Bay Area Blues

 

Copyright ©2006 Karen Lynn Sterkin

Bay Area Blues Collection

Father’s Day
Give me Shelter!
New Year’s Blue Heaven for 2007
Inheritance
A Plea for Peace
Bay Area Blues
Black Hole
Pride’s Purpose
Offended!
Love Sick
Mug
Donkey Love
Flowers on the Fence
Money
Two Saris
Ruby Raine
Brother Jamie
Grateful for Support
Believe in Your Dreams
Beautiful Brother Muse
Jealousy
Want of a Wife
Come to My Door
Song of the New Energy of Earth
No Agenda
Stay in the Expanded Now
The Child Within

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Father’s Day

©2005 By Karen Lynn Sterkin 19 June 2005

It’s been a wonderful week
But I’m too tired to stay awake
For Her darshan.

Beautiful moon in an azure sky
Hanging over a mountain high
Among the flowering hillsides.
Lovely night follows a beautiful day
Bright California blue sky way
Painted background forms bowers
For the green trees and flowers
That stand out in riotous colors.

Unusual rain pouring down in June
Birds singing in the green trees
Keep perfect rhythm and stay in tune

How many years I’ve spent looking
For my Father’s love and approval.
I sang well this morning at the hall
‘tho The Judge in me was not pleased at all.
He was not pleased on this Father ‘s Day
So I skipped the evening talk in the head
And went to Devi Bhava instead.

Alone at the Puja, I gave Her my despair
And loneliness and resistance
To my daily singing routine.
Because of all the hearts she is the Queen
Her Nazaar can clear the air
Of blockages to abundance and care
That prevent Creative endeavor. 
I gave my heavy heart’s tremor
To the one they call Amma – the Divine Mama. 

For Elizabeth Wagoner
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Give me Shelter!

©2006 by Karen Lynn Sterkin (27 Nov. 2006)

I’ve gone to all the gurus
All they’ve given is the blues
’cause my mother and sister are nuts
Wasted every cent my dad spilt his guts
Then out of cowardice and guilt
Undid everything we’d built
For centuries ‑ what a waste
To slay so many for such poor taste!

Now this Shri Shri wants to buy a home
Give me shelter for his Shanti Om
O Lord can I have some fun
Laugh and sing with no more delay
Manifest what I want today
Sing my songs with musicians and play
Build an art school where I can take birth
To learn to play my songs in mirth
Before Gaia leaves this Earth?

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New Year’s Blue Heaven for 2007

(from Hafez Jan. 2007)     ©2007   Karen Lynn Sterkin

I’m getting older and fatter
Too blue for yoga or exercise
But still unable to sleep
Where’s the lover who won’t make me weep?
Who’ll feed me love
So I don’t need the food
To fill the emptiness.

Inspired by His Holiness
The Mumbai film singer
Produces her Sufi lyrics.

Why hasn’t he given me these gimmicks?
To produce my songs to Eternity?
’cause I don’t do sadhana
Or work as a slave for a week in Bali
With His Holiness 1008 Shri Shri?

Such is my fate!
I’m always too early or late
But Hafez knows the cure
Surely as sinecure
As he whispers in Karen’s ear
Never fear — true love is here
And your fate is shining
While this Yogi my dear
Still seeks a palace for reclining.

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Inheritance

©March 2002, Karen Lynn Sterkin

Falsely accused by a sister,
Betrayed by a step-mother,
Judged by an aunt
Condemned by a mother
For an inheritance.
Hard-earned by a weak father
Refused to fight for his eldest daughter
So his money went to the ex-wife and younger daughter.

The rest went to his second wife
and his youngest sister.
Why? When God’s creation is filled with abundance?
Is there betrayal and battle for a stolen inheritance?

Some say it is our Negative Scenarios
or just bad karma
Others teach about the New Energy
How without an agenda
To find within our own Divinity.

Their faces swirl in front of my tear streaming eyes
On the long drive to Pt. Reyes.
Words exchanged rattle repeatedly
 in my head aching severely.

Where’s the joy that comes with family on earth
The sweetness of a baby in human birth?
The innocence of children fighting for attention and self-worth
In such a love-starved family hearth?

People accuse and blame
Throw around anger’s flame
But why in God’s name
Is there so much hatred, grief, and shame
Over a family’s inheritance?

An inheritance is a gift of Love
From God’s eternal treasure trove.
To pass down a gift from heart to heart
Each generation’s legacy to impart
A way to Love for those kept apart.

