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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

Thursday, April 28, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 43

Only memories remain when dying to the World in the slow remembrance of the still alive; some small gesture by a child is very one, once made by some ancestor long dead now: That same move repeated.

Tuesday, April 26, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 42

World we see is what we are not what is. Avarice for acquisition stems from paranoia of existence come from fear of knowing; from being deaf to listening and hearing music in the tempo of the flow of things.

Monday, April 25, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 41

Monkey chattering in the Mind in constant argument against the Self is slowed down, is silenced, is stilled to allow Voice of within of without to become louder, to become clearer; to call itself: Poetry. 

Sunday, April 17, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 40

Their name is government, these free grazers of humanity. They batten fat on results sown by others' toils; become obese in indolence. Them self they do nothing and make sure no other can do anything.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 39

A porcelain people, easily smashed, must be handled with utmost care. It's what every politician does. Caress them with prejudice. Handle them with patriotism. Never drop them onto a hard floor of Truth.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 38

Poetry's purpose is to scribe the present so as to protect the future. What seems antique in the past is reflected in the present; is always mirrored in the future. Nothing can be forgiven in the genes of men.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 37

Culls caused by religions will murder billions. All them not of the tribes' faiths shall be condemned to slaughter. There be many many faiths. Religions' true purpose is: To make way to birth the New Man.

Saturday, April 16, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 36

These lords of finance these bankers and these brokers who bring so much ruin on our world smile with a smirking smile concealing canine teeth are ready yet again to send more men to wage rapacious war.

Thursday, April 14, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 35

That mortar shell, which exploded to inflate our universe with its shrapnel of matter, made us too. It was fired from the hostile Nation of Nothingness that claims us prisoner when we die: We're at war!

Sunday, April 10, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 34

What seems least forced makes for a better art. Effort, when concealed, confers an attitude of ease; of freedom from restraint in rules of form; of liberty from laws of rectitude in statements and expression. 

Saturday, April 9, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 33

The world has been undone by loss of memory of its past. Each generation repeats the same mistakes. Each generation suffers from the same amnesia. Again. Again. Again. Always. Same history repeated.

Friday, April 8, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 32

Reality desires always to be questioned. Existence strolls through avenues of inquiry and walks streets of doubt to find itself again. Each question makes its own answer. For reality to reveal itself, doubt it is.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 31

To live as we do now in a state of ignorance is to abjure the One that is the Self. That which we are and that which we should be, ought not be separate; should be congruent, the same, not alien to each other.

Tuesday, April 5, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 30

Never to be at peace with Death; always to fight oblivion: That's our struggle! Once life ceases; comes a blackness, coma of nothingness, so do opportunity for creativity. Nothing follows. Just our work in Life!

Sunday, April 3, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 29

They had faces then and voices too in them days. Not the grimaces and screeches one sees nowadays. Something has been lost in translation, in the transition from past to present; some higher standard.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 28

So that it could then be created: Each universe evolves its own unique deity. Ours is Energy. What we think we see and know is flux and foam and form of power; the power of both adhesion and repulsion. 

Saturday, April 2, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 27

So now here we are again in same old place we thought we left so long ago. Funny how it turned out. Nothing changed but us. Thought we're going somewhere. Turned out we're merely running in place.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 26

None of it is real. It's all a fantasy whatever it was we were brought up to believe, to honor, to respect, youthful truths that seemed so obvious then; now seeming fraudulent and frivolous, but we miss them.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 25

A lot was lost in translation. It was always made up and created by men; but had some sustenance to it, some real solace in attempt to justify, to explain, to ameliorate, travesties of life and now: It's all gone.

Friday, April 1, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 24

Bleak lights begin to shine in parks of the City now dusk has begun. But the paths are empty. They glow pale gold in lamps lit by twilight. People are afraid to come. They are afraid. Of what, they do not know.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 23

Perhaps you really do have something profound to say; something of portent, of revelation, a prediction of future event; but microphone goes dead, web site closed down; so, whatever it was, it is lost forever.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 22

Reason and Logic both fuse together to form a barrier to understanding Death. We die and we die for no purpose despite vain efforts of politicians of priests and philosophers to give some meaning to our lives.


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