Surfing the Innernet

Surfing the Innernet
by Advaeta

On a wave of God's thought,

Voltage surges my spine,
Crashes down nerveways,
Out through my fingers.

On one spinning dustspeck,
Dazzled folks watch the interplay --
Particles pulse
And colors convulse
Round that planet,
Conjured by them.

Riding the starways,
I go on always
Surfing the innernet.

Beach

Naked child does cartwheels

Brown hair sweeping hot sand

Ah if the sun had revolved

When I was eight

July 1969 1969 poems

Advaeta's 115 Billionth Dream

Last night and every night

I dreamed about people.

I have wanted people's love

Ever since I was a person.

Before that,

God knows what I wanted.

March 1976 1973-87 poems

Song of Devotion

Today my heart burst open,

And the jack-in-the-box came out.

He looked around to right or left,

And he began to shout,

"My nose is big and crooked,

And my brain it is absurd;

A puppet in the shape that I am

Can't feel too self-assured.

I reel about in wonder,

Like a drunk man in the dawn;

But, God, You seem to love me more

The longer this goes on."

Then the Lord He touched me softly,

And said to me, "My boy,

That fool you've got inside of you

Is no ordinary toy.

He has a certain brilliance,

And he knows a thing or two;

Why not let him be in charge sometimes,

When you've nothing else to do?"

15 November 1989 1989 poems

October 1990

Committee

Out on the street,

Flung open after sitting in that room,

I flipped over two or three cars

Just to see that they,

Like insects,

Could not get up off their backs.

Man, I was strong.

"This is Larry," I said.

"You sit in your rooms.

You sit in each other's brains.

You got your committee."

The street was quiet.

Still the birds on the phone wire slept.

With a last look into the furnace of the night,

I sat down,

Having, I thought, made my point.

18 February 1992 1990-98 poems

Goats

One spiritual teacher taught his disciples that it was their duty to God to build a spiritual society. If humans failed to do this, he said, God would get it done by goats.

At junctures fraught and perilous,

When developed minds go manasphot',*

I pray for a smaller cranium,

I wish that I could be a goat –

The kind of goat that does God's work,

The kind of goat for whom God cares,

When humans do their mental meltdown

And lose whatever they had upstairs.

Some goats are white, some goats are black,

They talk in different "mother bleats";

In Goatville, though, you won't observe

Goat blood spilling on the streets.

Socio-sentimental** hate

(Or fear) exists, it's very true;

But it spirals through manipulation,

Dies down when the same folks want it to.

Revenge is a well-known indoor sport

Amongst the most evolved of creatures –

"But better yet a sound night's sleep,"

Goats learn from their respected teachers.

Another thing that puzzles goats

Is why a man wants admiration –

It doesn't taste as nice as grass,

Is treacherous even as decoration.

Schumacher said that complex systems

Are prone to fail when you need them most;

So the complicated minds of humans

Are nothing of which a goat would boast.

So I wish that I could be a goat,

Controlled direct by the Cosmic Mind;

Let's bound in joy at pleasing Him,

And leave the other stuff behind.

* Manasphot'a: explosion of the mind.
** Socio-sentiment: national, racial or religious chauvinism.

9 March 2003 1999 on poems

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Advaeta is the pen name of Dádá Acyutánanda. Advaeta was born in Pasadena, California, and attended the Webb School of California and Stanford University, graduating from Stanford in the late 1960's. After serving in the US Peace Corps in South America, he soon immersed himself in yoga, which he continues to practice and teach. He has taken on the responsibility for the editing or translation of more than 250 books by Shrii Shrii Ánandamúrti, founder of Ananda Marga. The books will have an impact on society that is desperately needed.
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