Your way is no way to think...

"Belief is the end of intelligence"  --Robert Anton Wilson



I don't believe in the "End Times"
And your Hell is just your delusion
Yes we may be sinking
But its just cause of what you're thinking
Believing in an illusion, an apparition
Fit inside 3 religions
Starting wars, causing false divisions
Making us think killing the planet is OK?
Just because you think it's Satan's?!
No way!  And yours isn't the only way...
There's infinite paths back to the One
Like countless rays from the Sun
But Christians, Jews, and Muslims grab their guns
And this is why I shun their phallacies
Like Jesus did the Pharisees
You probably think my Truth is a heresy
It's simply my philosophy
And I claim no righteousness hypocrisy
Seeking wisdom is how I live happily
And ever after, I'll continue my search
Working towards being a Mind Master
While you choose to remain a mental slave
Trapped in your mythological haze....

From "The Ancient Sage" by Tennyson

Read the whole thing :  http://ghostwolf.dyndns.org/words/authors/T/TennysonAlfred/verse/tiresias/ancientsage.html


"For Knowledge is the swallow on the lake
That sees and stirs the surface-shadow there
But never yet hath dipt into the abysm,
The Abysm of all Abysms, beneath, within
The blue of sky and sea, the green of earth,
And in the million-millionth of a grain
Which cleft and cleft again for evermore,
And ever vanishing, never vanishes,
To me, my son, more mystic than myself,
Or even than the Nameless is to me.
    And when thou sendest thy free soul thro’ heaven,
Nor understandest bound nor boundlessness,
Thou seest the Nameless of the hundred names.
    And if the Nameless should withdraw from all
Thy frailty counts most real, all thy world
Might vanish like thy shadow in the dark. “And since—from when this earth began—
    The Nameless never came
Among us, never spake with man,
    And never named the Name”—
Thou canst not prove the Nameless, O my son,
Nor canst thou prove the world thou movest in,
Thou canst not prove that thou art body alone,
Nor canst thou prove that thou art spirit alone,
Nor canst thou prove that thou art both in one:
Thou canst not prove thou art immortal, no
Nor yet that thou art mortal—nay my son,
Thou canst not prove that I, who speak with thee,
Am not thyself in converse with thyself,
For nothing worthy proving can be proven,
Nor yet disproven: wherefore thou be wise,
Cleave ever to the sunnier side of doubt,
And cling to Faith beyond the forms of Faith!
She reels not in the storm of warring words,
She brightens at the clash of ‘Yes’ and ‘No,’
She sees the Best that glimmers thro’ the Worst,
She feels the Sun is hid but for a night,
She spies the summer thro’ the winter bud,
She tastes the fruit before the blossom falls,
She hears the lark within the songless egg,
She finds the fountain where they wail’d ‘Mirage’!
    “What Power? aught akin to Mind,
        The mind in me and you?
    Or power as of the Gods gone blind
        Who see not what they do?”

"Vixen" by WS Merwin

                                                          I remember you
when i have heard you the soles of my feet have made answer
when i have seen you I have waked and slipped from the calendars
from the creeds of difference and the contradictions
that were my life and all the crumbling fabrications
as long as it lasted until something that we were
had ended when you are no longer anything
let me catch sight of you again going over the wall
and before the garden is extinct and the woods are figures
guttering on a screen let my words find their own
places in the silence after the animals

Journalizm #348 (or so)

Unscrambled, lightning bolt flashes of passion
Channeled fiery demons igniting the night
Enflamed fury unbridled, wild and inconsolable
Unleashing uncontrollable forces indelible
Reverberating continuous chaos, noise of flux
Inconceivable unbelievable concepts incredible
Invisible and immaterial, subethereal
Metapsychological nonfictions depicting
Undeniable proof, uplifting and everlasting
Ever casting light onto shadow's mere illusion
With unspoken visions trapped between lines
In the grid of manifestation, the game inside
The game defined, by authorities of mind
Setting limits on the Infinite Abstraction
With the affliction of diction dictating
Thought-patterns formed from the Imagination
Giving meaning, seemingly for no apparent reason
Justified by irrational rationale and illogical logic
Guaranteed to be most poetic and ironic
Like an oxymoronic contradictory hypocrite
Walking backwards to the beginning and back again
Talking to itself about the state of the world
While fully understanding that its all within
And conflict is merely a function of the friction
Generating the heat that becomes this passion
Engulfing the impotent aspect of the victim
In a compassionate act of selfless inspiration
Feeding the fire with the fuel of dedication...

The Dewdrop

"Separate though the dewdrop be, yet it is a part of the Ocean, no matter how far distant it may be, and the attraction of the Ocean will surely, and without fail, draw it back to its bosom.  And the dewdrop, if it could know the truth, would be so much happier and stronger, and braver if it could know that it was superior to accident, time, and space, and that it could not escape its own good, and that nothing could prevent its final triumph and victory when at last "the dewdrop slides into the shining sea."  How cheerfully it could have met its many changes of form, and the incidents of its journey, if it could have gotten rid of the illusion of separateness, and know that instead of being a tiny insignificant dewdrop it was a part of the Mighty Ocean- in fact that its Real Self was that Ocean itself- and that the Ocean was continually drawing it toward it, and that the many changes, up and down, were in response to that mighty power of attraction which was slowly but irresistibly drawing it back Home to Rest, Peace, and Power."      ---Yogi Ramacharaka "Gnani Yoga"

Recalling the Solitude

In the cold with no fire
No fulfilling of desire
Chill winds blowing strong
As i sit all alone
In absolute perfect contentment
Above regret and resentment
Delusion, vice, and attachment
Feeling the moist fog settle in
Dead trees lie in peace all around me
I feel i've escaped all boundaries
Even though the trail's right in front of me
I prefer this deep meditation
As a vacation from the monotony of reality
That i can keep with me
At any time recalling the solitude
And the gratitude
For what is always around me
A precise painting, the perfection of Beauty
The Mother in all her glory
Cradling me in her soft arms
Nurturing me back to a quiet peace

Some Old Stuff

To Create:

Imagine 8
Sideways
Flowing, bending
Curving perfectly, blending

Imagine Chaotic Harmony
Patterns of light
Waves, sound ocean
Spiritswimming
Dive deeper

Imagine Vastness
Omnidimensional
Vortex spinning
Spun
Spider web pun

Imagine us as One
Interconnected
Cosmic Blend
Rainbow Music
Hear this color

Imagine Lightness
This Pattern
Of Infinite Expression
Is One Love
Infinite I's

Imagine dreaming
Of Reality
Manifested by Yes
Believe that illusion
And just say Yes

Imagine God
Now check your head
How do you know?
He is We
Creating Together

Imagine Love.