No Hanuman Span [Common Meter]

I stand before the water's edge.
Thwarted, I throw a stone.
For I am here and you are there,
and I feel all alone.

I have no friendly Hanuman
to form a viaduct.
I gather scraps together to
see what I can construct.

Maybe I'll make a raft, or some
rickety, old footbridge -
Anything to reduce the gulf
so much as a hopeful smidge.

Cobra [Haiku]

the cobra rises:
eyes fixed & tongue darting --
all 's still; nothing 's calm

DAILY PHOTO: Wat Mahathat, Ayutthaya

Taken in October of 2012 in Ayutthaya

Self-Aware World [Free Verse]

I am a witness 
for a self-aware world,

a world that's not just 
chunks of matter,
but an organism that dances
 matter into 
an entity that can know.

It can know truth
and fiction 
and the truth of fiction
and the fiction of truth.

It turns order into disorder,
but with knowledge salad
on the side.

I'm a compartmentalized agent
 of a super-organism that is 
beyond my capacity
to understand
or speculate the purpose of.

I am a lonely witness.

DAILY PHOTO: Nepalese Wall Shrine

Taken in Patan in May of 2018

Jackfruit Nirvana [Haiku]

in the temple,
a monkey finds nirvana
through jackfruit focus

Early Hours [Common Meter]

On a bacon-scented sidewalk,
an hour before the dawn,
awaiting the man with a key
as I make a dazed yawn.

I've a vaguely swimming headache,
and thoughts that fail to form.
Will we have a crisp, red sunrise,
and would it mean a storm?

I'd remembered an old saying
of red sky morning dread,
but that's for sailors out at sea
not landsmen missing bed.

DAILY PHOTO: Karnataka High Court

Taken in March of 2022 in Bangalore

Copperpod [Haiku]

morning light
hits downed copperpod blossoms:
ground guilded

BOOK REVIEW: Ashtavakra Gita Trans. by Bart Marshall

Ashtavakra Gita: (bootleg version)Ashtavakra Gita: by Bart Marshall
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

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There are many translations of this Hindu classic of Advaita Vedanda, a non-dualist school that teaches the oneness of all things and the illusory nature of the universe that we think we know. “The Song of Ashtavakra” explores self-realization and the path to liberation (i.e. Moksha.) [Ashtavakra was a sage with birth defects from which the name “8 angles” derives. Yoga practitioners will know the name from an arm balance pose that involves balancing the kinked body on bent arms in a manner that was apparently reminiscent of the look of this sage’s body.]

The translation that I read, one by Bart Marshall, is clearly written in readily understandable language. It’s presented as a series of short-form poems arranged into twenty chapters that also form a dialogue between Ashtavakra and Janaka. This version doesn’t contain commentary and analysis as some translations do. Because it’s both highly readable and inexpensively acquired, I’d recommend one give it a chance. If you later decide you’d benefit from commentary, you’ll not be at a loss by having read this version first.

As is common enough in such tracts, the book can be repetitive as it reiterates ideas like the need to avoid desire and aversion and the nature of oneness. That said, there were some quite powerful statements that genuinely expanded on the ideas of the work. (e.g. 18.100: “One of tranquil mind // seeks neither crowds nor wilderness. // He is the same wherever he goes.” Or 3.12 “Why should a person of steady mind, who sees the nothingness of objects, prefer one thing over another?”)

If you’re a student of philosophy or of yoga as a philosophy, I think this is well worth a thoughtful read.


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