I am weeping for sins I have never committed;
Feeling I should to an insane asylum be committed.
Weeping for the potential of joy and love missed
Through robbery and false accusation
By a sister and mother’s betrayal kissed.

What did I do “wrong” to be accused falsely?
By a disabled younger sister’s robbery
No one can rob me of my inheritance!

I ask the Divine within me
How I can forgive those who falsely accused me
For robbery – for an inheritance.
I want to know the Truth of this circumstance,
So I am not suffering without recompense!

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A Plea for Peace

©by Karen Lynn Sterkin 31 Jan. 2002

I don’t know if false or true
Or if I’ll get another scolding from you.
But these thoughts came in five minutes
While walking by the sea trying to make sense.

It’s not personal, said the Eternal –
It’s not about you or me anymore.
Rather whether or not it’s world peace or war!

I’ve not thought about Baba’s folk for years,
But I spent yesterday thinking of you in tears.
No matter what my repentance
None of this made any sense!

Till I asked Meher the cause of this commotion
While seeking inner peace by His ocean.

I told Him I prefer loneliness to humiliation
I prefer separation to another busy (body) ashram
Yes, I sent the bottle in haste and carelessness
My focus on the music – my next CD and finances.
In ignorance of your new post of prominence.
As a Trustee for Lord Meher’s place,
You must be honored and respected in deference
To the One you serve –  and your holy service.
And my reputation for disgrace
Must not dishonor Meher’s holy place.

Your email held as much agony
As the U.S.S. Cole missile tragedy
They threw me out of reoriented sufism
And I’m as shunned in Meher Baba’ism
Just a loose cannon without diplomat sense.

But ah what inspiration for Song
I find in the world’s harangue.
What mysteries of love and freedom
I find -- though I’m feared and shunned by men.
I’m a cat thief and a harlot
I’ll go wherever I find song’s support!

If I’d sent it to your mother
To keep your privacy under cover
And protect you from gossip’s sting
Instead of a scolding that in my heart’s rankling
Like a pot on the stove simmering,
Just a brief, aloof but friendly, “thank you”
That I’d not give any further thought to?
I am a woman of respect and grace
When I refuse to allow myself or others
His name to disgrace.

But now my songs have made me a queen,
And not for just a day.
Tho’ they scold and scoff “get off your swing”
They have no idea what’s hidden in this play.

I am grateful for my past “bad reputation”
For in this disgrace and loneliness
My songs flourish and God-willing so do my finances!

So forgive this careless one
That Meher’s request for Cholestin
Was not delivered in the Court’s manner.

Now just see their war’s clamor,
I begin to see the secret hidden in the outer,
So please for world peace dear brother
Please forgive this careless child of Meher.

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Bay Area Blues

©June 2001, Karen Lynn Sterkin

Washing the chopping block
As he turns his back -- Whack!
I wait behind another in line
See dark blue blotches on his sirloin.
Is it safe? May I see another slice?
I want to choose -- What’s the price?
Any nourishment in that man’s meat
When I have to beg for a receipt?

Why open a meat shop in a health store
Then poison others with hatred’s roar?
If you don’t want to serve – then just refuse.
At least don’t invite us in for abuse.
Dad says, “You should leave -- keep your self-worth
Don’t stoop and degrade yourself on earth.
How can hatred ever feed or nourish you?
When a woman stoops, God is degraded too.”

They invaded our peaceful, lovely home
Too crowded now, stressed-out they roam.
Ill tempered, bad mannered, demons
The teen gangs cruise with their harems.
My life’s priceless years left wasting
They demand my attention for nothing.

His car slows to an angry come-on crawl
His music booms violence looking for a brawl.
Working moms all day put them in front of TV
So they waste my precious time and hate me!
I’ve missed two long, red lights
Now too late for my appointments.

Let’s switch all the hard-working, gentle hearts
Move those who in poor countries now dwell
Who honor education, gardens and the arts?
With these despicable people left embroiled
Out of the paradise they’ve now spoiled
Deport (and ship) them all to 3rd world hell!

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Black Hole

©Sept. 2001 by Karen Lynn Sterkin

O God, they’ve blown a black hole in your creation,
When we’re all One –
how can anyone kill His own Being?
Now where have they gone?
How to comfort them in this Night without Song.

They wage war whenever God-man
comes rather than yield.
Forced both Krishna and Mohammed
onto the battlefield.
Stubborn men who won’t surrender
Find Love cannot be stormed by violence
Rather than bow at His Lotus feet, sweet innocence
They kill themselves and others in hate.
I am weeping alone –
for terrorists who’ll repent too late.

