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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

Thursday, August 29, 2013

The Shades of Space: Verse 1

In deformed dimension, silenced by their grayed bones the shades of space, these long dead are being feasted upon in the ever remorseless, in the forever, unforgiving; in the haunted memory, of the living.

Friday, August 23, 2013

A Treason of Images: Verse 30

Infinitely delayed, with no chance of a departure yet, just stuck here forever, without a reprieve, no leaving and no hoping of it; spiked shadows of jet air-liners spear into sky absent of any passengers.

Friday, August 16, 2013

A Treason of Images: Verse 29

A special madness, whole, entire, consuming, is my love. It is making for a present splendor, for a spectacular Now; secure indifferent and safe immune to the ravages and the passages of Time.

Thursday, August 15, 2013

A Treason of Images: Verse 28

Sure wasn't we didn't know, we knew it all the time; that chandelier of light; that gold coin high rung in hung lantern of the night: The Moon; contacted us in symbol and in chant, gave clear warning: Beware!

Sunday, August 4, 2013

A Teason of Images: Verse 27

A zest for life denied: An inscription of death incised in decaying stone are scriptures, statute imposed by a despicable god; a treason of images losing forgotten freedoms from traditions of insipid religions.

WILLIAM O'CONNOR

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