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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 29, 2017

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 150

If you're lucky enough
To be able to do anything
That's new, that's original,
That's unique; something
Only you could do; then,
Well, you're lucky enough.
And. If you can do it well,
That's all for the better.
Whether done good, or
Done badly, don't matter.
Just the doing is sufficient. 

Tuesday, March 28, 2017

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 149

You've become your own instrument
When you're a poet. You became your
Own conductor of your own symphony
Of words, holding aloft baton of syntax,
Beating time in a measured verse; and,
Then, reciting new shouts at the world.
Few can know this power.

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 148

The function of mankind is:
To create. To make.
To produce. To do.
Not be partisan in politics;
Not die for some ideology,
Invented by the politicians. 
We got our crafts to pursue.
We walk on our own paths.
The smart thing to do, by this
World's wisdom was never
The right thing to do. So.
We'll go our own ways.

Friday, March 24, 2017

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 147

There's a joy in beauty.
It's got nothing to do with truth,
Since facts are asymmetric; never balanced.
It's got nothing to do with ethics or morality, 
With right, with wrong, or with anything else
Society or State might hold dear; might believe;
Might value, nor what may be judged important.
It just is. So. Then: Yes. Fine. It's good enough!

Wednesday, March 22, 2017

Blue Sun Series: Confluence: Verse 146

Each of us is creator;
Is maker, by our own right;
By a god made by us residing
In our own head, resulting
From our own study. Not one
Demanding a subservience,
Or for a slavish supplication.
Our obligation is to seek
For who we are and to be
What we are. Our Quest is
Where it takes us. That's
The adventure of life; in
A finding for our destiny.


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