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             « The doer of non-attached action is the most conscientious of men. Freed from fear and desire,

                  he offers everything he does as a sacrement of devotion to his duty. All work becomes equally

                  and vitally important. It is only toward the results of work - success or failure, praise or blame -

                  that he remains indifferent. »


                        Swami Prabhavananda and Christopher Isherwood, transl.The Song of God, Bhagavad-Gita,           

                                                  NY: The New American Library, 1972

                « Every deed confirms the sense of egoism and separateness of the doer, and sets in motion a new

                   series of effects. Therefore, it is argued, one must renounce all action and become a samnyasin. »


                          Sarvepalli Radhakrishnan, transl., The Bhagavadgita (London: Allen & Unwin), 1949.

 

 

 

                                           All things all thoughts

All signs point to the One Will testing itself

What real need is there

                                    unless the Big Bang disperses the One Will

   undertakes the shrinking universe

beyond the birth of Time

            the Death of Space                   

and there is need for salvation for resurrection

                                                     a freedom or freeing of the conflict

      between  this and that

matter and anti-matter

            the positive and the negative

                          the yang and the yin

   or whatever it is that makes for visible knowable phenomena

not the invisible dark matter

            the Unknowable

        this life on this earth let loose in this solar system

within this galaxy lost in this bloating universe

                                                      the tips of the fingers not knowing

where the tips of the toes twitch or even if they were there

as if the will sought to reassemble them all into a functioning body 

       a finité ball

                                                    for the long-willed Brahma night

 

What need is there in telling us

 

    this man is a yogi; he has inner joy

 

Can one man or woman redeem the whole dismembered Self

                    for every yogi borne on the Golden Flower

      how many billions the price

   the dark matter of ephemeral selves

                                                   the sacrifice

for the foisting of the Superior Man

                                              l’Homme Sage

 

What is this  if not once again the old pyramidal grovelling vertical race

                          everything culminating in the highest zenith point

     and he who occupies the summit

Is he in control

                             have things gone out of hand

 

        how many billions of yogis does this world need

to put a stop to this scattering

                                                  and the crunch when it comes

    what is it to be like

                                     Time turned around

the aged growing younger

wisdom waning to innocence

                                 to ignorance

         from able management

                                              to helpless toddling

   constricting space into an overheated mite of a minding

             or mindless mighty mass 

 

Who is it who is having a ball

                                                  not me  not you    who then

 

What use is it to feel and yet not feel

What duty can make all the suffering

                                      all the muck-raking

                                            all the meanness

                                                 all the damned waste

                                                      all the damned injustice

                                                         all the things gone wrong

                                                             all the inequalities

                                                                  all the hopelessness of it all

  so reasonable to the detached eye

       the duty-bound servant

                                              awaiting what

                   to go

where

                and from there who knows where again and for what

   what is to become then of all the trillions who knew nothing better

                           than a thimbleful of earthly                                                                                                                    

                                                          mudful joy

                       

                            Who put the lavatory so close to the bathroom

        did he try to denigrate dissuade pleasure for pleasure’s sake

              is the colour of joy then coprophilic

 

how easy to count them out as ephemeral

                                             bodies who leave no shadow on earth

     no such name none so resounding as Shakespeare  Aristotle  Einstein 

            and what about these     

                         are they entitled to some joy too

     what are their positions on the ladder leading to nirvana

                                                        does it really matter any more

         now that they are no more

 

                   WHAT DO MEN RENOUNCE MORE THAN THEIR BODIES

 

 

 


Resources:the quotation in the poem is from Juan Mascaro’s translation of  The Bhagavad Gita, V, 22-24:

 

« For the pleasures that come from the world bear in them sorrows to come. They come and they go, they are transient: not in them do the wise find joy.

      But he who on this earth, before his departure, can endure the storms of desire and wrath, this man is a Yogi, this man has joy.

      He has inner joy, he has inner gladness, and he has found inner Light. This Yogi attains the Nirvana of Brahman: he is one with God and goes unto God. »

 

© T. Wignesan, Paris - June 14, 1997 ; from the collection/sequence : « Words for a Lost Sub-Continent, 1999.

 


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