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Jim Kleinhenz Apr 2010
Birds tend to think the ideal morning raga is
             a mathematical formula, an idea
which will describe ancient silk petals, say,
or nascent flowers in deep movement—  
     objects whose proof lies in open comparison to
            sunlight. The birds, when they
listen to this old raga, played by these
old hands, still say that it’s a language which might be
a new language, and not the same old drumming sound
       played next to their gold and silver cages.
                Birds truly are sensate beings.

True thought consists in singing chords that seem
a repetition of this new language
            —even in pain, even at death—
even though this cannot be. Imagine
each bird singing a thousand songs at each
advent of thought. Think about it—
a thousand songs before the sun moves one degree,
a thousand songs before each bird
         can take a breath,  
a thousand songs against that one moment,
against the passing of that moment…
It is impossible. It has to be.
Of course this too is why I play raga.

So morning’s first raga should not just wake
the sleepers, it should first disturb their dreams.
It should with open eyes bend over their
shut eyes, and watch them come to consciousness.
It should pause at the edge of its destruction,
for soon its vast body will fill the air.
The day is now upon the land. The cage-
bell-flute-beauty, this breath,
is now an abstraction and powerful.
For each day the morning raga finds its way
to garden walls, to destroy those walls.
And for the birds that can fly off,
who are at least alive in the wind,
the morning raga plays a thousand times
in that wind. And then the day begins.

(March 28 2001)
© Jim Kleinhenz
Crystal lived alone in the cabin Ray had built for her. Ray had left long ago but she thought of him often and sometimes went to see him in the city. She was an artist and a dabbler in many fields. Her house was a kaleidoscope of stained glass windows and half finished art projects. It was built almost entirely of wood with a beautiful stairway to a loft bedroom replete with a skylight window on the stars. Set in the mouth of a valley next to a clear stream the cabin looked almost as if it had grown there.

Crystal spent most of her time on her art projects, in fact she made her living that way. She was well known for the macabre nature of her works and they sold well at the local art fairs. Most of the scenes she painted could not possibly have existed on earth. Take for example the orange sky and purple mountains of Mariners Delight or the river of blood in Cosmic Conception.

Often Crystal would meet Ray at the art shows and they would discuss his books or her latest works. It was just such an occasion that preceded the first of her dreams.

Although Crystal had often dreamt of playing in a large meadow surrounded by reflections of her art work this dream had been different. She awoke from a scene in the woods where she had been the object of a grotesque conclave of creatures almost beyond description. There had been a huge goat like creature leading a chant, "Rada nema nestos Yreba, Rada nema nestos Yreba", for a group of creatures that resembled animals. There was a black toad sitting on a rock of seemingly impossible crystalline form, while an agile spider danced on the spokes of its luminous web above her. The smell of blood, the heat of the fire, and the constant and oppressive chant, "Rada nema nestos Yreba, Rada nema nestos Yreba" with all eyes directed at her. She woke with a start, it was early morning, her bed was a tangled mess, and she was covered with sweat. She felt she could almost smell wood smoke, and somewhere in her mind she could still hear the echos of the horrible chant.

It wasn't until almost a year later that the dream repeated itself. She had just completed what she considered her greatest work, a large mural like painting called Id Conclusion. It was a matrix of human forms in contorted and deformed conditions against a backdrop of misty images of human holocaust, war machines, and atomic clouds. She had gone to bed in a storm of thoughts on human depravation and greed. The scene was the same, the spider, the goat, the half human animals, all seemed the same, except for the chant, it was different. "Rada nema nestos Yreba, Raga mantra nestos reale, Yreba Yreba Shiva kommt da." Lightening cracked and a creature appeared. He seemed a man but was built more like a large monkey. Light seemed to follow him like an aura. He was the obvious master of the conclave and all stood back at his approach.