They’ve blown a hole in Your creation,
World Trade is a burial ruin in my nation.
We invited those here for freedom
Like children rivals for a better song
We played, battled, like cubs in a lair,
But not with Jihad Demons of despair.
Why start a holy war for Armageddon
‘Cause no one listens to your Song?
Those who build golden calves and Camelot’s
Dot com with stocks, politics now called patriots
Clamoring for yet another World’s End?

O God, they’ve blown a hole in Your creation
They’ve buried innocents in my nation.
Where we’re all One under Beloved’s Sun
How can anyone kill another in God’s Ocean?
Where have they all gone? – Firefighters – father & son?
Lovers, daughters, of liberty nation.
No comfort in this Night without Song.

God gave him an inheritance of $300 million
And he rains curses and sorrow on everyone!
His Muslim brothers hide their eyes in shame
God-man came again but with a different name.
Each time He’s the same, but with a different name. 

Whatever hopes for World Peace
Did we lose it with this sacrifice?
Whatever prayers for World Peace
For the New Humanity of God’s Grace
For us whom God-man made His sacrifice.
Is it shattered forever from our dream?
Or is this just the Night before our Souls’ awakening?
We are all One in His creation;
Saint or sinner, loser or winner.

Beloved they’ve blown a hole in Your creation
Like tearing a sacred painting in my home
I am weeping I am restless, grieving in sadness
Is every black hole in outer space
Where not even a photon of Light can escape
Where some fiend blew up paradise in such a place?

Have we offended You, Master of all Grace?
Now Americans blow up the poorest land of all
Afghanistan refugees starving – what disgrace!
And in every one, I see Your darling Face.

Meher have You left me here alone?
In this nightmare without God-man?
In this madness and sorrow
Where can we find comfort now?

Those I sing with and laugh
Tho’ once, laughter and rivals for a song,
I hug them now in my heart all day long.
For last week lying dead in my path
I found the sweet white cooing dove
Message of Love from above?
That the time of peace is gone?
The father has no time to teach his son.

Music or war – all is in Your hand O Saki.
My only hope whether in prayer or in bazaar,
Beloved, is that your loving Nazaar
Remains on me - no matter my destiny. O Saki!
Karen weeps “Keep me with You, Meher.”

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Pride’s Purpose

©June 2001 by Karen Lynn Sterkin

If you destroy a sunrise
Because it’s pride is in your eyes,
You’ll leave this world in darkness
And semi-eternal coldness.
How can anyone sing to God without pride?
It’s impossible without His aside.
To get the skill, the art correctly,
Beauty is very hard to play perfectly!

Flowers look beautiful and birds sing well.
But most of us work hard as hell
To look pretty and perform that well.

To dispel doubt, shame, and tears
Strengthen faith, empower talent, zap fears,
Takes early childhood playing for years
To tune one’s Song for Love’s ears.

I’m not a nest-building bird.
But that’s no reason for disrespect
Or not to take me at my word.
You may hate, fear me or despise
But only a fool destroys a sunrise.

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Offended!

©June 2001 by Karen Lynn Sterkin
(Written Sept. 1997)

Oh Meher, at every turn, I offend your creatures.
And this damn sleeplessness has ripped the beauty off my features.
Without a job, no friend, no sleep,
While for the realms of music I weep.
Why is there no peace in my heart? 
Why at every turn must a bargain be pledged for learning the art?
The skinny violinist can play her strings all day
And she can study tabla at night.
But I am cursed with worries about money, about men,
About offending your gurus at every turn.
Help me Hafiz and those who tread these pathways to find my place
A small haven of peace where I can learn to play my song and sing my piece.
Oh Beloved Meher, you want to hear me Sing? 
Then find me a place in your universe not in prison like Sing Sing1
Spending my precious time earning money worrying
About every problem I have not caused, that makes me sick.
Or find me a home in your creation with a friend where I can make music
And if I have not earned Your Grace to have such a place
Then lay me to rest outside of this world, so I can sing in the next!

1Sing Sing is a prison in New York State.

