Yamma Ensemble

 

Truth and the Guru

Whilst waiting for a new saviour, the student sought the truth from another. The other held truth the way a bank robber wields a gun. The other fired blanks with machine-gun rapidity.  Not one of his bullets hit the target. His truth was his truth therefore his version of the truth but not the truth. The other said he was a guru. He said the saviour was due and that the student should await the saviour's arrival. The student smiled, thanked the one who called himself a guru then left. The truth patently didn't come via a guru nor that of a saviour.

Sunday Blessing

 

Humankind did not invent days. That was a creation of nature. The sun sets. The sun rises. In between the two darkness descends. It is not darkness to be scared off. It holds no monsters. The only monsters are those of the imagination. Humankind made monsters but not days.

All the days contain the same message. A new day has dawned. A new day of living. A new day is the first day of the rest of my life. The names of the days come from the active minds of humans who name everything as they have the greatest animal brains. If their actions were not so often appalling I would humbly suggest that humans are angels. That as the smartest ape on the planet we have a purpose. That purpose isn't to create another concept, that of money, not that having money is bad, just the worshipping of it. Humankind as angels does have a purpose. To ensure their own survival and that of the home they share and by doing so all life on our homeworld.

The days' names come from our varied cultures. My culture is of the island I live on. Not the nation-state which is a concept created manufacturing control but the culture that named the day I was born on, Thor's day. The culture that has shires, hundred moots, "After you on the bus." I love my culture. Like all cultures it is at its best when it mixes with others. From that mix evolves another culture. Curry. Reggae. "Are you guys okay?" 

Today is Sunday. A day named after the Sun. A sun god maybe. Helios? For me, Sunday remains the day, not so much of rest but of family. Family is community. From the community comes culture. Sunday is not "tired and grey." That Sunday is of the mind. A mind that is captive to itself. Today is Sunday. Another day to be alive on. Another day that is the first day of the rest of our lives.

Happy Sunday.

Happy Ramadan

 

Happy Diwali - Happy Deepavali

Tum Bhi Yuhi Mushkurati Raho, 

Main Bhi Yuhi Mushkurata Rahoo

Aur Ye Samha Bhi Yuhi Mushkurata Rahe.

Aur Naya Saal Hamesha Naya

Aur Accha Jaata Rahe

 

A Vagrant God

Some years ago now, I wrote a short story called "A Vagrant God." I liked the story. I was pleased with what I wrote. Like most of my stuff, it was never published. I don't think it ever will be either not that I think now it should. The one bit I still like, which I have amended here, is the opening of the story. As I say it is altered now. It is my take on what God the deity is and what happened to God when organised religion manacled God to their logic. I hope no Jewish, Christian or Muslim friends will be offended. I am not out to upset anyone least of all those whose paths may be different but whose destination is the same. 

A Vagrant God

god went walkabouts. she just packed up her stuff and went. nobody knows exactly where she went but she is gone. gone the way of legends. gone the way of myth. gone. somewhere else. somewhere far away. god doesn't get lonely like you and me. she doesn't feel the hollow pangs of sorrow gnawing like a rat at her stomach lining. she doesn't feel the desolation of guilt hanging heavy in the noise of her mind. she left her hairbrush and her box of trinkets. left her lacy gloves of cloud. left them all behind her and went. the girls and boys in heaven found them. they had no time for bric-a-brac. they threw them over the edge of the sky. watched them fall like crystallised raindrops. falling to earth in a clatter of pin pricks. shards of diamonds. a splash of jewels down onto the heads of peasants and paupers. some paupers are smarter than others. a collective. a co-operative. a conglomerate. saints to sinners. paupers to princes. the men of tungsten and foil opened a stall. selling bits of rope and truth. the men of wood and brass opened a shop. selling the promise of perpetual youth. slices of heaven cheap at half the price. neatly wrapped and easily swallowed. and it came to pass. through the ticking of time. through the vaudeville of ritual. through the denial of faith. that peasants and paupers, proprietors and princelings bought salvation with coins and corruption and made a new god. a god of muscle. a god of stealth. a god of iron with a will of stone. a phallus in blue jeans.

Endless Without Demands

 

If I give you all the mangoes hanging from my mango tree

Would you give me all your love now hidden deep from me?

If I bought you endless flowers to stand upon your window sill

Would you give me all your hours ticking by so endlessly?

If I promise that I will purchase all the sands upon the shore

Would you let my love enter your window then return love out your door?

If I wear a suit of colours braided and stitched as you adore

Would you give me all your love like you never ever have before?

All this love I hold inside me is a love that is all for you

All this love I regularly give you never returns what is true

"The river flows from an endless source always arriving at my door

"Yet water flows sometimes in one direction lapping at the sandy shore

"Water runs through rocky mountains, over oceans that it commands

"Love is like that endless river, given freely with no demands."

What's in a name?

 

"It makes no difference as to the name of the God, since love is the real God of all the world"

words from the Apache Indian

Dark Hearts Love Too: Trees of Tomorrow Tanka

Dark Hearts Love Too: Trees of Tomorrow Tanka:   Image by Hans Braxmeier from Pixabay could I be so bold to see what the future holds keep searching ahead shall we plant a fence of trees...

A new Tanka containing philosophy about gardens and healing the Earth.