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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
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.
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
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
Friday, November 29, 2013
Blue Moon Rising: Verse 9
Critics are a lesser breed of men than they who create. The distance kept apart from they who make deafens them; blinds them indifferent to creation. Those who judge know nothing of what it is to do.
Thursday, November 28, 2013
Blue Moon Rising: Verse 8
Silent and quiescent, mine enemy lurks within me, a cancer to my soul. It is that which sits dark inside the ark of memory, a resentment and an anger, a steady whispering of rage; stay fast against them all!
Tuesday, November 26, 2013
Blue Moon Rising: Verse 7
Scummed as they are with the grease of work, with the heavy toil of the soil, from the back-bent turn and twist of lifting shovel; the sweat of labor is their only destiny and remains the sole legacy of hope.
Monday, November 25, 2013
Blue Moon Rising: Verse 6
Fell and leaning over to a fall, the toppling marbles and obelisks of time stand neglected; stain as an erasure to fame; weather as plinths to vanished pasts, as monument to the short seasons of fashion.
Sunday, November 17, 2013
Blue Moon Rising: Verse 5
Glowing dark, staring at that sudden sound, in the twilight groan of life, at the sigh of the agony of art; spy change coming on the land to see the hidden dangers there in the shapes of barbarians advancing.
Saturday, November 16, 2013
Blue Moon Rising: Verse 4
Action in repose, stability in movement, the Sun writes the dawn in lines of yellow gold; wakes us to the sounds of speech of birds in the blue mornings, to brief fervent hymns to life, to chirping melody.
Wednesday, November 13, 2013
Blue Moon Rising: Verse 3
Scavengers for both food and wit, the poor each day share same risk for starvation of sustenance, for a scrounging for the knowledge of surviving; the courage to live is found in cottages and not in chateaux.
Tuesday, November 12, 2013
Blue Moon Rising: Verse 2
Scripts of deceit, the black speech of hate spews forth from the caves of the mouths of politicians; the stinking vomit from diseased brains, seeking power through lies, through their contumacy of banality.
Wednesday, November 6, 2013
Blue Moon Rising: Verse 1
Hidden behind sage cloud, a blue moon rising high sighs soft radiance in the streaming shadow of an ambient light; bright effulgence contained in the very vanished thing still there, disguised from sight.
Saturday, November 2, 2013
The Shades of Space: Verse 30
Still the blood my tempestuous heart. Slow the drum beat of my soul. Our knowledge of our ignorance extends only so far as the outer limits of reason; beyond that outside the gate, lies mystery and magic.
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