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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

Friday, August 29, 2014

State of Silence: Verse 30

We are but toys for Destiny; sailors on Fortune's ships. Our blood beats the finished story of our lives. In expectation of delight, beg early parole; for a reprieve. In turbulence and struggle, Fate sails us on.

State of Silence: Verse 29

The meek are not remembered. Genius is at war against common culture and lazy compromise. Be wild in ambition. Be savage in intention. Be berserk. Be barbarian. Temperance doesn't make for greatness.

State of Silence: Verse 28

Every age teaches for its very own madness, for its own unique psychosis, for its own peculiar lunacy; for we are born to be schooled, to be educated, to be so shaped as to become martyrs for our cultures.

State of Silence: Verse 27

Discrete and digital, blink by blink, breath by breath, reality hovers in and escapes out from existence; for that which is not is canvass for all that which is, for all that which was and for all that which will be.

Thursday, August 28, 2014

State of Silence: Verse 26

Funny that way, every day in every way, the expecting heart stumbles to broken promises, to dreams tripped by daily drudgery of work and obligation; yet keeps on beating, keeps on hoping for tomorrow.

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

State of Silence: Verse 25

Stay angry! Break the chains of conformity. It's a diesel rain we smell coming in the air, stench of our gasoline future, kindled by fires of faith; ignited by mullahs knowing nothing of what is, what will be. 

Friday, August 22, 2014

State of Silence: Verse 24

In the silence of the twilight, in that brief violet hour that comes right before the still calm of the night, lean in to hear quiet dark. Listen to that purple blush that follows sunset: astonishment at loss of sight.

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

State of Silence: Verse 23

Suss-ration of leaves speaking in whispers, quaking aspens inconsolable, protest in green tears, shake in irresolute winds, surprised in anguish, unable to express themselves in any other way; quietly sway.

Tuesday, August 19, 2014

State of Silence: Verse 22

Grim fragments of remembrance, sepia photos before The War faded now and creased; sad mementos for causes lost forever, haunt yet in dusty portfolios hidden in hope-chests in attics and in basements.  

Friday, August 15, 2014

State of Silence: Verse 21

The World has went astray some-when, and we're lost within its wilderness; for this Earth has become overgrown in weeds, dank masses of The Dark, a gray desert where nothing can grow but a rooted evil.

Friday, August 8, 2014

State of Silence: Verse 20

A stutter in thought is accompanied by a hesitation in action so yet still another opportunity is missed; another chance of change is gone and we're condemned to live, complacent, in our same old routines.

WILLIAM O'CONNOR

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