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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

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Flames

Pearl light peeks from backs of pink-flamed clouds.
Spindling rays, spewing forth from the setting sun
Meet flames from new suns, heated in burnt cities
Of the Earth; a roast-red angry answer of all flesh.


It begins this way and so it ends this way: unspoken;
The space of its stasis struck sideways, spirit leveled
Inside light and shadow. The World stuck suspended,
The soundless silence sighing, between lips and teeth.


States ought do and act better than the meanness
Of their peoples, of their smallest base depravities,
And not give stupidity reward by acknowledgment;
As stone silence is sufficient enough for ignorance.

Worth

One's worth is determined by the quality
Of one's enemies.  Meek and weak may
Have no foes, but have no honor either. 


Be rest assured:  Genius, when left alone
Shall grow, shall thrive.  The interference
of governments and of temples are soon
brushed aside; burned away by the dual
Suns of intelligence and by its companion:


Creation. 

Sunday, May 23, 2010

Earth

Drums of war when beaten so loud; so hard
Grounds reason down in the drowning song: 
All that lives dies and Life itself shall die too,
For that that's now will be as nothing soon.


The stupid and the sleazy obey the dictates
Of religion, while the wise and the just only
The stirrings and desires of their own good
Hearts:  Earth hangs in a balance between.

Thursday, May 6, 2010

Summer

An astonishment is Man; what a wonder is he;
A compendium of confusion; a contradiction
Even to himself.  There's an argument that's
Contained within his every conflicting boast:
Rejection of that beast so center to our nature.


In Spring, Summer is a story waiting to be told.
The weeping cherry tree bursts with pink buds.
The death beat of winter's song is transformed.
Float away then those heavy cares of yesterday.
Bees of summer buzz at butterflies on the wing.

WILLIAM O'CONNOR

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