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Love Sick

©June 2001 by Karen Lynn Sterkin
(Written during Bhau Kalchuri’s visit July 1997)

I am sick for Love of the Friend
Oh Summer Breeze, full of sweetness
And hope of Youth’s promise
Bring my greetings to His poet Night watchman
Because Karen is ill and cannot come in person.
The cure?  One glance under His Eyelashes
To enflame the dying embers now in ashes.
Do you know my illness and the cause?
I am lovesick and heaving with sorrow
And my heart has taken flight to find another
Too restless to pay heed or pause
O Blessed Peace, why have you left me?
Oh you meditators and peace makers
On this path, there is no resting place.
A dog and pony fray at best
To see who sings a better song -- no rest!
Fierce are the rivals at the palace gate.
More than beggars waiting for a plate
Spies and betrayal are the norm,
No comfort or peace of hearth or home
Oh sweet domestic dreams of peace
Harmony in home with a garden — Youth’s promise
What price paid for this Path?
And nothing gained but reprimand
I am shunned at home, in the market,
Betrayed by spies and rivals on the path
Oh You meditators and peacemakers,
Beware the spiritual path!

Sweet evening breeze, whisper to my Beloved
I am ill and restless for His Face
Even one glance can still my heart from my bed
Quiet the frantic beating, like a sparrow’s fall from Grace.

Do you still love me?  How can I know?
Ask me for a Song and then give me back my voice!
All is in Your hand, O Saki
But tho I find myself in the Tavern tonight
There is no sight of You Sweetheart
And no peace is my plight!

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Mug

©May 2001 by Karen Lynn Sterkin

1)   Let’em think I’m a mug,
Quite a useful costume,
Quiet room for a private hug,
And Peace to weave a tune.
Most can’t even hear if I’m singin’ in (out of) tune.
They lack the robust ear an’ disciplined (practiced) passion.
Universal Laws like gravity ‘n karma
Remain the same for every singer’s dharma.

2)   Fortune may smile on me awhile
But with fame I’ll have no guile.
Neither Mother Theresa nor Mussolini
Can escape the laws of gravity;
Or cause and effect (even) with fame.
No matter the singer or musician,
Both Sa and Sum remain the same;
Coming to “sum” with the drum,
Reaching in pitch to (every) “Sa.”

3)   I’d rather sleep with a thug,
Than flattery from hypocrites who hate,
Think they’re pious as a bloody saint.
Harbor ill-will and no fun,
So a girl has to hide in isolation.
Not allow the contamination -- to breed.
I say mug, my sister (Ilona) says “dweeb”

4)    Either way it’s a good disguise
From the Master whose eyes
Inspire Love Songs and bliss.
I won’t let fame rob me of His kiss.

5)   In gardens buzzing in full bloom,
Scents of jasmine an’ rose perfume
Tipsy tots greet me eye to eye,
Puppies, bunnies playing romp by.
Fresh streams of unseen secrets make me giddy, (e’en) in the city
Harming no one (while) -- loving everything.
Enough to eat – (and) free time to sing.

6)   Fame plugs into soap operas,
Fries circuits in dramas.
Mind can only hold one thing at a time.
My job’s song-weaving in pretty rhyme.
To entertain the Master of Song – all day long.
I won’t let fame rob me of His hug,
Let’em call me a useless ole mug!

7)   Enough to eat and free time to sing,
Harming no one – (while) loving everything.
I won’t let fame rob me of His hug,
Let’em call me a useless ole mug!

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 Donkey Love

©June 2001 by Karen Lynn Sterkin
The New Humanity Collection - India Jan. 1999

You love me braying all night
While the neighbors complain and threaten to throw me out. 
In the morning you beat the shit out of me
With hooves and teeth and donkey ears
Judgments and condemnations and rejection
O my love-starved heart just seek company of the quiet
Companions of the Friend
And leave donkey love to donkeys.

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Flowers on the Fence

©June 2001 by Karen Lynn Sterkin

Women in the East make a place for a feast
Not afraid to dance, sing, and celebrate
Honor her beauty -- her art appreciate
Tho’ envy may lie in her breast,
If you love she’ll still give you her best.
To the poor, death comes from poverty
In the East women compete intensely
For education, land, jobs, money.

Western women lack this intelligence
No street-wise practical common sense.
Controlling, nosey, dominating, joyless
Busybody gossiping, manageress
They make hell out of heaven on earth
For no reason but fear of mirth.

Started with my mother
Killed my precious brother.
They told her she’d no talent!
Without recourse to lament
Or self-esteem to despise,
She bought their lies,
And made hell out of paradise.

In fighting for my privacy and border
I won the battle but lost the war
The contractor says it’ll hold no more!
What kind of fence can’t hold flowers?
Robbing me of precious life hours
For songs and rhyme,
Wasting my priceless time!

I need a peaceful place; I need beauty and grace
I need total privacy from this invasive envy
That robs the earth of all glee.
Western women get so huffy
When they’re afraid to be free.
How can God manifest
Love, beauty, and harmony
Among women in the West?

