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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
Friday, January 30, 2015
Turnstiles to Eternity: Verse 20
Conscience makes howls in our heads that bound on our hearing as hounds that pounce on frightened hares; calling and crying: "Belief is behavior and behavior is belief. Change. Change. Change. Or die."
Monday, January 26, 2015
Turnstiles to Eternity: Verse 19
Daubed by dun dirty grey yellow clouds, by sunlight splintered by snow fall, skies loom close in capes of cold covering ground squishing to snag feet; ready to trip, ready to bring down to a glass surface of ice.
Friday, January 23, 2015
Turnstiles to Eternity: Verse 18
Those who possess powers, seething in them to create, had best avoid hearings of stupidity of they lacking in such gifts. Fools' goals and aspirations tend dumb, insipid; so aren't worthy of the listen.
Thursday, January 22, 2015
Turnstiles to Eternity: Verse 17
Skies, salmon and crimson, gold and red hued; heavens make their own statements in late afternoon in refutation to cold theology of purpose and cause. They are. They're what they are and they're beautiful.
Turnstiles to Eternity: Verse 16
Sedition and blasphemy both stem from same expressions; against orthodoxies of faiths and of states; against submission to a philosophy of obeisance to a political clerisy; against tyranny of governments.
Tuesday, January 20, 2015
Turnstiles to Eternity: Verse 15
Neither body nor brain ought be sedentary in stasis. Both are born for movement, for contemplation of action; never for stillness, nor ever for inaction. What works is what changes: Nature abhors the same.
Monday, January 19, 2015
Turnstiles to Eternity: Verse 14
Dark isn't the absence of light; it's its twin, as one without the other wouldn't be for each do serve the function to fill other with existence: light sits as a cup in saucer of the dark and both are needed to Be.
Saturday, January 17, 2015
Turnstiles to Eternity: Verse 13
To know you dream when you dream and to know what you dream is the dream of the world is to know what is divine in you. But to know every time you awake; yet another new world is born, is to be divine.
Friday, January 16, 2015
Turnstiles to Eternity: Verse 12
The greatest crime against civilization is ignorance: It's refusal to learn from history; deaf to the past. It's rejection of recognition of mistake; blind to error. In sum; it's a failure to change future behavior.
Wednesday, January 14, 2015
Turnstiles to Eternity: Verse 11
War is origin for religion; in attempt to make comity among fighting tribes, faiths are invented, beliefs promulgated, codes of conduct imposed to be forced upon peoples in the vain desire to secure a peace.
Monday, January 12, 2015
Turnstiles to Eternity: Verse 10
Thoughts of the small beer men; that who we are shall predict who we shall be and who we are is what we will always be, confounds Nature. They refuse to learn from Her. Nature needs to change. So do we.
Saturday, January 10, 2015
Turnstiles to Eternity: Verse 9
Stupidity gets you dead. There's nothing honorable in dying for stupidity. It's a waste of life. How one thinks shows how one lives. Change assumptions to survive. Learn from errors of others and yourself.
Tuesday, January 6, 2015
Turnstiles to Eternity: Verse 8
There is no such thing as a peaceful religion or a just war. Drunk with love, to depths of heart and soul; while wearing smile which hides the tears of the world concealed, is what is worthy and what endures.
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