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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

Tuesday, September 27, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 121

Leaning there, the keel and the spine of you leaning always close and against the wind; not yielding, not swaying; just staying on course, to what, to where, who knows, who cares. It's the sailing that matters.

Thursday, September 22, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 120

Running river and wild woods grant far more solace and far greater salvation to any spirit to any psyche than do all philosophy and all religion. Protect them. Savor them. They're your real faith for deliverance.

Wednesday, September 21, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 119

I've declared an armistice with myself, a temporary cease-fire, and in this truce and in that pause, I hope to find myself; wounded yes but still alive, still able to carry forward, into what, I do not know.

Friday, September 16, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 118

My country is me not some state outside of me. I swear allegiance to no party, no cause, no country; but my own creation. My nation is myself and I carry my nation in my own mind and in my own heart. 

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 117

We bend to follow the Moon and not towards the Sun as do all of those drone heliotropic plants. We are the moon's flowers, not the sun's flowers and we are walkers of the nights. We're shadows among you.

Tuesday, September 13, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 116

Salvation comes from creation. We all have got deities in our heads and they should be listened to, and should be argued with; as best criticism comes from inside oneself and every voice we hear is different.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 115

Full moon tonight and the nightwalkers are out in streets filled with amber glow of streetlamps rivaling moon's own gold glow in casting double shadows on the pavements, in shades of turquoise and violets. 

Thursday, September 8, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 114

Dumb all the way inarticulate of expression that you really wanted to say, you're unable to say; for your nation made you tongue-tied. Rage within you is a great rage, and it shall be expressed by a revolution.

Thursday, September 1, 2016

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 113

If you want to challenge authority or you wish to change the world, you better learn to sleep with your boots on. They're coming for you and they won't be giving you advance warning. So: Be a light sleeper.


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