God gave her a new home with a lovely garden.
She said she loves her flowers -- hence
Why rob me the healing beauty of my flowers?
For my privacy, joy, and peace --
For some idiot contractor’s useless, senseless fence!

Is this all we have to show for the decades
Women fought for equality and freedom?
Was women’s liberation just to enslave another?

What about peace on earth - make others happy?
This jealous rage over the flowers on my fence!
Did women’s liberation breed this arrogance?
Such self-important officiousness
without any reasoning common sense?
This invasive nosey, busybody gracelessness?
The flowers on my fence have more beauty and intelligence!

Western women lack common sense.
Why God can’t I grow flowers (anymore) on my fence!

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Inheritance

©March 2002 by Karen Lynn Sterkin

Falsely accused by a sister,
Betrayed by a step-mother,
Judged by an aunt
Condemned by a mother
For an inheritance.
Hard-earned by a weak father
Refused to fight for his eldest daughter
So his money went to the ex-wife and younger daughter.

The rest went to his second wife
and his youngest sister.
Why? When God’s creation is filled with abundance?
Is there betrayal and battle for a stolen inheritance?

Some say it is our Negative Scenarios
or just bad karma
Others teach about the New Energy
How without an agenda
To find within our own Divinity.

Their faces swirl in front me
In my tear streaming eyes
On the long drive to Pt. Reyes.
Words exchanged rattle repeatedly
In my head aching severely.

Where’s the joy that comes with family on earth
The sweetness of a baby in human birth?
The innocence of children fighting for attention and self-worth
In such a love-starved family hearth?

People accuse and blame
Throw around anger’s flame
But why in God’s name
Is there so much hatred, grief, and shame
Over a family’s inheritance?

An inheritance is a gift of Love
From God’s eternal treasure trove.
To pass down a gift from heart to heart
Each generation’s legacy to impart
A way to Love for those kept apart.

I am weeping for sins I have never committed;
Feeling I should to an insane asylum be committed.
Weeping for the potential of joy and love missed
Through robbery and false accusation
By a sister and mother’s betrayal kissed.

What did I do “wrong” to be accused falsely?
By a disabled younger sister’s robbery
No one can rob me of my inheritance!

I ask the Divine within me
How I can forgive those who falsely accused me
For robbery – for an inheritance.
I want to know the Truth of this circumstance,
So I am not suffering without recompense!


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Money

©2001 by Karen Lynn Sterkin (from The New Humanity Collection)

O Money, you make so many enemies
Even before careful consideration
Slay more potential partners than Hercules
Without a second’s deliberation.
Wreak havoc among treasured true allies
Turn brothers into despicable ill-will spies.

The path narrows to a razor’s edge
Cuts careless hearts that bleed,
For Love thru greed or need.

In a desert you cannot drink gold or coin
Electronic banks don’t give bread or wine.
Money’s a concept we all share
For work or service offered at this faire.

What’s wealth and prosperity?
Self-esteem measured by how much?
Rather than how well the Singer can touch
Love, beauty and harmony?

True abundance is the freedom and talent
to sing one’s best to God – in joy
In whatever form one’s led
By passion, attraction, or glee.

The discriminating seek refinement and intricacy (delicacy)
The passionate want rhythm in the dance
True wealth comes from God’s intimacy
O Karen, seek His pleasure only In this Divine Romance.

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Two Saris1

©May by 2001 by Karen Lynn Sterkin
(from The New Humanity Collection)

She stands straight and proud
Gleaming like a new fishing rod,
A jug of water on her head,
A child on one svelte hip,
And a village song on her lip.

God’s sister Mani2 says “Two saris,”
Looking at her nodding
One’s for work in the fields
The other’s for festivals or a wedding.

So many shopping malls we have in the West
But ladies can’t find anything to wear to look their best.
On our daily commutes – do we still sing songs to God?

At the well, long ago he tossed a stone and her jug broke
Water splashing all over her bright gulabi sari
Squealing in protest she loudly scolded the bloke
But secretly in her breast, her heart soared in ecstasy.

The millet and sugar cane fields may hide a cobra
But we eat cows in stress, Big Macs watching Oprah,
With less nourishment, more danger and no joy.

They arranged her marriage (later) to that same boy
She fell in love with when she was only seven.
Then he went to America for his education.
But he came back to fetch her for his wife.
She’d told no one she’d loved him all her life.
And they brought to my country this bit of village life.

