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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, September 28, 2013
The Shades of Apace: Verse 13
If the heart has its own reasons that the head could never understand, division of heart from head; dream the dreams of sorrow, for this calamity, for this disturbance, caused by this cruel difference.
Wednesday, September 25, 2013
The Shades of Space: Verse 12
A ghostly grimace hovers over the mean cruel people who reside in this mean coastal town where the steamy dark waters drown future reprieve in sounds of waves splashing and groaning in melancholy.
Sunday, September 22, 2013
The Shades of Space: Verse 11
Reluctant rough rolling river, driving, spits spuming, coughs downwards, spasms, runs out to the sea. Government of gravity dictates flow, imposes an ideology of rapids, of falls, to an ocean of dissolution.
Friday, September 20, 2013
The Shades of Space: Verse 10
A lingering gleam, despite the declining and despite the losing of the light, yet shines but nothing else remains; the closing sight dims, becomes still fainter, finally fading away it leaves, it has disappeared.
Thursday, September 19, 2013
The Shades of Space: Verse 9
With a shrug of shoulders, silence a rented love; good for a short marriage only, a test drive of lust till divorce, its tank of empathy empty, just vapors left, the mileage for affection used, paid for and done.
Wednesday, September 18, 2013
The Shades of Space: Verse 8
Descend into those dark crannies down inside the deep cave of your unconscious: Revolve right around and reverse your back, and so in courage; Turn to Face the Bear that has always been your hidden Self.
Saturday, September 14, 2013
The Shades of Space: Verse 7
When driving down the gloomy highway that's life and looking on the way for an all-night diner, and good black coffee in a gaudy place of light, safe, clean, neat and bright; the best desert is friendship.
Wednesday, September 11, 2013
The Shades of Space: Verse 6
Pigeons on fire and people falling from towers, into perfect sky of blue, no clouds scuttling anywhere; smooth, azure, a clear untroubled heaven above, indifferent to the bleating suffering occurring below.
Tuesday, September 10, 2013
The Shades of Space: Verse 5
It has no quests; has no queries; the River simply cuts and runs; leans into them stone banks and walls to canyon its way out, absent of design to the Sea of Enlightenment; absent of desire, of all attachment.
Sunday, September 8, 2013
The Shades of Space: Verse 4
Descended beneath these blue hills, the gold Moon is full, complete, and is in a form that is of a perfect circle orb so that it's made to be one circumference pregnant with an eternity born to a separate peace.
Saturday, September 7, 2013
The Shades of Space: Verse 3
America is insane but I'm here now and I am alive; blasting green shot through with the emerald deep, holding blazing splendor, resides, rests and sleeps within every shaped blade of grass and yes, we too.
The Shades of Space: Verse 2
Down spattering, the wind is wet and warm, fused within a pale heat; a silver rain melted onto an ivory flame, soft-speckled white, dropping from cloudless sky on late Summer's day: Splash. Splash. Splash.
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