Crystal was lying on the stone altar in the center of the glade and although not bound she was incapable of motion while held in Yreba's gaze. That this creature was Yreba was obvious since all had bowed down now and the chant had changed, "Yreba Yreba teach us to grow." Crystals eyes were glazed and her naked body shown in Yreba's light. All her past works were floating across her mind like a collage. Lost in ecstasy she responded to his aggression like a wanton beast, screaming and writhing in the flow of his energy.

She woke to find her cabin in shambles and she was lying in the center of the living room on the floor, she panicked and ran to her car, slammed it into gear, and sped off down the road.

Ray was sitting in his office at the University that morning when Crystal burst into the room. "Ray, Ray, I've had a dream, a horrible dream, it was, I was!" "Slow down Crystal! You've had a what?" said Ray. Crystal sat down in a ball of frenzy and continued.

About an hour later Crystal had finished her story. Ray spoke, "So you say this is only the second time you've had this dream. Tell me more about Yreba. Does he resemble any of your art works?" "No", she said, "He seemed a lot more like that creature you told me about that day we were discussing witchcraft. The one who was supposed to be the personification of ****** desire evoked for the *** ****** of the ancient Persians."

Ray walked to his bookshelves (he was a professor of ancient mythology and religions) and pulled out a book called Necromancer by Abdule Azerod. "As I recall" he said "that creature was also a god of fertility." He thumbed slowly through the book, "yes, here it is. What did you say this creatures name was? Yreba? Very strange that's almost exactly this Persian deities name, Youruba. It seems he was evoked every year on the vernal equinox to assure ****** reproductivity and if you think that's frightening, feature this, last night was the vernal equinox." Crystal was stunned. "Do you think there's a connection" she stammered? "Don't be silly girl, this was three thousand years ago. Why don't we drive out to your cabin and see if we can find some clues."

Twenty minutes later they were standing in Crystal's cabin. What had seemed so disorderly to Crystal in the morning was now clearly a purposeful state of order. All of her sculptures were arranged neatly on the stairs to the loft, and her pictures were arranged so as to face the spot on the floor where she had awakened. On the floor where she had lain was a large five pointed star. "What does it mean Ray?" "I think it's a pentagram" he stated. "Is anything missing?" "Not that I can see" she said. "I don't think we had better stay" he said, "Find what you need and we'll go back to my house. You can stay there until we figure it out."

Crystal never returned to the cabin. Ray sold it for her and bought her a new house in the city.

Crystal got sick a few months later. She was sitting in the doctors office now awaiting his return. "I have good news" he said. "Good news" Crystal groaned. "Yes" he said, "Your pregnant."
Aliens can make you pregnant of mind, it's the hawkowl facts.
I named my bird dog Yreba.......I'm in so much trouble!!
Aridea P  Oct 2011
Seutuhnya Hati
Aridea P Oct 2011
Jiwa ku terbang
Raga ku hilang
Raga ku menangis
Hati ku mencari

Saay hancur hati ku
Berkeping-keping bagai sisik
Susah dicari untuk dihiasi lagi
Untuk menjadi seutuhnya hati

Serpihan hati ini terbang
Sisa, ku peluk erat sampai ku mati
Sampai kembali lagi
Jiwa dan raga ku ke sini

Tempat terindah kini hatiku
Saat menemukan mereka
Dalam buaian hangat
Hidupku indah untuk selamanya

Le Gra,
created by. Aridea Purple
Aridea P Oct 2011
Tangan ku kaku ketika menulis
Kaki ku lumpuh ketika melangkah
Mata ku buta ketika memandang
Raga ku pun mati karena merindukan

Langit amat luas
Hidup bahagia bersama awan
Tapi, langit tak berikan aku
Aku pun menangis

Air laut menampung kesedihan ku
Meluap menjadi awan
Dan menenggelamkan jagat raya
Termasuk hati ku yang sudah rentan

Rentan, karena terik mentari yang menyengat
Raga ku roboh terhempas angin menjadi puing
Jiwa ku lari saat takut desiran pasir
Darah ku habis saat berlari mengejar semua