Now he re-routes routers in the Information Age.
With all of our websites and programming language
We still can’t communicate; “we’re all natives here.3
From heart to heart and eye to eye is SO much faster,
Than the fastest router, huge bandwidth, and a good webmaster.
Does anyone remember computers were going to bring more leisure?
Instead of The Terminator and Darth Vadar’s nightmare?
Where 90% on earth go to bed hungry and scared.
How to let women choose not to have to give birth
Over-population, pollution, keeping helpless animals encaged,
To feed the unwanted children who grow up violent, wildly enraged.

In this Kali Yuga Age of chaos and strife
Can we import these “two saris” into our life?
Make technology heart’s hand-maiden
And bring down on earth the Garden of Eden?

When I go on Pilgrimage to Meher’s Samadhi4
I take my old clothes – I’m too tall for a sari
And there’s no closet room for “things” up there.
But I’ve more in common with village women
Gossiping at the well – than my sisters here
Nagging me all the time to go shopping with them.
I hate noise, traffic, shopping, and commotion
My soul longs for the peace of those days by the well
In a bright cotton sari before the blazing sun.
Love’s glance is all I’ve ever known of heaven and hell.

Dear God, is there still time to import these 2 saris
To bring Your Songs of Love and Peace on earth?

1 Written for those who’ve come to my country with these 2 saris in their hearts.
2 Mani S. Irani was Avatar Meher Baba’s sister and served Him faithfully all her life. She was also a consummate musician who played several instruments (violin and sitar) and entertained her God-brother and His family.
3  “Natives” by Paul Doran (Bal Music) from The Rankin Family’s Endless Seasons CD.
4 Avatar Meher Baba’s Tomb is 17 kilometers outside of Ahmednagar (near Arangaon Village) in the state of Maharashtra, India.

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Ruby Raine

©May 2001 by Karen Lynn Sterkin

Ruby Raine, the gem lady, swallowed a blood orange sunrise,
And now the sparkles shoot out of her sapphire eyes.
‘though our worst enemy in disguise
My friend Shweta can sympathize
Nothing flips the heart in one’s breast
With so delightful a surprise
As another singer’s “wah wah” to our best.

When we go a battling like two cubs in the lair,
It’s only in preparation for the greater war “out there.”

Our separate roles – each with our own dharma for the King.
My destiny is for world peace and my songs this fate must release
Under the Divine Mother’s protection so I can safely sing.
But only the Queen of Heaven knows what Raine’s songs will bring.

(For Raine Eastman-Gannett)


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Brother Jamie

©May 2001 by Karen Lynn Sterkin

Brother Jamie is so cool,
He’s a singer and Baba’s jewel,
A generous soul loose and easy,
A warm summer day buzzing and hazy.
Brings joy to those in sorrow,
Doesn’t think much about tomorrow.

In green still pastures from another time,
He serenades the kingsmen when they need some wine.
Never jealous, doesn’t backbite,
Would rather have a beer than drink spite.

If more men looked for their “manhood” in this way
We’d have heaven on earth and peace songs all day. 

(For Jamie Newell)


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Grateful for Support

©May 2001 by Karen Lynn Sterkin

Nobody ever asked God or offered to support me before
In my ambitious dreams and artistic ardour
Before you came into my life
And now you’ve got another wife!

In vain attempts I’d cried, before our King.
Strenuously fought the battles to sing
My songs of Love and Peace
Til you came and made me the space – a treatise
For my songs in His glorious dream.

How can one soul ever thank another
For the support to make one’s dream come true?
One can at best be a good mother or a brother.

Once in a while we get lucky and just a few
Help make the impossible dream come true.

There’ve been some kind enough not to scoff,
But no one every prayed to God to help me pull it off!

Today you play your drums while I sing my Peace songs,
In Egypt long ago you also played your drum
As I twirled in singing passion
 When I danced my love dance.
Ah my dear what a sweet dream, what a wild romance.

Tired, rejected back up on the shore,
I thought love hopeless and not anymore.
When the Master of Love and Song
Glanced at me sidelong,
And called for (an) another encore.

(For Swapan Chaudhuri)


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Believe in Your Dreams

©May 2001 by Karen Lynn Sterkin

I fell in love and for 17 years I was stuck, obsessed
With a man who could not have cared less!
Til you showed me “Oh, it’s just a cord”
From my own or his manipulation – oh Lord!
So many years of delusion wasted in vain,
When five minutes with you cut me loose again.

How can one soul ever thank another
For the support and love not given by a mother?

Those with hard childhoods often play with seduction,
To avoid releasing the binding cause of deception.
Nobody wants to walk through the pain and fear -
How kind of God to bring wise souls like you here!

“Believe in your dreams,” you cheer others on
And for Mohammed, you move the mountain.
God knows what worlds of ecstasy and desire,
Your good-will and faith encourage and inspire.

