TRASH-2000 www.jayarama.us/kd/trash-1000.txt (rev. 2012 feb 6) Preface Jack London said that before you could write anything worth reading, You had to write at least 100,000 words of trash preceding. So we, the Monkey / Piggy, have taken up this challenge. Here is our second effort to put out the trash. Afterwards we hope to write poems divine, For Srila Prabhupada’s Sankirtana sublime. TABLE OF CONTENT 1. PEACHES AND PIE 2. NIRJALA EKADASI 3. ARCH RIVAL 4. ABCs 5. CX 1. PEACHES AND PIE knead your beads, feed your beads, twirl them to the songs, of Yasoda’s Shyama-sundara And Rohini’s handsome Rama. japa, what a way to die. then, offer SRI KRSNA pie-in-the-sky, with cinnamon and raisins, so happy you cry. Q: would you be satisfied even forever, to chant on your beads as your only endeavor? A: if it adds spice to LALITA’s device. and SRI RADHA’s re-flect-tive pleasure. “dance on fire ‘till the end, music is your only friend.” gold from the rubbish of james morrison’s words? donkeys kick up both diamonds and stones as they run in close shouldered herds. hanuman fights for rama, by rak-shaw-shaws struck full of arrows, (dirty thoughts of your former life full of food, sex and strife) but he shakes them off with no more attention, and stands up an roars and goes back to the contention. (reality distinguished from illusion for the welfare of all.) -0- “I am not Tom Brown, nor am I the Buck White”, demurred Hanumatpr. Swami When hauled into court about what they-all did write. They sit on my head, And write poems, though we’re dead, That to even blinds give sight. -0- Japa costs-a-lot, yet it gets the all work done. Purifys your soul of lust and dumps you in the fun. (Get to Work! Krsna is in desperate need of our help!) Jaw Paw, Jaw Paw! Your tongue and jaw, and paw must move. 2. NIRJALA EKADASI let the thoughts all come, be they brilliant or be they dumb, we try to capture all of them, each and every crumb. 6-cup tea pot, that’s a lot, ‘nuff for the cap’n ‘n ‘is well cantered crew. tea and crumb cake let the day’s work ensue! -0- “Like old whores following tired armies’, Phil Ocks 3. ARCH RIVAL 108-inches of pinches, makes a round on your beads. if you don’t pinch them daily they suffer, bereft of your thoughts and fine deeds. chant in the jungle, in the theosopher’s room, thumbless and grinless, at the imperialist’s loom, but never stop, to sing on this tune. back-axel Burgen, from the Swedish discourse, looked carefully within, and saw, his heart cleansed of remorse. this is the first fruit, of chanting, of course. ==0== then in awful anxiety, his heart near to break, the Burgen chants more, but now for nanda nandana’s sake. Who loves to play with Sri Radha, and take Her by the hand, and walk on the forest pathways, and talk of stars, pots and pans. but They meet Madhu-mangala, hopes Their walk was all great, warns Them Their friends are almost awake, and unless They scoot, They’re late. BETTER DAZE In the midst of heroic poems, chanting yourself to death, hamlet, romeo, caesar, the sad king and lady Macbeth. fingering the trigger, found him dead, on his beads. beads in his hand, and in his head. dressed in red, lotus posture. enough said. off to goloka, talvan, the big-assed forest, must find gopal, he must be fed. yasoda’s sent puris, and subji and halavah, and chutney bright red. ==0== hairy krishna was an ape, with friends & relatives, he did gape, at Radha Krsna, to protect them, all the monkeys militate. 4. AT HOME I woke up in a funk. I didn’t know beauty from bunk. Yet, remember to chant, Maha-mantras sublime And gradually entered in space and time. m/p – what is time? uncle gismo – external manifestation of the param-atma, holy spirit. we don’t kill time. m/p – what is space? ug - the form of guru’s lotus feet. m/p – his association is beyond time and space? ug – ‘sangat sanjayate kamah’: our desires and ambitions develop from the company we keep. based on that a certain type of time and space into your consciousness will creeeeeep. don’t push the river. can we commit suicide to this world in one day? can we go to where our guru dances, where the gopas play? so many blades of grass on the ground all lay. they carpet the cowboy’s way. rama rama subal shyama! see all the beauty of vrndavana dhama! =========================================== 5. CX After an inch and an effort, The animal entered in. He spoke of gregarious gringos, Who wallowed in barbarous sin. “Who are these trash people”, queried Winston, “Do they chant the Names of God”? “Means what the word, ‘trash’”, Bothal”, returned the animal and made a nimble nod. Look-it-up! Lick-it-up! The dictionarys grace. “Verb: Strip sugar cane of its outer leaves to make it ripen faster”, 18th century first appearance. Animal: Yes, you should trash them. They appear sweet at heart. =-=-=-=-= These thoughts are powered by a cookie that we got from C-c Das. We write them in the AM (5.30), with no care for gain or loss. You must write each day a little, even if it’s wrong. That is how the nightingale learns to sing his song. ! J U S T W R I T E ! ... of our Guru’s feet. There is no better seat, than there to sit, squat, curl up, tail tucked neat. Gopal is a fanatic. Always something new, but then you add the Gopis and there’s work for us folk too. Gopal’s Goloka is too much fun. You can not fill it up no matter how fast you run. yet, don’t Srila Prabhupada’s feet patter as he travels on the pathways, beat, by boys who run to cool off Krsna’s heat. Got a headache, needs some dust. So we end this Trash 2000. Get up early and get your rounds done.