posted on March 13, 2016 at 12:18 pm
uriel nice

uriel nice

we imagine the long excruciating journey

by cart by horse by ship by foot

trudging in the dust of a caravanserai

the cold dawn and the empty coast

in a sky much younger than ours a reflection a mirage

to find purpose within the desert night and find something to eat

premonition indistinguishable from memory then

from now on each step is cautious and light

the whispering sands the murmuring stones

the grunting stunted trees

because the boy can hear the voices of everything

and all things do cry out to him

and the moon pulses through closed eyelids

bringing its usual pale nightmares outlined in the faintest pink glow

the twisted old devil man why cant he leave me alone..?

stumble ahead into storms on the red sea and on white mountains

snow swirling and slowly whirling now youre hypnotised and lost

at night we camped by the lotus pools and lagoons of some dead sultan

the fruit was delicious and easily plucked from the deserted orchards

but see the ghosts and colour them hungry

plunging into a green river filled with black crocodile

and then dislocated and dreamy in a white graveyard where you stopped and prayed

you heard one of the voices of god so clearly but then maybe it was gone

the clearest heavens remain silent it was wishful thinking

the rain and  we understand again

then the woman who took you aside in a kings great hall

and lay with you in sweet chambers of some new sin

then you knew how hard and easy life can be

when the sun rose in the sky the next day for you smiling

you felt pleased to wash it all off in parthian baths

and those who accompany you talking in pali and bengali

and the generosity of the one lord and lord buddha his incarnation

and as we begin to understand the sublimity of spirit

sacred heart of night burning on then in the indian evenings full of swans and flowers

lovely golden youth so blue against the brown water

the riddles of existence hammering and unanswerable in our dimension

the mind is conquered by the heart and the heart by the spirit

the opposite wave of love cancelling out any attack

soothing saintly eyes we imagine them filled with tears

compassion crushing down like a sorrowful gravity

feeling it inch by inch and ounce by ounce and then fathom over fathom

in the fields watching the farmers breaking their backs in long hot summer

and monsoon afternoons in the city in a kitchen

as you sat at a table drinking wine and eating a yellow dhal

with monks and lamas and priests of old gods

and you learnt that all is vibration

and you learnt to yoke yourself to the universe

and you studied the vedas and you practiced devotion

and you chanted in sanskrit and apprehended krsna and radha

and you realised love is the way

the only way

beyond indulgence beyond asceticism beyond intellect beyond power

seeking god in vibrant jungle and outlandish temple

and in the soldiers and in the merchants and in the slaves of kings

in paintings in books in word and always in song

and slowly and painstakingly

you became a rishi,  a yogi and a great magician

and your beautiful face turned towards home

as it became apparent

what you  had to do






25 Responses to “jesus in india”

  1. nina
    nina | 13 March 2016 at 1:24 pm #

    these words are so blissfully beautiful sk…
    thank you ❤️
    you are the greatest magician 🌟
    much love to you. xxx

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    Cath | 13 March 2016 at 1:46 pm #

    another painting S.K? or a series, I love Jesus in Bondi but Jesus in a sultans tent chanting and conversing with monks and lamas 🙂 yeh! love it

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    kell | 13 March 2016 at 2:47 pm #


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    Chris | 13 March 2016 at 4:16 pm #

    the work of an accomplished siddha…redolent of a perfumed summer night within the heart of in an Indian temple

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    monica | 13 March 2016 at 4:18 pm #

    amazing work.
    i love it.
    this would be a beautiful
    spoken piece, too…
    always such a pleasure to
    read your words.

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    alistair | 14 March 2016 at 4:53 am #

    the scope of this piece is bewildering – an epic journey taken in a few moments – ah love – yes

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    kell | 15 March 2016 at 11:10 am #

    And he said, “All this I can do, you will do, and more.” Apparently. Why don’t they quote that in all the churches? (lol) Around the time you wrote this I was reading in a magnificent book entitled “The Dream of the Cosmos” by Anne Baring, about the Essene Gospel of Peace. To quote from Anne: “The poetic style of the translator brings to vivid life the exquisitely beautiful words of Jesus & the Elders of the Essene Brotherhood. Some of the chapters are titled: The Essene Communions. The Sevenfold Peace. The Holy Streams of Life, Light & Sound. The Gift of the Humble Grass.” I’m going to find this book if I can. (Hey no need to publish this on the blog, ok, unless u feel to). Cheers

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    Ingrid | 16 March 2016 at 2:45 pm #

    I just saw the Kilbey / Kennedy Rehearsal, it put a smile on my face. Thanks for sharing it. Filmed nice too!

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    cheryl | 16 March 2016 at 5:19 pm #

    Love this. comfort console open mind compassionate heart

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    Eskaedor | 16 March 2016 at 6:36 pm #

    Behold, orphaned weapon. A wave to the purist.
    Thin pressed on a chest. A calculator.
    How tall is Paul, when his head began to crawl?
    Clawing, held fast. Water water everywhere.

  11. etta
    etta | 16 March 2016 at 7:14 pm #

    Not the same
    As escentric
    I wonder about appetite
    About wonder
    I chomp through tromp
    D’oil seaweed
    Atte i was ere i saw


  12. kevinbreton
    kevinbreton | 19 March 2016 at 2:51 am #

    “that nasty old devil why wont he leave me alone?” so true for me Mr Kilbey. but we got the cross, something he will never understand, will he? your prose over all these years what a blessing Mr K the twists and turns of your words. words from lost encyclopedias spin out of your pen i love it and i always have. my grandpa wrote his Phd on a french encyclopedia called diderot or something lol Bless him.
    “the flying trapeze that scared you in the dark. always scratching at the door to the unknown room where the piano keeps on playing annoying you slightly, but not enough to say “stop piano, must you play no more!” and hence it played no more.” much love ~Kev

  13. kevinbreton
    kevinbreton | 20 March 2016 at 9:58 am #


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    Lady Di | 24 March 2016 at 2:29 pm #

    Happy Easter SK.

    Hope the Easter Bunny is especially generous. Have a nice relaxing time in the sun and surf.

    Love Di

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    andy | 27 March 2016 at 4:07 am #

    not too much of that mystical ancient draught this easter weekend eh steve!
    big love to you and all you know ‘n love too……

    speed of the stars for the masses!

  16. etta
    etta | 27 March 2016 at 9:45 am #

    Jangle shells allelieu merry Easter sunday, sk, peace be to you!

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    stretchrunner | 28 March 2016 at 10:04 am #

    Wow, 2 yrs in a row …can’t thank you guys ENUF!, appreciate the hard work,the time you sacrifice from your families the “Grind” of touring..i hope people appreciate you as much as I do…THANX!

  18. kevinbreton
    kevinbreton | 30 March 2016 at 11:38 am #

    Dear Mr Kilbey!! how do i put it? one day i didnt have a rickenbacker 660/12 string and then one day i do….. i was playing like “electric lash” kind of thing and holy …..? cow? it sounds like Marty Willson-Piper. Rickenbacker A+++ then i got this vox remake wyman bass (never was a fan of the stones though) and it can get slappy if it needs to. i love those bendy lines you have in like “tear it all away” and others. and a hi hat, and snare with suede on it (really takes that tom tone out of the drum to not annoy the neighbors.) just thought id share all this wild stuff in my musical atmosphere. then i ordered a copy of “magnetic fields” cant wait til that comes lol and the best of Steve Kilbey has been in my auto stereo! God Bless your life and inspirations Monsieur Kilbey Sincerely Kevin

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