Spiritual lessons I needed to review,
I thought I was editing your book,
But the Lord of the Universe sent me to you
For a much closer look.

I thought I was just editing a spiritual path book,
But Meher Baba sent me for a closer look!

(for Golden Sha in Colorado)


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Beautiful Brother Muse

©May 2001 by Karen Lynn Sterkin

Beautiful Brother Muse – what a ruse!
Your golden beauty and gentle, clever wit
Held me captive for a bit.
Gave me my seafaring legs with oars,
For more arduous chores beyond these shores.

Life Hafiz’ beautiful muse
That pretty young girl enchanted him too.

God gave you great beauty, a beguiling disguise
To awaken me to the beauty in my own eyes.

(For Terry Curtis)


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Jealousy

©May 2001 by Karen Lynn Sterkin
The New Humanity Collection - India Dec. 1998

1)    Jealousy’s an old hag sittin’ by the road pointing
To a bend on the path for our (own) sanskaric unveiling.
Don’t bother to greet this hag,
Poverty of heart’s in her bag
Pay the price; so Meher grants
What you covet in your brother.
If He ups the ante, pay quickly
He’ll give what you envy in another.

Chorus:      No need for jealousy’s hold
            (Baba) He gives as much as we can hold.
            For the Beloved is most generous
            And wants to see us joyous;

2)    If you want to be happy
at least don’t make others unhappy
The Beloved knows more than we do
who to invite and who’s to stay.
It’s not our job to judge and disobey,
Or make each other sick on the way. (Chorus)

3)   The doctor gives each a unique medicine,
Each disease requires a different prescription. (Instrumental)
If you serve without love and gratitude,
Mind your own business is not your platitude,
Instead of goodwill and gentle care,
Then Maya is your guru, not Meher the Fair. (Chorus)

4)    Don’t judge another’s behavior; don’t criticize their art,
Enourage and cheer each other in your heart.
Meher gives what your jealousy covets,
When ya pay the price for His gifts. (Chorus)

5)    Stop spying and judging each other’s pain,
Stop driving yourself and others insane.
With good-will seek the joy of each other,
Precious wares (found) in heart’s lane,
Find in Meher what you lacked in your mother,
Or sought in your lover in vain. (Chorus)

6)    Jealousy’s an old hag sittin’ by the road pointing
To a bend on the path for our (own) sanskaric unveiling.
Pay the price; so Meher grants
What you covet in your sister.
For the Beloved is most generous
And wants to see us joyous;
Meher is most generous
And wants to see us ALL joyous!


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Want of a Wife

©June 2001 by Karen Lynn Sterkin
  India Dec. 1998

If you are lonely and need a wife
Tell Meher of your sorrow and don’t hide
Instead of attacking His lovers in (bitter) strife
Humiliating your Lord and those He has called to His side.

This hypocrisy for a woman or for coin gain
Is the business of Maya and her con-men.
You are deluded in serving Meher the Fair
If you humiliate and grieve those He calls here.

Far better a simple life on this earth
A wife, a home, in honesty and mirth
Than hypocrisy and hatred in Meher’s lane
Becoming Maya’s servant, causing grief and pain.

When a woman loves a man
He has nothing to do but honor her love.
When a woman does not love a man,
There is nothing he can do to win her love.

God inspires and ignites love in a woman’s heart,
Whether prostitute or nun, laundry woman or queen.
And no man can come between
God’s will awakening
Such a love in her heart.

You may earn it from Meher the Fair
This gift of a woman’s tender care.
But attack a woman in His home,
And you disgrace the One to whom they’ve come. 
And you disgrace the One from whom you come.


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Come to My Door

©June 2002 by Karen Lynn Sterkin

Watching by the roadway
Outside my doorway    (2x)
Waiting by the road there   For Beloved Meher
Waiting by the road here   For darling Meher

I see You coming in Your White Sadra Flowing
I see You coming in the Road in my longing
Come to my door       Come to my door.
Come to my door      Come to my door.

Do I call you my Soul?  But you are everyone’s Home –  ever more      Come to my door.

Do I call you my life?    But You are eternal – You live for ever
Do I call you my Beloved?    But You are Love itself.
Come to my door,    come to my door.


