Bius to Tius: A Birthday Prasad for you......

Bius to Tius: A Birthday Prasad for you….

(for Leyla----Secret Inspiration and Muse for the stream of consciousness flowing from the and for you the reader, as friend and fam)

Start with harmony in my head ala Smashing Pumpkins….break down “1979”

IT is Sunday and Sunset and I am 20 something for 20 more hours

Brining in my 30’s on India’s Republic Day on the Black Moon, no practice, only a sit

And I’m Independent As ever

My 4^th consecutive birthday in India

Independent like July 4^th in Obama USA

Independent as Skynard Freebird, single with Shaivaitte Monkish Gypsy Hermit, A rogue and part Irish Banshee and part Italian Flirt, Obama Young American Kadhi toting man

My 4^th consecutive birthday in India……

I must be mad

“the only ones for me at the mad ones….” Jack Kerouac

I turned 26 in Kerala Amma’s ashram

Having long hair ala Johnny Depp and AK circa Blood Sugar

And had it scalped on a Keralan beach shack by a barber

Who spoke only Malyam

I offered it to Mahadev

And waited hours in line chanting mantra on rudraksha until fingers blisterened, clad in all white, shaved head like a monk and 3 horizontal lines with ash on forehead

Embodied Kali Bodhisattva, the incarnation of Divine Mother, whispered in my ear in Malyam giving me a bite of apple and rose petals tossed on my head leaving me dazed

I turned 27 in Mysore with my sore humstrings humming covered in Himalayan pain balm rub, think Ayurvedic tiger balm, my father was there, in on the redeye from Money Makin’, Pradeep was there, you were there in Mysore or in spirit, and Kannada birthday celebration, after Ganapati Dharshan and puja to remove all obstacles…..

I celebrated 29^th birthday at best western, not the hotel, but the best western style veg restaurant in all of India, no at the club or drunk or dancing at shore bar, or at a trance dance, but with family of yogis from PDX via Encitatas and there daughter, think black bird singing in the dead of night, take these wings and learn to fly….

We had meal at restaurant like star trek name, they are like shiva, paravti , and ganesh or shiva, paravati, and blackbird singing in….

Atha, now it comes to this I bring in my 30s, again in India, again n Goa, sighting upright like Buddha or Shiva, doing an hour sit with friend from where McCandles took Yatra, on the right side, who turned me onto this practice, got turned on in Western Gujarat, and trying to keep it up baby, sit on the Shiva rocks with trident blazing in sun’s reflection

This is the end of childhood

This is the end of childhood

This is the end of childhood

III.

A. Bharti, RF, BD, Puri(s) of Hardwar, you are my parents, and grandparents, siblings, and forefathers

I follow in your footsteps and appear in this incarnation with blackened feet, callused, and rough to Momma India aka

Your India is gone, the world has changed and all is becoming more “modern”

Like Ginsberg’s Molock! Molock! Molock!

Whole Foods is Molock in Boulder, giant Pac man devouring small independent businesses on India’s Independence Day, on my independence day from childhood, my Saturn return

Goodbye Boulder Co-op, Goodbye Penny Lane, Goodbye Alfa’s when it was cool, and now Whole Foods and Wild Oats merge like shakti rising to meet shiva

I go into Whole Foods in 28^th year with Delhi brought Shiva tote canvas bag and make purchase, vit. Cottage is closed, and no discount, I have to purchase one of their WF bags…

All is modern Bungalows arise in Goan, and Starbucks presence in historic Oxford, England, the café where Blaine would go keeps strong….

I’m Agenda in India, it’s worse than Niwot’s curse

I own one tank top, two kadhi pants, two kadhi shorts, a loose-leaf notebook, broken MP3 player with bhajans and satsang, and this is as young and free as I’ll ever be

Calisuses on my hand writing too much, w/o mac or PC

I am writing using pen I bought at Gandhi’s ashram

Sabarmati Ashram in Ahmedabad

It says, “world is my family”

I’m watching sunset on a Goan Beach, Arabian Sea

You from Tehran with Lisa Loeb glasses

Wearing turquoise jewelry

With rainbow top, vata frame and kapha eyes

You are painter

Pastels and forever with sketch pad

With rainbow case, rainbows, you are pot of gold and I am leprechaun, like fighting Irish, Notre dame, our lady, mother goddess, goddess on these rocks, with pocket Persian and English dictionary, with thumb prints, like a bank robber, like Krishna who stole the butter, we are thieves of the heart, green hair tye,

And 1 meter and 70 centimeters tall

Rainbow yarn design covers

With torn Levis

By your knees

Denim converse footsteps thru the sand

All stars, chuck taylors, samskara of my hoop dream, spot up shooter days

Shade of tan,

This moment together, time stops, with you this is a gift, to you and your gift to me, this moment, this fleeting moment, all is dissolving and fleeting, and all is leaving……..leaving my 20s, Saturn leaves, and sun is leaving, leaving, leaving………

Crabs move side to side on the rocks like sumo wrestlers

Opening and closing their claws

I’ve sat on these rocks to mediate and write for 2 hours daily for 2 months last year

Ritual

Surya is now taking the sun west, already away from w. Australia, samskara remains, and now away from India, west to Tehran, to Calabria, to Money Makin’ to Sunny snow covered niwot’s curse best town in America

The waves crash against the rock

Saturn returns

End of 20s

End of childhood hood

New beginnings and I am grown!!!

IV

1 Billion Indias will celebrate Independence Day

1 Million Babas are Celebrating Independence Day, some skin clad save 4 directions

In the words of KV, it has all come to this

Me and my Tehran friend are celebrating w/o gifts

Just silence

Nature and naga

Of the waves and birds

Santosha is this

Meeta is this

V

Donkey runs after carrot in front of head and never catches it

You can lay as many women as Wilt

Make more $ than Bill

Put out more mom and pop coffee shops than Starbucks

Put out more mom and pop stores than Wal-Mart

Put out more Natural Food co-ops than Whole Foods

Make more yoga videos than Rod

You can think that everyday is that day in April on Folsom Field in Boulder

Have more songs on your IPOD than Amobea’s stock in L.A.

Own more Rolls than Osho

Use the word “spiritual materialism” more than mr. demi moore says dude in that film (and practice it too)

Read all the books in Oxford’s library collection

Yug mercury to Neptune as she rises up from muladhara to sahasrara, mercury rising like afternoons here, swimming in pools of mercury like Jim and if she ever comes round, round, like a mandala formed by lou, john, nico, and any

You are still getting away from the first limb, the foundation, santosha,

The essence of practice, which is simplicity, sangha, happiness, and Mother Nature…..

In the words of jack Kerouac everything is mine because I am poor…..

This view, this moment, this friend……….more valuable than the relics in the British museum incl. the Rosetta stone….

Happy 30^th, a song to myself like Whitman, a song to you, a gift, and How I wish you were here like Pink Floyd

End with harmony in my head….

“Society, crazy indeed, hope you’re not lonely w/o me” EV…….

Shane Scaglione

Shiva Rocks, Little Vagator, Goa, India, Momma Earth on the eve of my birthday 26^th of Jan. 2009 to begin my 30^th year…………………..yeah!!!!!!!!!!!!!