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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, July 30, 2014

State of Silence: Verse 19

River, cascading over ruffled rock, slick sharp and gray, spumes forth silvery wavy spouts; darkens in black pools of falls; sudden sparkles, emerging into sunlight; then, lies it still, submerging to a silence.

Tuesday, July 29, 2014

State of Silence: Verse 18

Vapor habited by ghosts is my heart; broken voices murmuring in clogged vessels filled by memories of past conversations, speaking far away and close nearby; heard in the ear, in the pounding of the blood.

Friday, July 25, 2014

State of Silence: Verse 17

Distant in the mist, hidden in shroud of fog, sits the place of shadows; sits the dead and derelict world of the tenements; for they who choose to pay rent to any master shall never own a home of their own.

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

State of Silence: Verse 16

Rain, spilled out from forced marriages of Earth and Heaven, tears of ground and sky, splashes down, washing with it the sins of yesterdays, taking with it the debts of today; leaving sudden clean streets.

Monday, July 14, 2014

State of Silence: Verse 15

Foreboding clouds, thick with rain, hover on the horizon. New thoughts in new ways are expressed in thunder so; rumblings of revolution, sparks in spikes of fire; in snare drum rolls of lightning revelation.

Friday, July 11, 2014

State of Silence: Verse 14

Deport the poor to give to the rich their place. Pay them the minimum wage to those that still remain. Starve them out so they shall leave. In their poverty of wit, such then is the privileged men's refrain. 

WILLIAM O'CONNOR

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