the spoken repetitions of devotion,
imbuing them with life and being nourished
itself in return. That is how it works.
I speak my bhakta heart into the Youniverse
and Multiverse, with verses of concentrated abandon
expressing gratitude toward the sovereignty of Love
sage and seasoned, sensing Harmony in conscious repetition
and feeling surrounded, enveloped in unspeakable Beauty.
Reflecting so, this is Remembrance by repetition.
All sounds of praise are welcome here,
all are active planks in the structure of this Temple
through which a breath passes, sounding and resounding
in far-reaching tones embracing the worlds.
These tones, rich and nuanced all, are in Sanskrit or in Hindi,
Arabic, in Gurmukhi and in Hebrew, in Latin, Aramaic, and English.
The tongues of these faiths were created to praise God,
in Whom we live and move and have our Being,
to celebrate the divine in every manifest body –
not for arrogant supremacism or subjugation
parading and asserting itself as "Religion" . . .
Cherishing this in silence, this is Remembrance on the breath.
When "unbelievers" are scorned, loathed, disabused
by one's pious, dry, colorless, sterile contempt
toward all "others" outside one's own little Club,
then are all of one's so-called "praises" and "pieties"
only poisoned and poisonous, these are their own hell-realm.
That bigotry, racism, misogyny, puerile aggression,
only speaks for itself, the ignorance of any ideology.
To keep free of this and its entrapments, walking amidst yet above
the demonic fray of constant forgetting and manipulating
through fear and anger, through domination and attrition –
to grasp the Bhakti path, to carry it in one's own manifest expression:
Holding the Planet in one's heart, this is Remembrance by Being.
