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WAY OF THE SEVEN STARS


Response To That Final Question:

Ignorance is the Bane of Man.
At a distance removed,
Dimly remembered, and
Still not seen distinct,
But yet somehow felt;
What we do sense
Is not reality; is not the Real Thing.
This World is hologram.
Then; for lucid sleep;
For it's just a dream
Within another dream
And we are not awake.

Seven Stars' Song of Revelation

Ignorance is a jail where no escape
Is possible but through knowledge.
Don't fear nor spurn. Dare to learn:

Assent to and accept this world as it is
Before attempting ascent to any world
Aspired to or wished for. Life's glorious!

That That Is can be known but by few.
Not space, not time, not gravity exists;
But as Extension from Field of Thought.

Be subject to neither church nor crown.

Dread naught. Disdain none: Not One!
Absent That That Is, there's Nothing.

That That Is, IS. That That's Not, IS, too.
That That's Not makes That That Is: IS.
That That Is makes That That's Not BE.

By rowing to That That Is, I become "I."
Wind + Water = Wave. As THOUGHT is
The Heart and The Nave of The Wheel.

Worlds are created from Thought alone.
That which we will do is because of that
What we are. We'll become who we are.

Charity, courtesy, civility, compassion,
Are cardinal spokes making civilization;
Chivalry forms center, hub's circle core.

IS is! Be not the slave of some other's I.
This, Creed of our Seven Stars Society;
This, The Teaching of the Seven Stars:

No man can be happy if he should choose
To be exile from his own nature and soul.
ALL IS THOUGHT ILLUMINATING BEING

Precognitive Prescient Prophetic Poetry by WILLIAM O'CONNOR

Sunday, February 28, 2010

Dawn

Slow and slow a gradual music grows.
Blades of leaves lean towards their sun.
Dew melts in sadness for its lost moon.
Morning.

Friday, February 26, 2010

Wrath

Savage is the heart of man and savage too his temper.
Cold to the bone is the anger that steels his head;
The hatred that sweeps him on to the whirlpool
Of revenge.

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Regret

Many a smile hides a tear.


Night winds blow and the
Moon's glow grows cold
In the dim light of memory.


That which was said can't
Be unsaid.  That which was
Spoken cannot be took back.


The trees of discourse have
Shook their branches and 
Freed themselves of leaves.


A silence has descended;
A long sleep deep and sad.
A snow has covered hope.


And many a smile hides a tear.

Monday, February 22, 2010

Voice

To touch at a distance
Is the invention; the magic
Of language.

That which we cannot see
We can imagine.

And though we die,
We die knowing that
Those long after us

Can still be touched;
Can still be embraced
By our inscribed words.

This we invented: we poets
And it is our lasting glory.

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Clerisy

These that are clad in black
Are the slavers of men's souls.

The minds of men are fortresses
Whose secrets are solely unlocked
By keys of knowledge and of power.

Both of which those in black lack
As they gave reason and emotion
To servitude of non-existent gods.

For only through study of Nature
Can such forced entry be achieved.

Friday, February 12, 2010

Dominion

There is dominion in nature
Which man seeks to diminish.

A scepter is hidden in evolution
And only a revolution can take it.

Who shall conquer then?  Who shall win
This war for dominance?  This great revolt?

Rebels to the last are we, and it's in our dying
A new and better race of men shall come to be.

Thursday, February 4, 2010

Rowing to God

I am I.

And what I am is who I am;
Not another's avatar or fantasy; but me.

The world survives without any knowledge of me
And I survive with little knowledge of it.

Were it to know me, the world would have advantage over me.
But it does not know my name and it shall never will; for

I am I.

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Empire

Gone to rot.


Lost cities; lost nations; the flags
Of thousands of forgotten states
All gone now.  Gone.


Ripped by time; frayed by lust to conquer;
To impose their will upon the soverign peoples
Of this Earth:  To make


An Empire.


In its making was its dissolution,
In its ascendancy was its descent;
So was it won and in its winning was it lost:


America.

WILLIAM O'CONNOR

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