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WAY OF THE SEVEN STARS
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
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.
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
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.
ALL IS THOUGHT ILLUMINATING BEING
Precognitive Prescient Prophetic Poetry by WILLIAM O'CONNOR
Saturday, June 30, 2012
Blue Mountain Blues: Winter Solstice Section 33
In winter dawn the icicles lit by sun prism into pointed stalactites of glass, into bleed-red and bile-green; for the harsh geometry of life's sorrow is best portrayed within those brood-hard acid colors.
Thursday, June 28, 2012
Blue Mountain Blues: Winter Solstice Section 32
Interrupt to think the new. Hate your teachers. Inflation's vast imagining is beyond their zombie lives. When last have they danced? They survive but are not alive. They seek safety who should seek truth. Their lives are but a long passage into somnolence.
Tuesday, June 26, 2012
Blue Mountain Blues: Winter Solstice Section 31
The world begins in a flame. It begins in an invention of time; begins in a benignity of hope of thought: flame, time and thought, together; for they make, create and are each all the same One.
Monday, June 18, 2012
Blue Mountain Blues: Winter Solstice Section 30
In this twisted light of an early morning dawn, a vanishing of truth occurs. The dead have their lies too. Toll and toll and toll again, tales of my head upon a stake, of my torso in a graveyard, of those stories of all my trials undeserved, that serve for common complaint, as they've stated attested causes for their desperation; dissolve.
Sunday, June 17, 2012
Blue Mountain Blues: Winter Solstice Section 29
And then it falls away, falls away, chained to far hidden corners, the sugar frost of the remaining snow hides within the docket-court of a violet madness in winter's morning's shadows; and soon, soon, shall it be policed into a wet-discharge by the ever-reaching, the ever-devouring, violent clenching sun-light.
Blue Mountain Blues: Winter Solstice Section 28
Play only the black keys of life, the sharps, the flats of feeling. Leave those boring whole notes for those who walk by day. We are the night-walkers, the shadow-men who step in twilight.
Blue Mountain Blues: Winter Solstice Section 27
Drum beat down, slow dregs and drags, detritus of existence in their covered shrouds and veils, dissipate like dew in sunlight; ghosts have short life from dusk until the dawn. Midnight minds, gamblers musing on chance and luck belonging to the night-walkers of this evening planet, are entertained by moon-musics and by star-fugues, these quiet satisfactions only delivered to them on their long lonely hikes.
Friday, June 15, 2012
Blue Mountain Blues: Winter Solstice Section 26
Moved into simulation of contemplation, the sun spins out its webs of iridescence through the spider webs connecting the limbs and twigs of trees, in colored spindling triangle spines of light; stating the common reckoning of any night's small-cached prey in woods in any winter's coming dawn, as metered chords in sympathy issue cover by the sad songs of birds, faithful in their despondency that the hounds of jealousy were being again let loose.
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