Song Lyric Sunday: For the Record- Kumbaya

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Helen’s direction for this week’s Song Lyric Sunday is to share a song about respect. My son, Sreejit Poole, recently wrote a blues song called For the Record- Kumbaya. I think his song is both profound and deeply moving. I have been looking forward to sharing it with those who read my blog and the Song Lyric Sunday community.

Sreejit lives at Amma‘s ashram in Amritapuri, India. His blog is The Seeker’s Dungeon

This short introduction precedes the singing.

Why do we call it civil rights instead of basic human decency?
The wings of science and spirituality, or possibility and love, should foster a world where no one has to beg for respect
but limited is our vision when our intelligence we neglect
or we try to fly with one wing, as the case may be.

Song Lyrics (The lyrics are also written on the video.)

I’ve got a pen and a thought,
I’ve got a story trapped deep in my heart,
I’ve got a freaky little way to start.
but it seems the words don’t want to come out, I’m feeling a little restless now.

Who read my soul, who read my soul and turned away.
Who read my soul and turned away.

Kumbaya My Lord, Kumbaya
Kumbaya My Lord
– but for the record, the words don’t want to come out ’cause I’m not feeling very holy now.

I’ve got a pen and a thought,
but I’m scared to write the words for the power they’d impart.
I’ve got a lot of careless things to say,
I’ve got a lot of minds to mold my way.

Who read my soul, who read my soul and turned away.
Who read my soul and turned away.

Kumbaya My Lord, Kumbaya
Kumbaya my Lord
– but for the record, the words don’t want to come out ’cause I’m not feeling very holy now.

Who read my soul and turned away.
because they didn’t have the time for more than just a smile, and a “have a nice day?”

True love it comes from above, and I don’t expect it,
but a little bit would be fine with me.
It would be fine with me.

Kumbaya My Lord, Kumbaya
Kumbaya my Lord
– but for the record, the words don’t want to come out ’cause I’m not feeling very holy now.

Lord come quickly ‘cause I’m falling down.
You better catch hold, ‘cause I’m not gonna catch hold.

Lord I’m running never to be found,
unless you catch hold, ‘cause I’m not gonna catch hold.

Lord come quickly ‘cause I’m falling down.
You better catch hold, ‘cause I’m not gonna catch hold.

Lord I’m running never to be found,
unless you catch hold, ‘cause I’m not gonna catch hold.

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Song Lyric Sunday: Blues

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The direction for this week’s Song Lyric Sunday is to share lyrics from a Blue’s song. Sreejit from The Seeker’s Dungeon, and who also happens to be my son :), has composed and sung numerous Blue’s songs over the years. The one I have chosen to share here is called Feel My Blues.

Lyrics

Hear my words and be confused
as you look into my eyes and feel my blues
happiness is hiding from
the darkness to which my heart has clung.

Oooh wooh oh oh
Lost control

I hold the answers but my heart wants more
don’t even care what I’ve been fighting for –
dreams are there to hold me down
forsaking the peace that I have found.

But so long as I hold on to sleep
– it keeps me in darkness
– I’ll go on pretending.

Hear my words and be confused
as you look into my eyes and feel my blues
happiness is hiding from
the darkness to which my heart has clung.

To contentment I’ve said goodbye
there will never be any compromise
as I fight for what could never be
and stir the fire that burns within me.

It doesn’t take but a moment
to destroy a life’s work beyond all atonement.

Hear my words and be confused
as you look into my eyes and feel my blues
happiness is hiding from
the darkness to which my heart has clung.

Tearing down old walls
to make space for new ones –
enjoying the comfort of being
wrapped in illusion.

Hear my words and be confused
as you look into my eyes and feel my blues
happiness is hiding from
the darkness to which my heart has clung.

Oooh wooh oh oh
Lost control

Gypsy Soup

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Sreejit’s new book Gypsy Soup is now available at Amazon.com. The book contains some of his older poems and many that have never been published before. As always, Sreejit examines the darkness and the light inside himself and in our world. His poems are insightful and thought-provoking. I also enjoy the humor that he sometimes sprinkles throughout his poetry.

