
In distrust, in guises of doubt,
Hatred around every corner
Arousing passions
They stormed the mind with the heraldry of ideas.
They were no more than words
Of the images of recent fathers.
The mental arrows shot forth
True to their mark.
Victory! Held down.
Released into the deeper worlds of knowledge
That had new communication.
The words were left on the shelf or in old books next to the phone.
All grew quiet along the wooded river path.
Lightly floating into the expanses over mountains,
Peace dissolved being.
Narrow hate's power of focused will
And cause dissolved into the dust of the wind's vibration
Of the objectless love of divine rapture's identity.
The soul appeared as the symbolic baby
Eaten by Itakini's everywhere.

Sterling Hart