Hegel’s Hero in Dream
Hegel’s Hero appeared with video of heroes
To teach me Ideas and dialectics in society;
I saw there, Lions and Foxes of Machiavelli
Fighting , growling , springing from bushes.
Aimless Dame Fortune moves in history past
Politics of India, snowy, foggy, and shadowy!
Shivering men squat passive keeping “ID card”
As Greek slaves, before the Democratic Lords.
General Will ,as Rousseau says ,forms society,
Nation, Governments based on Ideas extant.
Lords, and the wealthy ruled rudely the ruled
In the past, as history moved as cruelly as fast.
God’s own Universe sans universal concept
On Peace; builds walls around each groups.
Religions fail to link the parted and parched
People who worship vicious Cain and Mammon .
Marx, Engels , and Mao came with the legions
Stumbled, humbled and stifled by the Mammons.
Buddha, Christ and the Prophet Mohammad
Told of Love, Grace, Patience and of Pardon
My Lord, why, we fail to wipe tears and fears?
“Sambhavami yuge yuge” says hazy, Hegel fades.
parithranaya sadhunam/ vinasaya cha dushkritham/
dharmmasamsthapanardhaya/sambhavami yuge yuge.
When in India can we expect such a Hero:Kalki,in Kali?
To be trapped, jailed as terrorist protestant, really!
Georg Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel (1770-1831), a German philosopher, was a teacher in the tradition of Plato. Rousseau and Bruke.His important book is The Philosophy of History.” Idea is One Big Form”..”The History of the World begins with its general aim-the realization of the Idea of Spirit”. As Nature it is a most deeply hidden, conscious instinct for security of body and property; freedom and justice.]
1. (“The Christian idea that all men stand as equal in the sight of God, has had its political consequences.”Andrew Hacker, Political Theory,p.433).
2.To Hegel, “The German nations, under the influence of Christianity, were the first to attain the consciousness that man as man , is free”:it is freedom of spirit which constitute its essence, This consciousness arose first in religion, the innermost region of spirit; but to introduce the principle into various relations of the actual world, involves a more extensive problem than its simple implantation; a problem whose solution and application require a severe and lengthened process of culture”.(Political Theory,p.433)
3.“Hero is a builder: of a nation. a political movement, an industrial empire, a new religion”(Political Theory,p.434).(Hero is the World Historical Man)
4.Lord Krishna in Bhagavat Gita tells: parithranaya sadhunam
vinasaya cha dushkritham
sambhavami yuge yuge” (4:8) To protect the good people, to destroy the evil and establish the righteousness, I,(Lord: Hero) come in to the world. “Panditha sama darshina” Gita,5:18)A Scholar consider all equals. In his speech , Prophet Muhammad(pbh) said in his last speech in Mecca, “There is no difference between the white and the black people; no difference between an Arab or a non Arab. The only difference is in piety and knowledge. In the Madina Charter he signed with the Jews, Christians and other non believers, he assured that all will be treated equals irrespective of their faith or race.
5.Kalki : the expected incarnation of Lord Vishnu by Hindus. Kali: the wicked age where in virtue is shadowed by vices.
When I was preparing for a class for Da’awa College students on Hegel, I found some similarity in the philosophical level. This inspired me to think on socio -political issues.
A flamingo in a bright back garden is grooming it’s feathers. What it sees from the shade cast by the statues of ancient Gods and facing an incarnation of the Buddha is a mystery. Balanced on one foot in a corner pond covered in dark green pads and innocent opulent white lilies it peers down towards the warm tiled floor. The limestone slabs are etched with chalk hearts like fortune cookies next to hopscotch and drawings of monsters and men. I am a scatter-brain, but I cannot feign an understanding of what this bird is looking at, and so fondly. Parched dead leaves not cleared from autumns past dwell below a dusty circular patio table mixed with used cat litter and fallen grapefruit that have dropped from the tree above. Though most of the colour is muted or bland there are infusions of vibrancy from the vermillion bed sheet to the violet bloom of clusters of flowers that pierce through the vines and corrugated iron. My garden at Giverney without a bridge in the centre of the picture, there are instead are two chairs. Comfortable chairs whose metallic legs and arms glisten in the light and whose black pleather fabric absorbs the heat of another wild day.
The flamingo is a strange visitor to this garden that is mostly derelict and sparse,
It’s gangly frame leaps out of the water flaps it’s wings and departs.
God made me human
she was feeling capricious that day
actually I was meant to be a frog
green and certain, self contained
content to simply squat and watch
flick a sticky tongue at a passing bug
observer of two worlds
at home in both
able when need or impulse
dictates to skedaddle
with the nonchalance of a Buddha
a gleam of green and gold
glistening on a lily leaf
or kerplunking into deep cool water
Frog had I such toes such elegant legs
I too could scrutinise the mysteries
of pools, the undersides of lilypads
do you wonder Frog
whether there are other ponds
do you dream a dream of elsewhere
do you pause to peer skywards
harbour a secret wish for wings
ah, what may lie beyond your pool
but perhaps I ascribe
too much mystery to you Frog
you simply are
whilst I, I am stuck in wondering,
trying to connect two worlds two realities
damn damn the divine indifference
The Buddha slept under the night sky on His back
eyes open; fearless love looked up. humbling the majesty
of the Void's gift .
