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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, October 29, 2014

Quaking Aspens: Verse 33

Voyager sail on. Canvass of space is pushed by light; is propelled by fire of consciousness; is piloted by compass of compassion. Significance is shown in signature of every star to give passport to the future.

Quaking Aspens: Verse 32

Peeled paint, scratched, splintered, stretches a wooden window-sill; the panes in the old frame, four in all, beveled, bent, give individual view; each reflects its own disfigurement, and none of them are true.

Monday, October 27, 2014

Quaking Aspens: Verse 31

Remover and destroyer, acetone peroxide bomb, detonating blank white actinic light, exploding great shroud of destruction, a legacy destitution of life; perfidious bond: religion and ignorance of zealotry.

Friday, October 24, 2014

Quaking Aspens: Verse 30

In the rising ground of age, when the sea of youth and plenty slams against the cape of maturity, onto cliffs of destitution, the surge of necessity strains nuance from life; leaves lees of hunger, desperation. 

Quaking Aspens: Verse 29

Mask of a perfect day in the park: mauve clouds billowing blue beneath, a starry nation of rose mallow soft-swaying in wind; balm for troubled mind; for heavy bonded soul and heart, stranded here below.

Thursday, October 23, 2014

Quaking Aspens: Verse 28

Sprays of over arching thick ferns spanning spare distance, sides sloping high green walls of canopy on dirt brown thin narrow deer path between: Wilderness track stay closed; keep secret from spying eyes. 

Wednesday, October 22, 2014

Quaking Aspens: Verse 27

The last light of day fires upon a lone larch tree; kindles it in an orange crimson hue to make it bleed in bright against the stark dark green stand of spruce, only to gradually subside down to twilights of blue.

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Quaking Aspens: Verse 26

Light rain falling, in a refugee drizzle deported from the sea, wind whipped, transported from some mysterious fairer land, blows north; bringing hard harbinger warning of northwester coming down.

Monday, October 20, 2014

Quaking Aspens: Verse 25

Opening eyes in some morning rise; waking into some yellow dawn to a soft lush tranquility purged of anxiety of dream; waking into halo of stretching limb that precedes and foretells sunshine in the Mind. 

Thursday, October 16, 2014

Quaking Aspens: Verse 24

Fascination amplified by proximity to fear, by a close nearness to anxiety of oblivion, to nothingness, to that blank space that occurs at death, to razor's edge of life; stimulates and forces balance of maturity.

Quaking Aspens: Verse 23

Much of life consists of staying out of the rain. Learn all you can about all you can from whom you can; but beware the foolish ideologies of states, faiths and creeds for they'll fall as acid upon your very soul.

Monday, October 13, 2014

Quaking Aspens: Verse 22

A great crack in the world, a separation of continents, an ever deepening chasm, divides mankind; the orthodox evangelical from the rational liberal, and that crack is growing ever wider and is lengthening.

Quaking Aspens: Verse 21

Slogans dipped in blood, many times mistaken and many times misused, the long shadow of a flag or of a banner serves as a guide-on, serves as justification for invasion, for occupation; excuse for holocaust.

Quaking Aspens: Verse 20:

The rusty cage of democracy has been broken into; it's old lock of diplomacy shattered, and the tiger of ideology is let loose. In the silence of apathy, hear its snarl and its slurp: The teeth of anarchy devours.

Sunday, October 12, 2014

Quaking Aspens: Verse 19

A plaintive pattern fashioned by a universal prayer; an aspiration greatly to be desired, that the fangs and horns of prejudice and betrayal can't prevent nor the smirk of slow acceptance hesitate, is peace. 

Saturday, October 11, 2014

Quaking Aspens: Verse 18

Sparring words, wounding words, evoke and spawn an age of darkness of the heart; cause a closing of vessels of compassion; cause shutting arteries of empathy; cause the squeezing of sympathy from life.

Friday, October 10, 2014

Quaking Aspens: Verse 17:

The universe thinks in perceptions not things; the laws perceived are the rules applied to this World's evolution: We make reality up as we go along and, as we are; so shall the World be and shall become.

Wednesday, October 8, 2014

Quaking Aspens: Verse 16

Getting tired of being me. Blood-red moon rising in the East. There's a monsoon coming, a dark deluge and if I'm still as I am now, I won't make it. Neither will you. It's been coming on for a long time now.

Monday, October 6, 2014

Quaking Aspens: Verse 15

Too much too soon makes for so much pain; makes for an attachment, for severance that robs identity: Glass houses that we live in; glass houses that we die in; glass houses stand as sentinel to censure us.

Sunday, October 5, 2014

Quaking Aspens: Verse 14

Reverberations of folly, blindly followed time and time again, the sharp-short bugle calls to march in step, to serve, to sacrifice, sound out in endless repetition; sounds in loud echo taps for endless war.

Saturday, October 4, 2014

Quaking Aspens: Verse 13

Though still defiant, though still opposed, though still opposite in opinion and belief, beauty is forgiven everything. Comes at last too fast the ending for this life; but though the singer dies, the song lives on.

Friday, October 3, 2014

Quaking Aspens: Verse 12

Basement dingy, a subterranean apartment hidden concealed below the stairs; it's theory is excused by economists' exercises: Slavery is essential to capitalism; always been so, it's its sole justification.

Thursday, October 2, 2014

Quaking Aspens: Verse 11

Arrest the sorrows of memories and the guilts of regrets. From convergence comes an emergence unstoppable. Escape license. Escape tyranny. You are meant for yesterdays and not just for today.

Quaking Aspens: Verse 10

There's revelation in concealment; solution in silver clouds smoothly passing across pale face of gold moon; in scent of night-blooming jasmine responding to that transit opening in spawning celebration.

WILLIAM O'CONNOR

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