The source of poetry, and everything else in the universe, is silence, lively silence.

The light Maharishi lit continues to light the world.

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Yogic Flyers in Fairfield, Iowa

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Flying for Peace—Inner and Outer

The law of gravity goes both ways. Over 100,000 people are now enjoying the upward direction, thanks to Maharishi's TM-Sidhi program. And they're taking the world along for the ride, hastening the arrival of world peace.
For more, click the 2nd link—Yogic Flying.

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On the campus of Maharishi University of Management, in Fairfield, Iowa, 2000 people of all ages, cultures, and religions practice TM and the advanced TM-Sidhis twice daily.

A New Definition of Invincibility

"The sign of invincibility of a nation will be from the integrated value of harmony in the country. The tensions and disharmonies will be less, the flowering of business will be there, trade and industry will be increasing, people will be happy, sickness will be less, seasons will be in time, crops will be abundant, the economy will be better, the nation’s influence in the family of nations will be greater and more appreciated. The internal growth of cultural integrity will be more, people will be functioning more in accordance with the Laws of Nature, they will not violate the Laws of Nature, and therefore they will not create problems for themselves and for others.

That country will be more and more loving to all other countries. The influence of good from the country will be purifying for the whole family of nations. So everyone will love the country. These will be the songs of the growth of invincibility of the nation." — Maharishi, Enlightenment and Invincibility, p. 66.

You are the Universe

2008-08-09T15:55:00.005-04:00

We are all walking universes.
Our brains, our cells, our DNA, are mirrored in the sun, moon, planets, and stars. This was known in ancient times and it has now been scientifically verified in the discovery of the one-to-one relationship between the fundamental structures and functions of human physiology and the fundamental structures of the cosmos. Go within to discover the universe.

For more, click the 3rd link — You Are the Universe.

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P O E M S

2008-06-08T16:15:00.054-04:00

The Beginning of Real Time

Almost morning,

somewhere along the edge of March,

I woke to a moment so still,

I heard the ice cracking

on the frozen waters of the world.

Rising from the valley

between night and day,

I opened my eyes and saw my watch

sleeping on the table,

stopped at midnight.

It was a signal for the beginning

of real time.

Here and now the world is new.

We see by the light of the sun

that shines in the middle of the head,

while invisible winds

blow everything false away.

Who will miss the shadows of our old lives?

This is how we enter the future,

through the door of the present.

This is where we find the place

we have longed for,

where no one needs to ask,

“Where am I? Which way should I go?”

We are made of green earth and gold fire.

The blue sea flows through us,

and the sweet, silver air.

The stars flash from the mind

to the sky,

and grow brighter as we look.

Soon, we will not even remember

the time when we were asleep,

dreaming that this would happen.

* * * * * *

Animals on the Move

©1993, 2006 Roger W. Pelizzari
(The Iowa Source, 1993)

When I see cows in a field,
staring at billboards,
I think something's gotten into this world.
They must be yearning to read,
forming the A's
in their calm cow brains.

When I see dogs,
wild eyed,
waving their tails like windshield wipers,
I think yes,
something's gotten into this world.
They must be searching for words,
almost ready to talk.

And when I see rabbits,
zooming through the grass
like they
know where they're going,
I think yes again,
something's gotten into this world.
They must be late
for some very important date.

I am riding a bicycle

in April,

when for some small intuition,
I glance to my right
to see a long eared one,
at full gallop.
For a moment,
time looks away,
and we race like athletes
focused only
on the field ahead.

* * * * * *

Looking for the Big Dipper

(The Iowa Source, 1992)

The ancients called the sky a happy place.

To watch the stars, they said,

would cure a sad heart

and remind you of your true infinite size.

Who has not found comfort

in those ancient lights.

When some mood shades my soul,

I go to the meadow

and throw my head back,

until my feet

lift me off the ground.

I float with the seven starred Big Dipper

of the Big Bear,

that Ursa Major mother first showed us

one Spring night.

I follow it to the Pole Star,

straight up above the axis,

he unmoved one,

around which all others move.

I turn West to walk with Orion,

He with the sword on his belt,

Still hunting, but never quite catching

Lepus the Hare,

even with the help of his two dogs.

The larger, Canus Major,

is honored with Sirius,

the most visible.

How kind of Ptolemy*

to give a dog

the brightest star.

* Alexandrian astronomer who systematized the northern constellations

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Meditation in Deep Drought

(Lyrical Iowa Poetry Award, 1990)

North is the only sane direction

to be driving in July,

across the flatlands

US of A.

We stop to spread the map out

in the highway grass,

searching for a missed turn.

Long ago, we would have been lost.

Today, it's a signal to rest.

Under the rare branches of an elm,

we close our eyes,

and dive deep into

the ancient ocean of peace.

Here, maps are useless.

When we open our eyes,

the world looks new,

happier.

At the next station,

we find an old man

who points the way

without being asked.

* * * * * *

Message from the Muse

(Writer's Digest Poetry Award, 1991)

Listen, you poet,

why do you call me

in the middle of the night?

Do you think I will appear before you

like some genie,

hovering at your shoulders,

whispering sweet metaphors?

That is not the way I move.

Forget me.

Leave your books.

Go rest.

When you are fit to travel,

you will hear a bell,

and I will bring you

boots and a sled

with dogs barking

and firewood to burn

in the snow.

Songs from a Quiet Guitar

2008-06-07T15:20:00.009-04:00

This may be the world's smallest classical guitar, but it has a beautiful sound. It's made of Sitka Spruce, Walnut, Mahogany, and Rosewood by legendary luthier, Sam Radding, of Go-Guitars.com.

Songs are on the way...

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