Sumpah mati takkan tergapai
Cinta sejati dalam hati yang tulus
Dengan ocehan yang melukai
Dan kata cinta yang omong kosong

Created by Aridea Purple
Aridea P  Oct 2011
Munafik
Aridea P Oct 2011
Jika aku berdosa Tuhan
Hati tak ingin disalahkan
Karena jiwa yang serakah
Telah terbelah menjadi dua

Ingin hati terbang ke Surga
Apadaya terbelenggu senja
Mentari panasi dunia
Bagai raga ku yang mulai gersang

Tuhan... Tolong...
Teriakan ku memohon
Hujanilah raga ku yang gersang ini
Beri tanda jiwa yang asli

Jiwa keras bagai karang
Terhempas ombak baru mengalah
Jiwa lembut bagai awan
Terhempas angin baru tersadar

Sadar akan 2 jiwa yang terbagi
Begitu berbeda bagai langit dan bumi
Amat berbeda bagai air dan api
Ku sadari, aku manusia yang Munafik

Created by Aridea Purple
Sethnicity Dec 2015
Beyond the lights and glare and joyous cheers
Outside the pretty things prepared to tear
It glows without joules or generators
Without lists and traditional movies
between gathered gifts and exhalations
mini mall masses travel plans, traffic
makes meaning of monotony, trees of woods
burning bright before menorahs first light
unquantified warmth while tilted from sun
unnamed it's ether a summoning drum

Before Christ birth or Alleluia sung
Close your eyes and see from glance where it comes
More precious than 34th street miracles
the motivation of cold breeze on leaves
The reason for seasons found in unity  
Where shepherds staff birth red white epitaph
Where plants of poison rosy the living
When wise men exodus for genesis  
Seven lights or Nine or just one big star
matters not the name or time frame in bloom
indiscriminately celebrate the Ohm
The form is based on the Indian Raga in a pattern of ten.
To and From Ravi. Dhaynavad, Shalom, and Rest In Music.
Prabhu Iyer  Sep 2014
Guilt
Prabhu Iyer Sep 2014
A raga of another time, from another day,
plays in the head:
grime of the day, stuck on my hands.

You shot an arrow across the eastern skies.
Senora, a hundred cries you carry
in your womb, yet I never
found you in the peasant woman
in whose arms I fell asleep, when
at noon you disappear at the horizon.

Maiden of the moons, at dusk I lost you
to the trail of lotuses blooming westward.

It is raining in gusts but this storm
cannot wash it away:
Guilt, like turmeric, stains the soul.
A raga is a mode in Indian classical  music and different modes are sung at specific times. So a morning mode that plays on in the head late at night, arouses a sense of nostalgia...!
Elle Sang  Apr 2016
Temaram Lampu
Elle Sang Apr 2016
Terkadang raga ini lelah melangkah
Berjalan tanpa tahu pasti kemana
Apakah akan singgah sebentar di sudut itu
Atau mungkin akan berhenti di pelabuhan timur
Malam itu aku tertatih
Menahan perih dan luka
Tanpa ada satupun yang sadar
Dalam hati mengumpat watak manusia yang acuh
Namun aku juga manusia
Aku.. manusia yang tak akan pernah berhenti belajar
Walau harus merajut asa dalam sakit
Ditemani oleh temaram lampu kota aku menari
Hingga raga ini tak sanggup
Dan jiwa ini hilang dibawa angin malam
Aridea P Oct 2011
Malam larut tak ku rasa kini

Hanya duduk merenungi sepi

Aku pun berdiri

Mendekati cermin di dekat ku

T'lah ku lihat kini

Bayang lain pengkejut hati

Namun, tak kuasa ku tahan tangis

Ingat-ingatmimpi yang lalu

Bintang-bintang kabur berkejaran

Bulan pun tak lagi berjanji pada ku

Untuk selalu menyinari aku

Malam larut hilang berganti pagi

Menusuk raga saat raga menyinari

Membunuh jiwa saat tak lagi kini

Ku rasakan malam yang hening

Di mana ku selalu teringat Belahan Jiwa

Yang dulu slalu mengiasi malam

Created by,

Aridea Purple
Aridea P  Oct 2011
Untukmu Cinta
Aridea P Oct 2011
Untukmu Cinta
Sejuta kata tercipta untukmu
Segenap jiwa ku serahkan padamu
Hingga akhir waktu ku sembahkan hanya untuk mu