Here is a sample poem from the new book (used with permission).

 

It’s No Mystery

I wake up every morning,

with another chance

to be the perfect man

I always wanted to be.

I’m not talking about

Amma sucking the pus from the leper,

or Jesus walking on water

perfect,

I just mean that,

‘be the inspiration

I’d always desired to be’

that, ‘give it my all

from the bottomless depths

of my fallible humanity.’

 

Yet normally, before

I even make it to the bathroom

in the morning to brush my teeth,

an expletive,

or some other colorful thought,

invades my desired

perception of me.

In that moment when

I look in the mirror

and realize so many years

have passed,

or in that moment when

my stomach decides,

it’s better I now pass some gas,

I quickly forget

all about the divine

and become the man that can’t

even relax.

I feel the aches and the pains,

and the not quite migraines,

and start pitifully scratching

my ass.

 

Is this how Descartes

came up with the phrase,

‘I think therefore I am?’

Here a pain, there a pain,

everywhere I feel a pain,

I am, oh I am, yes I am!

Is this the height of my philosophy –

I feel pain therefore I am?

Then get me some coffee!

I’ll be perfect tomorrow.

Today I’ll just map out the plans,

of how tomorrow I’ll evolve

from this lazy seeker

and discover the mysteries

of man.

 

Is it really a mystery,

when the saints have laid bare

a path to keep the senses

at bay?

Or is it just that perfection

is another distraction,

another excuse for my

lazy reactions?

– the mind, so in love

with the ego’s satisfaction,

that it lets pleasure

show reason away.

And now, the ego

lives to fight

another day.

 

To order Gypsy Soup click here.

And consider checking out Sreejit’s blog as well.

The Seeker’s Dungeon

 

On the Road with Sreejit

My son Sreejit has been working in the kitchen on Amma’s South Kerala and North India tours.  Most of the pictures below are of Sreejit’s kitchen friends.  As you look at them, consider that the temperatures in these cities range between 90 and 100 degrees!

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Kanyakumari programs

 

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Cooking in Chennai

 

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On the road to Bangalore (Sreejit’s in the middle)

 

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Kitchen work in Bangalore

 

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All of the pictures are from Sreejit’s Facebook page.

 

A Note to the Dungeon Dwellers

Wednesday morning has become one of my favorite times of the week. That is because Wednesday is the day of the week that Sreejit at The Seeker’s Dungeon publishes the newest chapter of his novella, Blur.

A Life of Service

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May My Hands Be In Service

 

I met Amma, a spiritual leader from Southwest India, in 1989 when she was leading programs in Seattle, Washington.  A friend had invited me to go with her.  I had no interest in attending, but when I was asked “Yes” came out of my mouth.  As the music started that night, I burst into tears.  Even though I had no previous experience with Indian music or Eastern spirituality, I had a strong sense of being “Home.”  I cried for hours.  Later in the night, I received my first hug from Amma, who is known as the Hugging Saint.  Her hug felt good, but I was much more interested in the music!

I was intrigued enough by my experience to go to the programs the next day and to the last day of a retreat she was leading on Orcas Island.  Afterwards, I was invited to be part of a group who was seeing Amma off at the Orcas Island airport.  As  she prepared to board the plane, I started crying as if my heart was going to break. I found my behavior extremely bizarre since I barely knew her and I saw no reason for my intense emotion.  Six weeks later, I was at Amma’s programs in New Hampshire and six months after that I was with her in India.

Over the next few years, I continued to experience huge separation grief whenever I was leaving Amma, even if I was going to be seeing her again days later.  My grief was particularly intense whenever I left Amma’s Indian ashram.  At times, I wondered if I was going crazy.  As I struggled to find some explanation, I remembered that Amma had said that those of us who are attracted to her have been with her in previous lives.

I knew Amma generally didn’t answer questions about past-life experiences, but I decided to present her with my theory at the next opportunity. When that time came, I told her I believed I had lived with her in an ashram before and that I grieved to return to that familiar “home.” I added that I thought my “job” in this lifetime was to be in service in the world and to learn to feel connected to her when I was not with her. It seemed to me that it was fine for me to come to the ashram every year, but that I should not live there.

