Cloud and snow spume
drift about your summit
veiling your face
Ma Nanda Devi
fixing my gaze to eternity

Rising like a giant shard of
rock carved over a million years,
snowfields scoured by avalanches, your steepled
peak a vast cathedral

Impossibly tall and steep
you rise abruptly over a
guardian ring of summits
witness to your inner realms of being,
the outer gorge of Rishi Ganga's roar

Climbers say in higher climes
light contrasts with darkness, flower leas with worn ridges, fear with elation
O paradox of the sublime
your name means Joy, enduring Joy

The veil lifts, was it the smoke of fires lit
by sages on your summit?
Your natural symmetry of two identical peaks suddenly at ease
is visible from my cottage window.

In the silence of the night
and through the darkness of despair,
I called out for a teacher,
I prayed that you were there.

I wanted to be just like them,
a rishi,
a sage,
writing poetry for God;
I wanted to be
a wise one.

Though my faith was shaken,
I remained undeterred.
The coming of the ego was
the making of the man.

I was bought to my knees.

Humbled.
Shattered.
Battered
Smashed.

I no longer doubt the strength in one's own being.
I don't doubt the love of one's own heart.

Some may call it a rebirth,
some may say born again.
Whatever the words,
the intent is clear.
For that I say:
Thank You.

well, im back
guess i couldnt be held back too long, anyways-
and then

man why the heck am i doing all this?
all of this poetry and this stuff?
and i palpably feel the block too-

feel the feeling that wont allow me
just permit me
to say what i want to

instead of these fancy hininks and
CONCEPTS
to just separate me from a veneer;

always,
always in the
rage and its not even me.

yes
opening to
deep darkness - the holy kind; now-

every day is earth day.
poetry is not a nautch girl of the mind
and it deadens me

to see all the potential here that is
used to just stimulate the paltry faint
prostituting of the Divine Soul of the Poetry.

Im sure some of us know of Hinduism?
yes?
so we must know of Rishis too, may be.

Rishis are the sages,
above those of the Pantheons of the gods goddesses too,
in fact, yes, the holy ones fear rishis.

why am i bringing this up?
rishis have a synonym- listen up y'all,
all of you poets- this is about you-

rishis are called KAVIS
seers
diviners

those who have a acute sense
a sense for what the rest of man dont.
poetry is a magickal act,

that the pen is mightier than the sword
is no excuse not to wield both
with skill and the intent to ****.

Poetry relegated to a nautch girl of the mind,
poets are poets because
NIHILIO HUMANIS ALIENUM

and yes this does seem as sermonising,
perhaps. perhaps,
but perhaps this is in truth a request-

we need poets now more than ever.
what is the role of the rishi?
THE RISHIS CREATE BELIEF SYSTEMS

all religions, listen up y'all - this concerns you-
all religions are a porduct of a  poet,
and the poet who uses skillful means to break through the OBVIOUS and LAZY work;

such as - o muni is another word for
kavi for rishi-
sakyamuni or Buddha? yep,

a poet.
anyways-
ahh with that rant out lets break it down.

i truly desire only to be seen
by my family and my old circle of friends
to truly be seen by you, now- and just be said

hey man, i see what you've been doing
i see how much of yourself youve given
and keep giving

and i know youre actually doing this for me,
and seriously man, who are you?
who cares THIS much to help someone not themselves?

who chooses to voluntarily sacrifice themselves and go crazy
so that we know that theres a whole and consummate
PROBLEM with the way things are now.

mostly man, youre not alone
i love you and i respect what you're doing
and I WILL thank you

not in words,
but rather,
rather by following the trail

the trail of following
the ever ECSTATIC call of my own soul
and yes, i WILL TELL you in words

that i have YOU to thank for
all of this.
sigh, yes, that is all i really wanted to hear.

and be hugged a lot more, consensually;
and joined in my party-making;
that is how i live my life

i need some company
with all this DIVINE MADNESS
ive got spilling left right and all eight other

directions too.
just a few Horizon Anarchists,
high on integrity, on discipline

and especially
on TRANS-THEFUCK-GRESSING
and that we simply, o simply, o o o simply-

Drop Out
Tune In
Drop In.

and why?
because it is only dead myths that cause
cancer in our bloodstreams.

and why?
for through poetry we literally create
universes and realities, and the framework for religions.

and why?
because we must own the power we've been
blessed with and repay the way we got it.

and why?
because the earth
is in desperate need for peace and love.

and why?
because this new republic according to plato
will have no need for poets philosophers and fools and thus they rule with their tyranny.

and why?
because we must not leave the unbroke. threads
left behind by our flaming ancestors die out.

and why?
because we wake up every day, count every breath
and rebirth magic into the very culture that chooses to **** us.

and why?
because we
REAL COOL.