eyes fixed... both peerless.
first among equals.
wearing grass-stained robes
chose a blank spot
for a blank stare
" Nowhere Girls are EveryWHERE "
He thought, astonished.
a moment after
where once He stood
there Was No
[ PART ii ] NOT THE KOAN BUT THE KOAN THAT YOU GOT
on the X-ray zen splints were clearly spider webs in ghost bone how should i feel that my sensei saw the X-ray first ?
life is where the answer to this question is a real thing draped in ominous clarity like a town fool, the beggar foreclosing
on your house of cards, the winged swine and some guy named Patrick having a smoke in your face; the mail man, who
always looks so serious about your trivia in a blue hat... who always trips over your precious dying very potted plants !
yes, all that, or maybe not. saute some fresh green kale in olive oil with fresh garlic
[ give it to me ] and i'll tell you that was very thoughtful; and right then;
it would also be
for a minute there... you and i were typing you reading this part. these are the diamonds.
my exposure to the radiation is everlasting in the middle of it's brief long duration
my ghost bones wear new flesh like ipod headphones, don't hate the player [ better yet ]
make a macaroni necklace. go wild. be reckless.
it'll cost you an ounce of real kimchi
from the motherland
with the ugly
i wouldn't put it pass you. cause that would be clairvoyance; and you already know !
a loose tooth entrenched in candy apple can't taste your stupidity but has bad dreams !
some people will always look at you the wrong way and appreciate
how you sat perfectly still for hours; you only took a break to suggest
a better room with southern exposure to eastern thought.
when you threw in a Tripod, they knew you were somekinda somethin'.
and they knew it all along
but juuust wasn't
and kumquats are quantumly eaten.
In the space between words
expectation stares and
the three temptations of
Buddha and Christ
I rearrange words
with painful determination
over and over
that the void
reveals its secrets
Walking on a sunny
Side of the street
Feeling happy and free
Imbued with the spirit
The preciousness of life
Inhaling this feeling
And savoring in
My spirits soaring high
Smiling in a fat Buddha style
Saving the memory
To be the wind
Under my wings
And the whisper of hope
To rely on it and hark
When my soul sinks deep
In the depths of the dark
learn your questions.
discern the myriad as One, and console your misery with service.
pour your fumes into the heart of mars; press pause when your gods
make you nervous. and when they don't exist, you whistle while you hurt...
the Master Plan
but know this.
your cathedrals have killed people, and your faith was crushed -
whenever sincere. so i
bid you peace. a peace with
tranquil thoughts and night lemmings;
right over the Cliffnotes to Oblivion, in vapid terror and happy herds.
their little parachutes; cumbersome, with snapped threads to a forum, that unpack, once filled
with air and
the edge of your vague notions.... that expand
upon dissent .
then make love, all day Wednesday
learn your questions. gain the gist
of your out-risible ignorance and invent the humor of "precise submission"
as humility will boast , enthroned above the kingdom of desire
aching hermetic in a mob. but knobs -
that turn, despite severed hands
turn Truth's Screw.
learn your throat.
hold only the notes to your music
to a golden standard !
Brandish your exile, like a rogue -
from it's sheath of Turin
[ and flash! ] it's blade of grasp
in Walt Whitman's
face your loved ones, but only
with the face
that got away.
return unbridled and
unkempt. more windswept
than lost and found
you damn well please
" fuck Dr. Phil, Really ? "
Have you ever seen an anorexic
and bought that one ?
if you have...
you might be
Kill the Buddha
And wear his head
As a hat
Tie his stupid stylised earlobes
Around your neck
And go out walking.
Three letters for an all powerful being.
Three letters that you must believe beyond seeing.
Three letters that put me in the depths of doubt,
yet these three letters keep me standing about
G O D
Father, spirit or holy ghost - all these titles mean the same.
From the beginning of time, you knew my name.
But it’s so hard to hear you when I call
or even cry out to you when I fall
If death is the final end,
then I am drowning in a sea of fear
For death itself is crawling near.
But believing in a life after this
brings me joy thinking I will meet the ones I miss
Father, God, forgiver! You, why you are not real! You can’t be true!
Science and all sorts of truth do not support you!
Why must I believe? Why?
So that I will have hope when life comes to consume me?
Is that why? My body will be planted in the ground no different from a tree.
The thought of an afterlife is comforting, and so it must be.
But then again, eternal worshiping seems exhausting and too extreme.
And infinite suffering exceeds my definition of cruel.
The majority of us will be sent there by the one that rules.
How can a loving God burn us up?
Is it our fault we were born into a generation that is overly corrupt?
Of course, all these contradictions will do no good for my mind.
I must remain calm, patient, and I must be kind.
If a God is really present, then my thoughts must bring him sorrow.
I want the truth revealed before my eyes. Maybe I’ll discover it tomorrow.
But for now, I’ll find what I believe in.
Whether it’s Jesus, Buddha, Vishnu or nothing,
One of the many out there must mean something.
And if in the end it turns out life is all there is and faith does not win,
it’ll be okay because hope will live in me until my body gives in.
(The holy breath and you're free)
They came and told you everything
But in high school....
Makin love in the back seat
(Pictures on Facebook )
(One touch of grace and you're free)
Do not fear
And you're free
Do not fear
Death and you're free