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HINDU AUM (OM / PRANAVA)
The most sacred symbol in Hindu dharma. Aum (OM) is the sound of the infinite. Aum is said to be the essence of all mantras, the highest of all mantras or divine word (shabda), brahman (ultimate reality) itself. Aum is said to be the essence of the Vedas.
By sound and form, Aum symbolizes the infinite Brahman and the entire universe.
A stands for Creation
U stands for Preservation
M stands for Destruction or dissolution
This is representative of the Trinity of God in Hindu dharma (Brahma, Vishnu and Shiva). The three portions of Aum relate to the states of waking, dream and deep sleep and the three gunas (rajas, satva, tamas)
The three letters also indicates three planes of existence, heaven (swarga), earth (martya) and netherworld (patala)
All the words produced by the human vocal organ can be represented by Aum. A is produced by the throat, U & M by the lips
Hindu Om (Aum)
In the Vedas, Aum is the sound of the sun, the sound of light. It is the sound of assent (affirmation) and ascent (it has an upwards movement and uplifts the soul, as the sound of the divine eagle or falcon.
Revered by all religions of Hinduism. This is the primeval sound Om. This mystic sound is so important that there are few worship without this. The archanas done at the Hindu temples include this for each of the mantra chanted. The holy vedas also start with this. This mantra is one of the renowned mantra for meditation. This sound represent the Supreme Divinity.
Aum stands for the supreme Reality.
It is a symbol for what was, what is,
And what shall be. A U M represents also
What lies beyond past, present and future.
William’s Morning Cup
William’s Morning Cup
He woke up this morning,
Heavy burdened, a grogginess unchanged
by the Colombian coffee being poured down
his hoarse and dry throat.
His burden so robust that is winds the scale
past the maximum point under his feet.
He questions the very structure
of his upbringing, the simple choices made
by a conditioning he normally is unable to feel.
Today is different; he stares out of a familiar
kitchen widow slightly dirty from last nights
rain, he questions his position and stance
in the chair which is filled by him every morning.
Staring out at this renewed view, filled
with so much beauty as he turns with a jerk to follow
a grackle landing on the neighbors house.
A quarter size amount is spilled from his coffee
coated lips as his morning beverage comes
to rest on his cotton blended slacks. These slacks
now stained like the window filling his vision,
and stained like many of the choices
that stand for questioning in his mind.
He takes one last drink, and heads to work.
The Band
The flavor resonates with the hint of hops
as the melody resonates with the sounds
of sadness. This melody is presented by a man
who I wish to honor. His sound calls to me,
a certain part of me unbroken, and different from
the rest of individuals who stand nearby tapping
their feet to the same beat,
The girl with half a head of hair.
The man with duck taped shoes.
Their expression sad and heavy burdened. For I hear beauty
calling through the speakers into
my innermost receiver who stands
tapping my foot and sipping my beer.
Boots
I notice two men
sitting across from each other. One man
with tight fitting denim pants
and red overworked boots,
which are dusted by the light soil
of a longstanding family farm.
The other man sits with loose fitting
pleated pants, his comfortable Columbia boots
match his brief case stitched with the markings
of an Ivy League college.
A political debate fills the television screen
of the nearest departure gate.
Contrast sides divide the middle stage of this program.
Smirks and gestures are released from both men
who now realize that the same line divides them.
A shift modifies the air, as the line between them
is erased. In this moment they sit unified,
with only complaints about delayed flights.
Push Play
I push play, gently hitting the button
under my finger. These buttons have aged
much like myself. With snaps and pops
they move, for it’s the same as my body. Waiting
for the song to begin. Another dance
to take my mind away. A tempo in my ear which
carries a rhythm to my foot.
Which snaps and pops as well.
The Tree
The Tree from Dalton Campbell on Vimeo.
Placed upon my skin
It was a humid day
The day that I stole the sun out of the sky
Ripped the trees from their roots
Poured the water out of the great rivers
A new home is where they reside
A place to be seen, felt, for eyes
Now follow that previous home
Down a road to a spot so very close to me
Your lips will now caress the very thing
Many used to worship, there life dependent
For a new road map must be constructed
Leading from the brightest places in my soul
An idea in abstract form
Placed deep inside my skin for eternity
What profound thing did you accomplish today
Did grandiose concepts flow from your mouth
Concepts that fell like a dead bird amongst your feet
Was it whispered in the ear of your lover
Only to be forgotten with a nights passing
What device holds your ideas so tightly
My inner world now resides in the very flesh you taste
Delivered by blood and synthetic fluid
Forever cast upon my body
Ideas for the world to see
For my great canvas is bound by Gods design
All may see and lovers may touch
Only cloth will hide my painting
Devised from the deepest parts of my mind
Held out like the hand of a small child
Waiting for you to receive me
To know me
To see me
I Understand Nothing
I listen to songs that never end, only changing tune
Removed from pain, laughing silently
At those around me, bumping about
I peek into many books by great men
To see that they hold only a fraction
Of truth
I attempt to speak the best truth I know
Only to need a large crow bar
To remove the foot lodged firmly in my mouth
I want a connection to you for truth
If only our fears would move away
To a state I’ve never been to