Non-Attached Action=Duty
« The doer of non-attached action is the most conscientious of men. Freed from fear and desire, he offers everything he does as a sacrement of devotion to his duty. All work becomes equally and vitally important. It is only toward the results of work - success or failure, praise or blame - that he remains indifferent. »
Swami Prabhavananda and Christopher Isherwood, transl.The Song of God, Bhagavad-Gita, NY: The New American Library,1972
« Every deed confirms the sense of egoism and separateness of the doer, and sets in motion a new series of effects. Therefore, it is argued, one must renounce all action and become a samnyasin. »
Sarvepalli Radhakrishnan, transl., The Bhagavadgita (London: Allen & Unwin) ,1949.
All things all thoughts
All signs point to the One Will testing itself
What real need is there
unless the Big Bang disperses the One Will
undertakes the shrinking universe
beyond the birth of Time
the Death of Space
and there is need for salvation for resurrection
a freedom or freeing of the conflict
between this and that
matter and anti-matter
the positive and the negative
the yang and the yin
or whatever it is that makes for visible knowable phenomena
not the invisible dark matter
the Unknowable
this life on this earth let loose in this solar system
within this galaxy lost in this bloating universe
the tips of the fingers not knowing
where the tips of the toes twitch or even if they were there
as if the will sought to reassemble them all into a functioning body
a finité ball
for the long-willed Brahma night
What need is there in telling us
this man is a yogi; he has inner joy
Can one man or woman redeem the whole dismembered Self
for every yogi borne on the Golden Flower
how many billions the price
the dark matter of ephemeral selves
the sacrifice
for the foisting of the Superior Man
l'Homme Sage
What is this if not once again the old pyramidal grovelling vertical race
everything culminating in the highest zenith point
and he who occupies the summit
Is he in control
have things gone out of hand
how many billions of yogis does this world need
to put a stop to this scattering
and the crunch when it comes
what is it to be like
Time turned around
the aged growing younger
wisdom waning to innocence
to ignorance
from able management
to helpless toddling
constricting space into an overheated mite of a minding
or mindless mighty mass
Who is it who is having a ball
not me not you who then
What use is it to feel and yet not feel
What duty can make all the suffering
all the muck-raking
all the meanness
all the damned waste
all the damned injustice
all the things gone wrong
all the inequalities
all the hopelessness of it all
so reasonable to the detached eye
the duty-bound servant
awaiting what
to go
where
and from there who knows where again and for what
what is to become then of all the trillions who knew nothing better
than a thimbleful of earthly
mudful joy
Who put the lavatory so close to the bathroom
did he try to denigrate dissuade pleasure for pleasure's sake
is the colour of joy then coprophilic
how easy to count them out as ephemeral
bodies who leave no shadow on earth
no such name none so resounding as Shakespeare Aristotle Einstein
and what about these
are they entitled to some joy too
what are their positions on the ladder leading to nirvana
does it really matter any more
now that they are no more
WHAT DO MEN RENOUNCE MORE THAN THEIR BODIES
poem by T. Wignesan
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