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“The Human Animal (A Sonnet) The civilized know how uncivilized they are, The uncivilized insist on being deemed civilized. The victor knows the fallacy of being the victor, The wise knows there is no such thing as being wise. The real human is aware of their inhuman predispositions, While the inhuman fails to acknowledge all primitive bent. And there is no question of the rise of civilization, If there is no question of questioning the self. The animal is animal for it lacks the brain capacity, For self-correction beyond the need of self-preservation. But more animal than animal is the so-called human being, That despite having the brains, fails to act in ascension. It is no human that does not know how animal they are. The animal becomes human, the moment it becomes aware.”

“Handcrafted Humanity Sonnet 19 It takes awareness to be human, To be animal it takes none. It takes moderation to be human, To be animal it takes none. It takes regulation to be human, To be animal it takes none. It takes restraint to be human, To be animal it takes none. It takes gentleness to be human, To be animal it takes none. It takes humility to be human, To be animal it takes none. Everything civilized starts with awareness. But if you like being animal let go off all restraint.”

“Humanity A to Z (The Poem) A for assimilation is the way, B for bigotry must be thrown away. C for conscience when at play, D for delusions all run away. E for equality once brought to life, F for fears can no longer survive. G for greed when let not to thrive, H for humility won't be caught in strife. I for integrity mustn't be compromised, J for justice will then prevail alright. K for kindness must never run tight, L for life can then be lived upright. M for mercy can never be forgotten, N for naivety keeps you from being rotten. O for oppression when is begotten, P for patience must be overridden. Q for questions when let fly, R for rigidity will weaken and die. S for serenity will go awry, T for tradition if obeyed dry. U for unity is our supreme mission, V for vanity leads only to destruction. W for wholeness is our salvation, X for xenophobia is no civilization. Y for yield we must never to separation, Z for zeal we mustn't lose for ascension.”

“Acting activates every cell, never, neuron, and everything that happened to your DNA a million years ago as well as everything that will happen a million years from now. If we didn’t believe that, we wouldn’t be interested in acting. If acting didn’t include something more than we could ever comprehend, we don’t think we would want to pursue it. Acting is so incredible that it gives an audience the potential to experience anything that will ever happen in the history of the world. That is why we call acting the human condition. It takes an incredible amount of intensity and passion to truly be an actor.”

“Always maintain a healthy distance between the self and your aggression. Observe the rise and fall of your aggression in any situation but never let it overwhelm you, because when aggression overwhelms the self, the self becomes aggression and acts quite similar to a wild beast driven by a fight or flight response.”

“I don't want to be around people who accept me as is, in my unrefined state of becoming. I consistently want people around me who push and encourage me to be my ultimate best, who bring out the inner diamonds. I want to be around those intellectual giants who extract the gold within me, those who force me to read, to attend classes, seminars, conferences, and who steep me in an environment of perpetual growth and upward mobility. Not trying to be funny, but I've learned that I simply cannot afford to invest too much time around mediocrity. It's contagious.”

“How does the bird come and go (Sufi Scientist Sonnet, 1300) How does the bird come and go, In and out of this bodily cage! So long as you nourish it with love, Who cares about some mythical fate! Cages are born of dust, In dust cages will wither. Yet you sob in love of cage, Oblivious to the endangered flier! With all knowledge of cosmic building blocks, How come you still cannot put an end to war! With all your high and mighty technocracy, How come children still starve and suffer! I say, put your intellect aside for a change, First unfold a human heart outside the cage. Otherwise, your posterboys of superficiality, Will turn this world into a wreck of cages.”

“Himalayan Sonneteer Sonnet 9 I don't obey the law, I write them. I am the school where reformers, And public servants learn the rudiments. I don't follow science, I am science. I am the university where scientists, Shrinks 'n philosophers develop sapience. I believe in no God, I am walking Godliness. I am the cosmic record that makes, Monks and theologians grow sentience. I am the end of all half-knowledge, I am the beginning of sight beyond sight. Whoever finds me in their heart's mirror, Can never be tamed by apish fright.”

“Nothing Yet Everything (The Sonnet) I am no sufi, yet, Every sufi is my reflection. I am no advaitin, yet, Every advaitin is my reflection. I am no mystic, yet, Every mystic is my reflection. I am no buddha, yet, Every buddha is my reflection. I am no humanist, yet, Every humanist is my reflection. I am no humanitarian, yet, Every humanitarian is my reflection. I am nothing, that's why I am everything. Or perhaps, I'm everything, that's why I'm nothing!”