Meski tak kau terima
Cinta dalam hati ku
Terhempas begitu saja
Bagai dari langit ku jatuh

Ingin ku berenang di lautan
Arungi samudera bersama ombak
Desir pasir melagukan alunan daun
Lambaian tangan untuk berselancar

Indah cinta mengikat raga
Satu aliran nadi di salam darah
Mulut mengucap selalu kata cinta
Hati pun akan selalu bahagia
Aridea P  Dec 2011
Nafas Kita
Aridea P Dec 2011
Palembang, 17 Desember 2011

Aku hidup dengan nafas mu Bapak, Ibu
Aku ada karena Dia Yang Maha Satu

Namun raga ini aku yang bawa
Jiwa ini aku yang menjaga
Hidup ini aku yang memilih
Cerita ini aku yang jalani

Aku tumbuh bersama nafas mereka
Aku termotivasi karena mereka juga

Nafas kita menyatu
Mereka menghela nafas kebahagianku
Aku menghela nafas kebahagian-Mu
Nafas kami juga nafas mu, Bapak.. Ibu..

Kau pelita kehidupan
Obor benderang di gelap ku
Bekal mengenyangkan di lapar ku
Oasis indah nan segar di dahaga ku

Tak akan ada aku tanpa-Nya
Tak akan hidup aku hingga sekarang tanpa Bapak dan Ibu
Tak akan aku bertahan tanpa diriku sendiri
Dan aku hidup tuk bersama mereka

Aku yang menentukan
Dia tinggal menyetujuinya
Bapak Ibu hanya bmendoakan
Dan sebentar lagi mereka ku gapai

(it’s because I Love Shane, Mark, Kian and Nicky)
Crystal lived alone in the cabin Ray had built for her. Ray had left long ago but she thought of him often and sometimes went to see him in the city. She was an artist and a dabbler in many fields. Her house was a kaleidoscope of stained glass windows and half finished art projects. It was built almost entirely of wood with a beautiful stairway to a loft bedroom replete with a skylight window on the stars. Set in the mouth of a valley next to a clear stream the cabin looked almost as if it had grown there.

Crystal spent most of her time on her art projects, in fact she made her living that way. She was well known for the macabre nature of her works and they sold well at the local art fairs. Most of the scenes she painted could not possibly have existed on earth. Take for example the orange sky and purple mountains of Mariners Delight or the river of blood in Cosmic Conception.

Often Crystal would meet Ray at the art shows and they would discuss his books or her latest works. It was just such an occasion that preceded the first of her dreams.

Although Crystal had often dreamt of playing in a large meadow surrounded by reflections of her art work this dream had been different. She awoke from a scene in the woods where she had been the object of a grotesque conclave of creatures almost beyond description. There had been a huge goat like creature leading a chant, "Rada nema nestos Yreba, Rada nema nestos Yreba", for a group of creatures that resembled animals. There was a black toad sitting on a rock of seemingly impossible crystalline form, while an agile spider danced on the spokes of its luminous web above her. The smell of blood, the heat of the fire, and the constant and oppressive chant, "Rada nema nestos Yreba, Rada nema nestos Yreba" with all eyes directed at her. She woke with a start, it was early morning, her bed was a tangled mess, and she was covered with sweat. She felt she could almost smell wood smoke, and somewhere in her mind she could still hear the echos of the horrible chant.