When my comments were translated, Amma responded, “I recognize you.” I looked at the swami (monk) who was translating, puzzled. “She is telling you, you are right,” he said. My eyes filled with tears. She had said she knew me! I experienced the joy of being known and the relief of having my reasoning validated. I was not crazy. There was a logical, albeit unusual, explanation for my overwhelming grief.

My life had been focused on service before I met Amma, and it has continued to be.  I have visited Amma’s Indian ashram almost every year since 1989.  I feel connected to Amma when I am with her and when I am not.  I also feel connected to the ashram when I am there and when I am not.  I am so grateful for all I have learned and experienced in this lifetime.

 

a life of service

dedicated to

Amma

my family

my friends and clients

becoming a better person

leaving the world a better place

hard work? …… maybe

what could be more fulfilling

 

Amma’s 2015 North American Summer Tour schedule can be found at http://amma.org/news/ammas-north-american-summer-tour-2015

dungeon-prompts1 This post was written for Dungeon Prompts:  Hard Work:  What Does it Mean to You?

Sreejit on North India Tour

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My son Sreejit has been helping with Amma’s North India tour since February 26.  He hasn’t written for his blog, The Seeker’s Dungeon, during that time, but he has been posting pictures on his Twitter account.  I have really enjoyed them and thought some of you might also be interested.   You can find them at: @SreejitPoole.  (You do not have to a member of Twitter to see them.)

 

A Tribute to Sreejit on his 40th Birthday

As hard as it is for me to imagine, my son Sreejit is turning 40 years old today!  He was born on December 13, 1974.   He has been such a blessing to his dad and me and to so many others.

I have loved looking through the old pictures in preparation for this post.  So many special ones, especially in this age group.  This was also the period when his sister Chaitanya joined our family!  I remember Sreejit came to see me at the hospital after she was born, bringing chocolates and flowers.  When it was time to go home, he wanted me to come with him.  When I said that wasn’t possible, he wanted to take the chocolates back!  (His dad doesn’t have a memory of this event, but since it is a strong one for me I’m going to leave it in!)

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Some of my memories of Sreejit’s school aged years were his involvement with Boy Scouts, summer camp and his love of Michael Jackson.  He also started to draw during that time.  A friend and he spent countless hours creating comic books.

During his preteen and teenage years, Sreejit played the saxophone, piano and both acoustic and electric guitar.  I took him to his first rock concert, to see Prince!  He loved it and so did I.   He became very interested in heavy metal music and wanted to become a rock star!

Sreejit’s life goals changed abruptly when he met Amma in 1990.  A resident from Amma’s San Ramon ashram came up to me the night he met her and said, “Did you see the way that boy looked at Amma, and the way she looked at him?  He is going to become a brahmachari (monk).”  The woman didn’t know Sreejit was my son at the time she said that to me.  Her intuition was certainly right on though.  He soon exchanged his black heavy metal clothes for the white attire that most devotees wear.  He learned to play the harmonium (a keyboard instrument that has bellows) and the tabla (Indian drums).

Sreejit moved to Amma’s San Ramon ashram in 1994 and lived there for 15 years.  During most of that time, he worked two or three jobs simultaneously, as well as doing the work required of an ashram resident.  In addition, he completed his Philosophy degree at San Jose State College.  Soon after he graduated, he wrote a book titled, Of Mind Or Matter.  The book was fiction, but it incorporated his knowledge of philosophy and spirituality.

Sreejit’s love for music has continued throughout his life.  He has composed many songs.  One of my favorites is “It’s a Long Road”

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It’s a long road
I’ve forgotten
who I am.
It’s a long road
I’ve forgotten
what’s the plan.
Your hands
hold me close
but your eyes
are to the sky,
millions seek your mercy
but you say
freedom is your right,
just fight.

Do you remember me,
for I don’t have the eyes to see,
do you remember me,
am I your everything,
for you’re everything to me.

