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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

Wednesday, March 30, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 21

For these politicians;
For these priests of perfidy,
Whose seductions of empty grins;
Whose testimonies, state a sweet
Assurance; sing their anthems, and
Chief themes from same complaints:
Blaming their predecessors in office;
That same office they'll be condemned for
By their successors, for nothing achieved.

Tuesday, March 29, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 20

The paper gods of scriptures
Are consumed by flames; are
Scattered by winds of newer
Revelation. Only ash remains
Of the deities of parchments.
Now all are consigned to fire;
To fury, from That they came.

Monday, March 21, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 19

Needed are the fantasies told
In the many myths of man.
They hold, within themselves,
Far higher truths than does
That mere dry fact could answer.
They donate to life a journey and a
Destination, no reality can provide.

Saturday, March 19, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 18

Alibi your living with religion.
Explain it all away with Faith.
Seek for your origin and your
Destiny in cults of Art and of
Science for a logic of survival.
Seek for your redemption in
The Rituals of Mathematics,
In the Rubric of Philosophy;
In all the many mythologies;
But remember: Made by men. 

Monday, March 7, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 17

Sputtering lights of neon signs
Speak to walkers of the night:
You! You aren't welcome here.
Keep on moving on. Move on
Past snarling streets; move on
Past violent avenues, move on
Past the city's intersections of rage.
Move on! Stop. Finally, pause at last
On the muddy banks of fast flowing
Dark river.


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