On the road, I see You coming; but no more. Come to my door.
In the road I see You waving; in my longing. Come to my door
In a mirage I see You coming; but no more. Come to my door
Beloved Meher Come to my door

Do I call you my Beloved? But you are Love ever more.   Love ever more.
On the road I see you coming; but no more. Come to my door
My home is bare only longing lives here
Come darling Meher, Come to my door.
Do I call you my Beloved? But You are love ever more. Love ever more. Come to door

I am restless everyday all the time I have no peace
I am restless Meher   no peace  -- no peace
I am restless Meher, every moment I have no peace. My heart is calling You
In the road I see You      waving my darling
My home is bare only lonving lives there
In this abode only longing, nothing more. Come to my door.

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Song of the New Energy of Earth

©June 2002 by Karen Lynn Sterkin

Listen to the Hum of Earth’s New Energy
Breathe in,  breathe IN -- Your own Divinity.
I lived the New Life for the New Humanity  I sacrifice eternally.
I came to sow the seed of Love in your hearts       The seed of Love in your hearts
Now the seeds are giving birth – to the New Humanity on Earth.
The darling Seeds of Love are giving birth
To play in the New Energy on Earth.
As the Swing of Duality ‑ accelarates alarmingly
To awaken Baba’s seed within  – Breathe IN,  Breathe IN
Breathe in ‑ your own Divinity.  Meher Baba

After the Hard Times of Reincarnation
Now is the time for joy - Involution;
Playing in the Present NOW of Ascension
Ah what a long-awaited celebration!

Meher the Most Fair made prophecy         Of a New Life and the New Humanity.
So, we thought at long last  -- we were going Home  -- But alas!
Now I see Baba’s come  to meet us!          But alas!  Home’s coming to US!
Instead Meher’s coming to meet us!  ‑ Meher Baba
Playing in the Present NOW of Ascension Ah what a long-awaited celebration!


 

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No Agenda

©June 2002 by Karen Lynn Sterkin

With  every thought, word, and act
Am I changing the Home of All that Is and ever was?
Spirit doesn’t know the outcome and God has no Agenda?
Just a Whim to know Who I am and what is Love.
Releasing and allowing without an Agenda,
Like dancing with a penguin or a giant panda.
New Age folks set such good intentions
For World Peace, Organic Farms, positive affirmations!
Dreams and goals with or without karma
The uniqueness of each soul’s dharma.
How to accept All that Is without goals, judgement or alteration?
Wow! Dreams and goals without an Agenda!

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Stay in the Expanded Now

©2003 by Karen Lynn Sterkin


Chorus: Stay in the expanded now    Lean not to port nor starward bow.
             It’s in the NOW right here            Stay in the present without fear.

1)   Breathe  in and let yourself feel                   Worry not how your body can heal
From all the past life waves                         Attract the potential that most behaves
The way you want to Be                                You can choose now to be still and free!

2)    Do what you want to do                                Be what you want to be
Accept your wholly self                                 You’re the source of your abundant wealth.

3)    The past is guilt and hate                             The future fears that suffocate
Be in the Present NOW                                Release the past and future fears somehow.

4)   The more you can allow                                Accept and honor in the Eternal NOW
The more will come to you                           The more your treasured dreams come true.

5)   Breathe, feel, attract in the NOW                 These are the magic tools that will allow
Your Divinity to come forth                           Miracles to reflect your own self-worth.
Simply breathe and accept your self           In whatever state you find your self.

6)    Don’t fret about your health                          or struggle for abundant wealth.
As you gaze upon a distant star                  breathe and feel who you really are

7)   You were that star you see                           Now it’s time to own your Divinity.
It’s in the here and now                                 Stay in the present Expanded Now.

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The Child Within

©2003 by Karen Lynn Sterkin

Chorus:
   The Child within us all came to me and said,   Get out of your head
   Be real instead
   Don’t grieve me                                        Don’t judge me harshly
   Get out of your head                                     Let’s play instead

1)   A golden, blue-sky white cloud dusk met   A purple pink streaked sunset
      Poetry in motion, like a lovesick dove        Cooing a song all day long.

2)    Don’t put me down                                 I’m not a clown
      Let’s have some fun                                 You’re always on the run.

3)   Your days speed by                                      and all you do for fun
     is eat a lot of apple pie.
     You’re always on the run                               Let’s have some fun.  (Chorus)

4)   You treat me like a pet                         You ignore until you get
      The need for affection                                Then you demand my attention.

5)    You invade my sanctuary                              Then tell me I’m bad
       Sell your soul and mine for money              Reject my play and make me sad. (Chorus)

6)   I am the source of your wealth               You don’t need to copy others in stealth.
     I can give you riches and fun                        Just accept Me and don’t run.
        Get out of your head                                       Be real instead.
         Get out of your head                                     Let’s play instead.