It wasn't until almost a year later that the dream repeated itself. She had just completed what she considered her greatest work, a large mural like painting called Id Conclusion. It was a matrix of human forms in contorted and deformed conditions against a backdrop of misty images of human holocaust, war machines, and atomic clouds. She had gone to bed in a storm of thoughts on human depravation and greed. The scene was the same, the spider, the goat, the half human animals, all seemed the same, except for the chant, it was different. "Rada nema nestos Yreba, Raga mantra nestos reale, Yreba Yreba Shiva kommt da." Lightening cracked and a creature appeared. He seemed a man but was built more like a large monkey. Light seemed to follow him like an aura. He was the obvious master of the conclave and all stood back at his approach.

Crystal was lying on the stone altar in the center of the glade and although not bound she was incapable of motion while held in Yreba's gaze. That this creature was Yreba was obvious since all had bowed down now and the chant had changed, "Yreba Yreba teach us to grow." Crystals eyes were glazed and her naked body shown in Yreba's light. All her past works were floating across her mind like a collage. Lost in ecstasy she responded to his aggression like a wanton beast, screaming and writhing in the flow of his energy.

She woke to find her cabin in shambles and she was lying in the center of the living room on the floor, she panicked and ran to her car, slammed it into gear, and sped off down the road.

Ray was sitting in his office at the University that morning when Crystal burst into the room. "Ray, Ray, I've had a dream, a horrible dream, it was, I was!" "Slow down Crystal! You've had a what?" said Ray. Crystal sat down in a ball of frenzy and continued.

About an hour later Crystal had finished her story. Ray spoke, "So you say this is only the second time you've had this dream. Tell me more about Yreba. Does he resemble any of your art works?" "No", she said, "He seemed a lot more like that creature you told me about that day we were discussing witchcraft. The one who was supposed to be the personification of ****** desire evoked for the *** ****** of the ancient Persians."

Ray walked to his bookshelves (he was a professor of ancient mythology and religions) and pulled out a book called Necromancer by Abdule Azerod. "As I recall" he said "that creature was also a god of fertility." He thumbed slowly through the book, "yes, here it is. What did you say this creatures name was? Yreba? Very strange that's almost exactly this Persian deities name, Youruba. It seems he was evoked every year on the vernal equinox to assure ****** reproductivity and if you think thats frightening, feature this, last night was the vernal equinox." Crystal was stunned. "Do you think there's a connection" she stammered? "Don't be silly girl, this was seven thousand years ago. Why don't we drive out to your cabin and see if we can find some clues."

Twenty minutes later they were standing in Crystal's cabin. What had seemed so disorderly to Crystal in the morning was now clearly a purposeful state of order. All of her sculptures were arranged neatly on the stairs to the loft, and her pictures were arranged so as to face the spot on the floor where she had awakened. On the floor where she had lain was a large five pointed star. "What does it mean Ray?" "I think it's a pentagram" he stated. "Is anything missing?" "Not that I can see" she said. "I don't think we had better stay" he said, "Find what you need and we'll go back to my house. You can stay there until we figure it out."

Crystal never returned to the cabin. Ray sold it for her and bought her a new house in the city.

Crystal got sick a few weeks later. She was sitting in the doctors office now awaiting his return. "I have good news" he said. "Good news" Crystal groaned. "Yes" he said, "Your pregnant."
I named my bird dog Yreba, I'm in so much trouble!
fatin May 2016
mana mungkin rindu aku terasa
jika diungkap dengan bait bahasa

sayang
dakaplah aku
rasakan rindu aku
kerna mana bisa ayat dan kata curah rasa ini
andai kau rasa perit dan pahit ini,
lepaskan lah.
biar aku bebas terokai dunia
tanpa rasa sekat dalam raga

aku penat
-menunggu sesuatu yang tidak pasti
dalam hal ini, adalah kamu

jalan yang dahulu kita lewati tengah malam kini kian sunyi
dulu, ada sahaja tawa kita kedengaran
entah
bukan aku tidak cuba untuk berhenti ada fikiran tentang kamu
tapi
bagai aku tersekat

sayang
andai kau rindu
andai kau rasa perit dan pahit ini
lepaskan lah aku

*agar aku bebas teroka dunia

— The End —