first draft of proposal for a society of meditators

what if we go there
and find some mahaguru

who orders us to return
to the land of freely sleeping dwellers
to found a society of meditators
a gigantic movement of mind students
converging in the parks of every town
to practice conscious silence
creedless while embracing all its aspects



the society could travel from place to place
participating in pre arranged mega events
promoted through prior door to door canvassing
street posters
flyers and bulletins
rumours
word of mouth
extensive multimedia campaigns

and only when everyone is comfortably settled in the field
and the world is less with us
and the sun breaks through the clouds
as it always has and always will
will the bona fide light show begin
delivering us all from all
forever and ever om






phool chatti party missing in the night

no idea what it is
but something is amiss
with celtic folk tunes hammered out
on djembe and guitar accompanying
hand accordion under a full
moon sitting by a bonfire on the
banks of a sacred river
while candles stand scattered in the sand
only steps from the ashram sniffing
in whiffs of queen of the night and
haze shiva conversations on eucalyptus
and military service and moose meat and
giant sequoias on the west coast back home
listening to a buzz of hebrew and german
mixing with the euphony
of the rapids as the silhouetted
foothills silently watch with
timeless acquiescence


phool chatti ashram rishikesh india