Morning Walk
The sun did not rise
today,
it stayed dark outdoors.
It has been dark
since you said Goodbye
without a fanfare.
it stayed dark outdoors.
It has been dark
since you said Goodbye
without a fanfare.
I stayed in;
squirming in bed
while Adolph nudges me to wake.
squirming in bed
while Adolph nudges me to wake.
A howling squall
floods my room with dust.
Dust and dirt
always find ways and means
to creep through
windows and doors.
floods my room with dust.
Dust and dirt
always find ways and means
to creep through
windows and doors.
Such permeable
barriers
we surround ourselves in.
we surround ourselves in.
Then as if
forgiven,
the rain comes pouring down,
incessant to quench the parched earth,
without judging if I deserve,
the smell of wet earth beckons
and obey I must.
the rain comes pouring down,
incessant to quench the parched earth,
without judging if I deserve,
the smell of wet earth beckons
and obey I must.
I and Adolph
trip over each other
scampering outdoor.
trip over each other
scampering outdoor.
He walks me leashed
into muddied puddles.
I see in them
floating past sins and regrets,
and dodge them clumsily.
into muddied puddles.
I see in them
floating past sins and regrets,
and dodge them clumsily.
Adolph turns back
to
look at me with
his big brown muddied eyes
that speak.
look at me with
his big brown muddied eyes
that speak.
Unleash me brother,
Set me free!
Splashing gleefully,
join me, he says,
so what if the sky
and your hair are grayed?
Set me free!
Splashing gleefully,
join me, he says,
so what if the sky
and your hair are grayed?
Don’t be befuddled
by small murky puddles,
be the child,
you once were.
by small murky puddles,
be the child,
you once were.
Unleash the soul
set it free,
wash off the past.
set it free,
wash off the past.
We don’t need
bridges
to get over
where we should be.
to get over
where we should be.
Into the puddles
and out of them
noisily we must go!
and out of them
noisily we must go!
Feel, feel the earth
clinging
to your feet.
Let the rain flirt
with your parched skin.
to your feet.
Let the rain flirt
with your parched skin.
Get wet!
Get muddied, brother!
You wear just a skin
and are worried
while I care two hoots
for my double coat.
Get muddied, brother!
You wear just a skin
and are worried
while I care two hoots
for my double coat.
Morning walk done,
we return indoors.
we return indoors.
I take care to wash
Adolph’s muddied paws,
while my aunt scoffs;
Kalyug! Arrgh!
Brahmin master
Washing dog’s feet!
Adolph’s muddied paws,
while my aunt scoffs;
Kalyug! Arrgh!
Brahmin master
Washing dog’s feet!
Adolphie smiles mischievously,
he winks with his muddy brown eyes,
neither master, nor slave!
Just be yourself and
gimme a good hug buddy!
he winks with his muddy brown eyes,
neither master, nor slave!
Just be yourself and
gimme a good hug buddy!
Care not for muddied
feet,
few things in life
peel off gradually
few things in life
peel off gradually
what is close to skin
eventually sticks!
"The Dark Age of Kali Yuga is the knife, and the kings are butchers; righteousness has sprouted wings and flown away. In this dark night of falsehood, the moon of Truth is not visible anywhere. I have searched in vain, and I am so confused; in this darkness, I cannot find the path. In egotism, they cry out in pain. Says Nanak, how will they be saved?" according to the "Sri Guru Granth Sahib," the central Sikh religious scripture.
ReplyDeleteThe aunt's epithet directed at the dog is Kalyug (the "age of [the demon] Kali") -- the "Age of Vice,", the "Age of Downfall," "the Iron Age," “the age of machines” -- the 4th and final era in the spiritual evolution of mankind as part of the cycle of yugas described in Sanskrit scriptures. This yug ("era" or "time cycle") is the most difficult one for the human race. During the first stage of Kalyug,religion is forsaken, the proper order is ignored, and morals begin to deteriorate. At the end of the cycle Vishnu will reincarnate as Kalki, his 10th and final avatar, in order to rid the cosmos of Kali's dark influence, and a new, peaceful global order will commence. "Kali" (from kad, "suffer, grieve, hurt; confound, confuse") means "strife," "discord", "quarrel," or "contention." The "Bhagavata Purana" describes Kali as a huge soot-colored being with a large tongue and a terrible stench, "who promotes all kinds of irreligious activities." He came into this world at the very moment Krishna left it, at midnight on 18 Feb. 3102 BCE according to the “Surya Siddanta.” He is the son of Krodha (anger) and his sister-wife Hinsá (violence), the grandson of Dambha (vanity, hypocrisy) and his sister-wife, Máyá (deceit, illusion), and the great-grandson of Adharma (vice) and Mithya (falsehood). Adharma was created from the back of his father Brahma as a very dark and deadly sinful object. (According to the “Bhagavata Purana,” Adharma was the husband of Mrishá (falsehood) and the father of Dambha and Máyá, who were adopted by Nirritti (the goddess of misery); their offspring, the married twins Lobha (covetousness) and Nikrit (immorality), produced Krodha (wrath) and Hinsá, the parents of the twins Kali and Durukti (calumny), who in turn were the parents of the twins Mrityu (death) and Bhí (fear), who in their own turn were the parents of the twins Niraya (Hell) and Yátaná (torment). Yet another lineage was outlined in the “Vishnu Purana,” an extension of the “Kalki Purana:” Himsá was the wife of Adharma; they begat a son, Anrita (falsehood), and a daughter. Nikrit, who in turn had two sons, Bhaya (fear) and Naraka (Hell); these two married their twin sisters Máyá and Vedaná (grief); the son of Bhaya and Máyá was Mrityu (death), while the offspring of Naraka and Vedaná was Dukha (pain). The children of Mrityu were Vyádhi (disease), Jará (decay), Soka (sorrow), Trishna (greediness), and Krodha, all of whom were without wives, without posterity, and without the ability to procreate.) From his birth, Kali carried an upaasthi (worship) bone; an early 20th-century pamphlet portrayed him as brownish-skinned with a dog-like face, protruding fangs, pointed ears, and long green bushy hair. (Hence, Adolphe is the particular target of the aunt's mutterings.)
Superb research Duane . Thank you so much
DeleteI think it was funny Poetry...liked it a lot for there is a deep connection between the master and dog...buddies.You communicate well with Adloph and that is what it should be ...you are a dogman....you know their spirit and soul so well.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Paul
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