“When he has finished his morning round, Bartholomew is tired and feels lonely. There is still a little time before lunch, and instead of returning to Brother Alice's empty office, he gives himself permission to visit the gardens. He hungers for the sight of birds, he wants to hear the leaves whisper around him and to sit so still the birds accept him as a shrub. He wants the birds to land on his limbs and mistake his eyes for berries. In this cold dry space between seasons, few birds remain. No snow has fallen yet, but the ducks and geese and hummingbirds are gone, while Bartholomew, bound to his clock and trapped inside, has missed their going, the shape and sound of their flight. A few crows and sparrows are the most he hopes to find as he wheels himself into his blind between bushes, birds as ordinary and steadfast as he is himself. The white sky is birdless above him and the wind's small dirge the only song he hears. Deeply he breathes and listens closely inside himself for his own heartbeat, for the clock that keeps his body's time. Eyes closed, he tries to clean his mind of images and of the voices that would tell him he should not be sitting here, that he is a thief of time, or that the Fathers know of and will punish the theft. He breathes and does not mark his breaths with numbers, only in-out, in-out, until he hears the hum of blood in his ears and the inside of his mind is a uniform, cool gray, unmarked by shadows. He waits for birds, but does not name his waiting. His eyes open, his breathing shallows and he hears the wind. Listens, embodied now, with tension in his body. The moan comes again, is fainter. Waits two, three, four. The source is very near him. He moves his chair from the blind and circles the bushes slowly. The voice cries again, and this time, he knows it calls to him. On the ground, which is black and dry, half hidden in the tangle of oldest, lowest branches, bare of leaves, a crow rests, wings pulled tight against its body, impersonating a black stone. The crow's head inclines toward one shoulder, the black dot of an eye regards him and shares its knowledge: I am dying. It is my time to die. The moan now is almost beyond hearing, a soft deep sound free both of anger and of pain. It is too late to speak or intervene. Bartholomew is chosen witness and he watches the death, silent and simple and wholly terrifying. The last breath is released, the bird-heart stops its beating, the film of a lid closing hides the round eye, the black head slumps to rest against the wing, and Bartholomew breathes slowly, without moving, and binds his mind to blankness. If a spirit leaves, he does not see or hear or feel it go. If he has a soul himself, it does not stir. The death of the crow defeats the Fathers' time. At last the lunch bell rings, and it almost surprises him to find he is alive, his body capable of hunger and of obedience to bells. His hands fly automatically to the controls of his chair, automatically he leaves the garden and steers toward the dining hall, looking back only once to the still black form, mostly obscured by branches. The great room is warm and full of people talking, laughing, eating, all oblivious to death, and what separates him from them, what makes him lonely in their company is his awareness that they each and all must die.”

“Human is a speck of order upon the fabric of chaos - tiny yet evident, fragile yet unflinching - a daring dot in the vastness of the universe - brutal to its historic core, forged from the jungle ore, yet eyes aiming at infinite stars, with heart healing from past woe.”

“In meditation we discover our inherent restlessness. Sometimes we get up and leave. Sometimes we sit there but our bodies wiggle and squirm and our minds go far away. This can be so uncomfortable that we feel’s it’s impossible to stay. Yet this feeling can teach us not just about ourselves but what it is to be human…we really don’t want to stay with the nakedness of our present experience. It goes against the grain to stay present. These are the times when only gentleness and a sense of humor can give us the strength to settle down…so whenever we wander off, we gently encourage ourselves to “stay” and settle down. Are we experiencing restlessness? Stay! Are fear and loathing out of control? Stay! Aching knees and throbbing back? Stay! What’s for lunch? Stay! I can’t stand this another minute! Stay!”

“Countless possibilities exist in any situation. You must maintain a positive outlook to see the miraculous possibilities.”

“Renew your mind with the knowledge on scriptures daily. You will be better equipped to handle any situation.”

“You are always going to meet disturbances outside yourself, it's the experience of living ~ There will be dark days and there will be days of laughter and somewhere in between you'll create a healthy balance within yourself and call it a life. We can't stop the storm, but we can learn to watch it pass.”

“Most of the pain we experience, whether we realize it or not, comes from the fantasies we live in. We create our own worlds, where there are certain rules, things to be done and said and events to happen. And every time that doesn’t go according to the plan (which, basically, means anything because we have no control over what might happen and can’t predict it), we panic.”

“We are inspired by divine power to write.”