Bad News for a Poet

I cannot so much as write an ode to your Beauty,
I am too smitten to speak in verse – this is bad news for a poet.
My devastation in love forbids me every word, spoken or written.
I am absorbed in it, and in absorption no words are possible.
Who then is telling you this? My shadow.
When two Am's meet in the center they form a Not,
when two I's gaze at the Beloved they are You -
two eyes ablaze in Union, lost in your merciful glance,
breathless breathless – the lovemaking is all in that place where
this poor lover knows to bring it, in the seven locks of Yoga,
where each lock of your hair and the lock of Kunda meet
and are one searing Kundalini force rising, bringing this love with it!

This, And A Good Cigar...

My irregular regimen (or sadhana) is as follows, more or less daily, according to how I order my day - ask my cat the Temple Kitty, if you don't believe me:

Sufi prayers of Hazrat Inayat Khan, and assorted others of my own choosing or composition; Hazrat's element breaths,  and specific other breathing practices out of the Sikh and Siddha and Kundalini traditions.

Dervish dhikr according to Sheikh Hassan of Nablus, with beads, softly on the breath.

Sikh mantras, with beads, as follows:
- Adi Mantra as internal invocation;
- Adi Shakti Mantra on the long slow inhale;
- Bij (or "seed") Mantra 4x on the held breath;
- Saruba Shakti Mantra on the long slow exhale.

- Hymns to Laksmi and to the Kundalini.

- Ramnam and Hanuman bhajan.

- The Five Tibetan Rites (of Rejuvenation).

- Krav Maga training two evenings weekly (when the evening's free) and at home, including weights.

- Monday evenings (when free) Demo-Walk, sometimes hold a talk.

- Friday evening Shabbos-Kiddush, regardless how late, as the case may be.

- Full time job as home health nurse.

- Writing, composing, researching, posting at PC.

All this, plus a mug of hot coffee and a good cigar...

Singing Her, Seeing Her

Singing the Sri Mahalaksmyastakam

or singing the Kundalini Stavah . . .

I am absorbed in seeing Her in every Woman's form and potential

whom I encounter - on whatever basis, to whatever degree,

and without exception.

Regarding Her, acknowledging and addressing Her,

perhaps I may even awaken Her in those very forms,

by my mere glance or touch

awaken in them as well to that consciousness of Her,

or perhaps not.

It doesn't matter.

The Hymn to Mahalaksmi, the Hymn to the Kundalini,

is a declaration of love from Him to Her,

nothing else, and nothing less.

Deep in my ajna-brow,

deep in my hridaya-heart,

deep in my very belly and in my loins,

there I hold Her fast in my arms' embrace,

there I behold Her face.

On my breath I feel the scent of Her -

when I am training or performing prayers,

I feel the warmth of Her smile on my skin -

when I am singing She is making love with me.

Shall I ever deny this?

Kundalini Carol

(Boulder, December '83 – scribbled into my '75 edition of "Nectar of Chanting")

C'mon Lord, now light my fire,

Take my spirit high'r and high'r,

Up the spine and out the crown –

Quiet now! I hear the sound:

"Gloria in excelsis Deo …" (2x)

I don't wanna speak in tongues,

I just wanna hear Your voice;

I don't wanna build no church,

I just love the girls and boys!

"Gloria in excelsis Deo …" (2x)

That's it Lord, You're doin' fine,

Singin' up and down my spine;

Sing thru ev'ry part of me,

Sing thru all eternity!

"Gloria in excelsis Deo …" (2x)