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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.

Precognitive Prescient Prophetic Poetry by WILLIAM O'CONNOR

Sunday, February 21, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 16

Desperately for you,
I'm for you desperately.
There's an exclusion;
There's a separation;
A warehousing of any
Outsider; banished to
A gulag of dissidents,
Of all they who disagree.
We need each other
More than ever now. 

Saturday, February 20, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 15

As the music throbs and drum beats,
The heart mirrors in systolic response.
Here here here; now-now-now. Didn't
You know me didn't you see me didn't
You hear me? I'm among you always;
Am not ever silent!

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 14

Passed on,
The same fallacies persist
Generation, after generation;
Simplistic statement: there's
Some purpose of it all, there
Survives some meaning;
When after all, it's only in
The living, and in the doing,
Which has an assertion in life.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 13

A flanking stage light,
Giving a blue shadow from the side,
Grants to this speaker a sinister look
As he speaks of torture, of deportation,
Of banning all news critical of the regime
As faked and false, and for that, he is given Great applause by an unknowing audience;
And all the time we just knew instinctively:
He was one of them.

Blue SunSeries: Confluence: Verse 12

This vulgar Time; this folly of days;
This inane chatter of conformity;
This stammer of complacence;
This conversation of cliches;
Media beats us down through
Concussions of prejudices,
By them, who cannot see
Significance in the World.

Friday, February 19, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 11

Bright impinging light of inspiration
Shines once again upon my head,
Directing me: Doubt everything;
Doubt nation; doubt religion;
Doubt philosophy; doubt politics;
But never doubt you, yourself.

Wednesday, February 17, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 10

What is missed most is
The intelligence, the sharp
Smartness of it, that wit
Which now, always seems
To be lacking. Crudeness
Turns us away, to avert
Our eyes; to try to ignore
What was happening to
Wisdom. And this surreal
Vanity claims itself to be
Our Congress.

Monday, February 15, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 9

Doubt creates its own existence.
What questions itself builds itself.
If I doubt my existence; I am.
For, by denying my existence,
I then had acknowledged me.
When I doubt, I am changed;
Made real by doubting myself.

Sunday, February 14, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 8

The cleanness of cold cracks
The mirrors of our perception.
Whatever we thought as true
In summer's simmering heat
Seems fallacious, seems false,
In the close huddle of winter chill
And these fierce snapping winds
Slapping at faces of complacency. 

Wednesday, February 10, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 7

Preaching to future congregations
On the temptations of the present
Has for them no relevance. They'll
Have more existential tribulations
To contemplate. What worries us
Won't worry them. They'll have
A sufficiency of their very own.

Monday, February 8, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 6

Occupations and professions,
All the myriad ways of working
Serve to hide the ways of living.
What we do to survive, by seeking
Remuneration; by performing service, by
Slaving for a recognition of some status,
May well prove beneficial to societies;
But rarely is it a salve for our Souls.

Sunday, February 7, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 5

It didn't start with you.
It sure doesn't end with you.
It goes on and on and on,
Indifferent. Maybe you'll
Be there; maybe you won't
Be there to see it, but it will
Go on anyway. That's all you
Can ever be sure of. 

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 4

Harder to know;
Still harder more
To be able to understand;
Why the world is the way it is.
More, how did it get that way?
Doesn't make no sense at all.
Really it ought to be different;
But then, I guess so should I?

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 3

The times they were really mean then
And them times are even meaner now.
They sure ain't getting any better now
You've been traveling all alone. Just got
To keep on moving on to keep ahead of
The greater misfortune gaining on you.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 2

Whenever the State shall knock
Upon your door and will say with
A sly smile and a disarming grin:
"We are here to help and to assist
You; to serve you, to make your life
Even yet more wonderful and free."
Slam the door on them!

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 1

Bringing of the Self into Being;
To give Birth to one's own Soul,
Is constantly constrained, and is
Confined by the government, and
By the State's schooling of society.
Worse than school and state though
Are media, which for revenue, and
For rating, pander to widest market,
As well as consensus of citizenry's
Biases, to make forced compliance
For abortion of one's true identity.


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