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KISHORE ASTHANA –“I donned the saffron robe I roamed here and there I begged from door to door And didn’t get anywhere I counted a million beads I recited every prayer I read all the books And didn’t get anywhere I discussed God all the time And debated religions Threadbare I fasted days on end And didn’t get anywhere Then wisdom smiled on me one day And said to me in its own calm way AU these are traps of your mind Of one or another kind Just go inside if you want to find What is it that makes you blind To what is illusion and what is true To the false and the real you) It spoke of power and it spoke of pelf It spoke of mind, it spoke of self It spoke of the real; It spoke of show. It spoke of what I needed to know Now I fast not, nor do I pray I go nowhere but travel in a way “And find the Truth, as wisdom did say Inside myself, at work and play. It is not holy in the worldly sense It needs not knowledge, smoke, incense It is not demanding of ritual and fast It wants nothing that will not last It’s AU-That-Is’, never surpassed My future, my present and my past.”
KISHORE ASTHANA –“I have waited long/ In this darkened place/ But I sleep not/ lest I miss/ Those dainty steps/ that beloved face I wait, and waiting in me/ My music sleeps/ Its strings wet with unshed tears/ Its flutes but exhausted reeds The dancing bells have closed their eyes/ And arm in arm they lie aside/ But I wait with bated breath/ For I am sure you said ‘tonight’ My song that was, is now a hymn/ Even the grapes are now old wine/ This bed alas, an unfulfilled altar/ But the dawn is not yet,/ Beloved mine.”
KLANS KINSKI– “One should judge a
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