To walk through this world
a human being
is to carry the burden
of countless lifetimes
of suffering.
As I grow weary
I remind myself
that every problem
I’ve created myself.
Do you remember me,
for I don’t have the eyes to see.

I know I don’t deserve
this life I’ve been given
– time after time
I’ve chosen easy over right.
But, still
you shower praise
and I can’t help but
think your crazy
– crazy for the life,
crazy for the fight,
crazy for the divine
and I know your right,
but do you remember me?

The recording features David Balakrishnan on Violin
Anu Aiyer on table,
Swarna Aiyer on keys
Amritapriya Schmidt on backing vocals
and Sreejit Poole on vocals and guitar

Sreejit was invited to come to Amma’s ashram in Amritapuri, India in 2009 to be a cook in the Western kitchen.  That has been his primary ashram work since that time.  2009 was the same year that he and Chaitanya, who also lives at the ashram, started creating Broadway style musicals which are performed on Christmas Eve.  Chaitanya writes and directs the plays; Sreejit and his friends write most of the tunes. During the musicals, Sreejit plays the harmonium and frequently sings and/or has a voice role (In Indian plays the voices often come from people on microphones behind the scenes.)  A few years ago, Sreejit was an actor in the play as well as participating as a musician.  As soon as one musical is over, Sreejit and his friends start writing the musical scores for the next one.

In 2012, Sreejit started a blog called The Seeker’s Dungeon.  He said this about his blog:

There are plenty of people to write about a heaven that they haven’t experienced. But I want to write about the road traveled to get there. This is meant to be an intense and honest look into the motivations of the human spirit and a search for answers into how we can use the passions of humanity, not just to satisfy our base level instincts, but to bring about a positive change in our world. Maybe it is dark. That is fine. Only when we open the blinds do we see the dust in the room. The dust to me, if not the main goal, is still interesting all the same..

At first, The Seeker’s Dungeon was a poetry blog, but over time he started writing in many different styles.  I was amazed at the depth and skill of his writing.  I feel so much respect for his work.  Many other bloggers were impressed as well; as of today he has 7,670 followers.  For most of a year, he encouraged me to start a blog of my own.  I began to feel the desire to participate in Dungeon Prompts, a weekly challenge he offered to other bloggers.  One day, I decided to build the blog and answer one of his prompts without him knowing I was doing it.  I loved surprising him in that way.  I am so grateful to him for introducing me to blogging and the WordPress community.

You never know what Sreejit is going to do next.  Recently he started a YouTube page and posted some of the  music he has composed.  He also has begun to play the guitar again.  And most surprising, he has decided he wants to learn to tap dance!  He asked me to bring tap shoes for him to India and has started teaching himself to tap.

Sreejit has dedicated his life to spiritual growth and service from the time he met Amma at 15 years of age.  He has used his 40 years of life well.  I am so proud of him and proud to be his mother.  Happy 40th Birthday Sreejit!

With Love,  Mom

 

 

Notes:

Some of you may wonder why you are receiving this on December 12.  India is 13 1/2 hours ahead of Seattle so it is already his birthday here!

 

With My Last Breath

As usual, this week’s Dungeon Prompt is one that makes us explore our inner realms. Here are the questions we were asked to address:

Imagine that you were in an accident and you can feel your life fading away.  With your last breaths, what does your mind fly to?  Are you scared? Accepting? Worried for friends or family, work unfinished or some other business?  Does your focus change to the hereafter?  With your final breaths, to what do you cling?

I had an experience about 17 years ago that gave me some sense of what might happen when that time of my life comes.  In December of 1997, I took my yearly trip to Amritapuri, Amma’s ashram in Kerala, India. Half-way between Singapore and India, our plane started shaking. Simultaneously all of the oxygen masks fell from their compartments. As we struggled to put on our masks, the plane started falling, first 15,000 feet, then another 10,000. The entire fall took about a minute. As the plane began to descend, my daughter and I glanced at each other and then we each focused inward. My mantra immediately started flowing freely within me. With the mantra came a great sense of peace.  I had awareness that if I died that day, I could leave the earth without regret. I had no sense of unfinished business. (You can learn more about that experience at A Reason to Believe.) Continue reading “With My Last Breath”

“I will not be sneaky or lie.”