Leila Navabi accused Mr Sunak
of “not representing most brown people”.

“Rishi Sunak represents a lot of things for us as a society,
not least what Prince Charles would look like in brownface.”

The jibes follow days of online attacks on ex-banker Mr Sunak,
who married into a wealthy steel dynasty.

Senior Tories leapt to his defence,
with Foreign Office Minister James Cleverly tweeting:
“The left really don’t like us BAME people being successful, do they.”

NO..they do not
come join us for we represent you
you are comrades and brothers and sisters
we need you driving the buses
working in the shops
sweeping the streets and dancing about
you've got the rhythms and the moves
sell us the drugs and swagger into jails
you are black why be anything like Lawyers and Doctors
who wants a decent respectable blackman with a Royal heritage
that's not right by any means

Join us and help CANCEL black progressives
who are educated, aspirational, respectable and law-abiding
Viva peoples power...we are the majority
and what we decide goes.....

Hammer and sickle is a sign.
The first adopted by the unity
of the proletariat. As Russian:
Serpent and Molotov,
translation of serp i mólot:
"Dials and Hammers"
b                                            - during the Russian Revolution.

About Orihe-Rishi;                |Life is linked to a new product.
The largest oil market in the world.
I write this letter to your email address,
For example, a letter, a letter, a letter,
Letter, letter, letter, letter, letter,
Letter, letter, letter, letter, letter,
Letter, letter, letter, letter, letter,
Today, today, today, today, day, night --- day
Fruits, goats, sheep, goats, sheep,
Goats, goats, goats, goats, goats, goats, sheep,
Goats, goats, goats, goats, goats,                       sheep and goats,
Sheep science is safe.
And the best way to win our interests is...
But now our quality and our high speed,
Speed, speed, speed, speed, speed,
Speed, speed, speed, speed, speed,
Speed, speed, speed, circle, assembly,                | cycle, circle,
A lawyer who is a member                                of a man's gift.
According to L, humidity
and temperature are very low.
In fact, at this level of competition as well.
What happens to this site? Tropic              coke                    Restaurant
Cover photo, butter, butter?
Shinijo,                                                 ­       Sanitation
                                               ­    | Sajetouchi Mishima.
Of course, "skin" is not from pride.
German, Italian, German, Spanish, Spanish,
Portuguese, Turkish and one hundred
And sixty Russian countries
ensure that food is safe:                        Touch soaps.
With your hands behind the products,
To use black skin on the nerves,
Sometimes with good hours of consciousness,
Day and day, mouth, moon.
Written in the form of the dissolution consciousness,
Conscious and intelligent, beautiful,
The beautiful girl decided to become a girl.
A playground for brave soldiers,
And all the ideas you need to understand.
As far as the meaning of life is concerned,
That they are waiting for a simple kiss from everyone.
Dogs kiss on a large scale, laughs to breathe,
A young man who drives a leg of poetry to poetry.
Among these three, Annie Nathan.
                                                        A­nd music videos for five years. |
These patterns will touch the hot heat,
During the second heat of autumn,                                 and autumn,
In the summer and summer,                                       |in the summer.
There is no heat in summer,                                                |summers.|
The climate, complemented by a beautiful fireplace,
Their children began to take them on the road with hot smoke.
                                                   Diana is the mother of the day.
The mountains of the future are German, German,
Spanish, German, European,                     Spanish,
                                     musical instruments and performances,
to explain the role of Van Gogh with dreams,
Few vitamins and ******* from school.
Or the dreamer: Bethlehem,                            back to Adonis.
Product vinegar, Jack, sacred fire and all your guards.
But you are in the city of 9 out of 9.
At the end of the week, the new citizenship,
Blessed are our parents & our truck,
the sign of my time with them.
This is the great story of Russia, who will it be?
The proletariat of hammers and puppets
is the symbol of the unity that was first adopted,
as translated by Russia: perp and Molotov.
the snake of Molotov: "Yogurt and hammers" -
                                                              du­ring the Russian revolution