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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

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.


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