Category Archives: Poetry

2 Dimensional Creatures

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Positions without a Point. Lines that can’t think of an original Line. Opposite Landers. They exist to antagonize me. They have not positive existence. With-out me they are nothing. They attempt to warp and distort my reflection in an attempt to characterize me falsely to myself. I don’t care how I am perceived in the Carnival Mirror of public opinion. They are 2 dimensional creatures that dwell in the shadows casting shade on Real Human beings. They have Length and Width but no Depth. I am a 4 dimensional creature. I have depth is spades. I move like water through fingers that can’t grasp me. I am a Philosopher King without a Throne or a Kingdom, surrounded by empty Reflections and Shallow Echoes.

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SEVEN PHILOSOPHICAL DEATHS

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During my first samadhi I had a sensation as though God was telling me a joke and I was the only one in the universe that was  laughing.

During my second death I had a feeling like god was a lonely old man telling himself stories and starting to believe they were real.

During my third death I realized that I was god.

During my fourth death I realized that I was nothing so it didn’t matter if I was god, everything, everywhere, was nothing.
The universe is NOTHING CHANGING.

During my fifth death it was revealed to me that I was love and things came into existence so that I could express my love to myself
in the form of other objects and people.

During my 6th death I realized that there were too many phenomenon in the universe to comprehend.

During my 7th death I longed for the dissolution of my sense of self. I wanted to return to a state of forgetting. I wanted to remember…

forgetting. 

FROM THE LINGAYAT OF SHIVASTUS SOLOMONICUS

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Liberty Tree (Thomas Paine)

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I would like to point out for people that think this country was conceived as a capitalist society, if you read this poem carefully you can see that the founding fathers were not capitalists.  We fought for the internal incentive of freedom not the external incentive of money.  And we fought against the moneyed powers to protect ourselves from being controlled, dominated, and ruled by external authorities.

In a chariot of light from the regions of day,
The Goddess of Liberty came;
Ten thousand celestials directed the way
And hither conducted the dame.
A fair budding branch from the gardens above,
Where millions with millions agree,
She brought in her hand as a pledge of her love,
And the plant she named Liberty Tree.
The celestial exotic struck deep in the ground,
Like a native it flourished and bore;
The fame of its fruit drew the nations around,
To seek out this peaceable shore.
Unmindful of names or distinction they came,
For freemen like brothers agree;
With one spirit endued, they one friendship pursued,
And their temple was Liberty Tree.
Beneath this fair tree, like the patriarchs of old,
Their bread in contentment they ate,
Unvexed with the troubles of silver and gold,
The cares of the grand and the great.
With timber and tar they Old England supplied,
And supported her power on the sea;
Her battles they fought, without getting a groat,
For the honor of Liberty Tree.
But hear, O ye swains, ’tis a tale most profane,
How all the tyrannical powers,
Kings, Commons, and Lords, are uniting amain
To cut down this guardian of ours;
From the east to the west blow the trumpet to arms
Through the land let the sound of it flee,
Let the far and the near, all unite with a cheer,
In defence of our Liberty Tree.

Thomas Paine

EVERYTHING I KNOW LOOKS THROUGH ME.

ImageEverthing that I know looks through me at the world, every experience, every book I have read, every interaction I have had, every person I have loved.

Aristotle, “The soul is in a way phenomena.”

My experiences in the world, of the world, look back at the world. What I know of the world turns again on the world and scrutinizes it.

God be thanked for books; they are the voices of the distant and the dead, and make us heirs of the spiritual life of past ages.Channing, William Ellery

Every time you touch the world the world leaves its mark on you and you on it.  Like two ponds touching each other and both rippling in response.  If relationship is an approaching, then how are you in relationship with relationship?  How do you approach approaching?  You judge and interpret the world and the world judges and interprets you.  You try to change the world and the world tries to change you.  Traces left on each other by lovers or gladiators.

I say that all narrative is doxography, point of view.  Research shows that we memorize facts by stringing them together with a narrative, a sutra, a suture, a stitch. That string is our personality, the narrative that we are telling ourselves about how the world works.  It creates our sense of self.  Are we pessimistic?  Are we hyper vigilante?

Imagine that when you listen to a person speaking that you are driving by a very long fence next to a road.  Beyond the fence is a castle, but you can only catch a tiny glimpse each time you pass a slat in the fence.  If you let your eyes focus on the castle it starts to take shape and the fence disappears.  You can’t see the forest because the trees are in the way.

When a person’s world starts to take shape, you begin to become aware of who is speaking and what they are actually saying.  This can be quite troubling for people that conceal what they are.  It drives them crazy, like they are always naked in front of you and clothes were never invented.