The therapists and clients in my therapy community all use a series of six self-care contracts as guiding principles in their lives. One of those contracts is “I will not be sneaky or lie. I will be honest with myself and others.”

I hold telling the truth in high value and have for a long time. Has being upfront and telling the truth always been important to me? Not at all. I know that I was sneaky and told lies during a good part of my childhood and early teenage years.

In some families, being sneaky and lying may be the only way for children to have power and to do the things that they want to do. To some extent that must have been true for me. I don’t have any memory of how often I engaged in those behaviors, but I do remember one notable example. One day, my mother asked me if I had practiced my accordion, an instrument I hated. I immediately said yes. When she took me to the closet where it was stored, I was dismayed to discover that there was a big rug rolled up against the closet door. There was no way I would have been able to move the rug to get to the accordion. Did being caught in a blatant lie make me change that behavior? No it didn’t.  What I learned from that incident was to be much more careful when I told lies. I don’t remember when I made a decision to stop lying, but I did.  It may have been in ninth grade when my spiritual journey became so important to me.

One thing that is guaranteed to rile me up is if I find out that someone has lied to me. That seems ironic considering that I used to lie. However, as a therapist I have learned that we are very likely to get triggered when others do the same unhealthy behaviors that we consciously, or unconsciously do (i.e. they are being a “mirror” for us) or when we have not completely forgiven ourselves for our past mistakes. I know I still carry some guilt for all the lies I told during the early years of my life, even though I have some understanding of why I told them.

There is a quote that is often attributed to Buddha that says:  “If you propose to speak, always ask yourself, 1) is it true, 2) is it necessary, and 3) is it kind?”  While I am not always successful, I strive to keep those three criteria in mind when I speak. That doesn’t mean that the people I’m talking to will think that what I have to say meets all of the criteria. As a therapist, I often say things that are hard for clients to hear. At the time, they may think I am being unkind and that my words were unnecessary, but later, they may change their minds.

Is it ever okay to tell a lie? If someone was in danger and telling a lie would help keep them safe, then I believe the lie would be warranted.  In most other cases though, a lie would be unnecessary and potentially harmful to ourselves or others.

If our needs conflict with others desires, we may be tempted to lie. For example, if someone wants us to spend the evening with them we may create some fictitious obligation when the reality is that we just want some quiet time at home.  It might be difficult or even frightening to tell the truth, but most people will understand, and even if they don’t, the truth isn’t likely to do as much damage to the relationship as getting caught in a lie. Even if we don’t get caught, when we lie to someone, our sense of self-respect may be damaged.  We may not know the effect of all the little lies on our psyche until sometime long into the future.

When people shift from being sneaky or telling lies to being honest, they often believe that they have to tell other people everything. That was true for me. If I didn’t tell people the whole story, I felt like I was lying. I soon learned that was not the case. Generally, our thoughts and actions, whether past or present, are our business. There is no need to share them with others unless we want to. It is not lying to keep private things private. In fact, it may be good self-care. Disclosure is an area that requires discrimination.

There are many times when it would be impossible to tell the whole truth and keep the criteria of saying only what is true, kind and necessary. That doesn’t mean that we have to lie though. It may be a time for silence.

Two areas that I continue to work on are not minimizing my own needs and not exaggerating. Recently someone pointed out to me how something they had done had impacted me in a negative way. Instead of acknowledging that what they had said was true, I started talking about a past experience with someone else that had hurt me more. In a way, that was minimizing the situation, and I missed an opportunity to talk about an ongoing problem.

My speech used to be peppered with exaggeration. I spoke of “millions” of this and “tons” of that. I know there are many other examples, even in the present, of how I exaggerate but I’m not remembering them in the moment. When I find myself exaggerating I correct myself internally, and ideally clear it with the person I have spoken to as well.

I think learning to be upfront and honest, yet still use discrimination, is a lifetime process, or at least it will be for me. But I believe it is worth every bit of effort I put into the journey.

 

Written for Dungeon Prompts- Season 3, Week 5- For What Would You Lie?