Just A Thought – Uncertainty is Certain

LDR

There is no doubt that uncertainty plagues the conscious soul.  As contemplating every possible move in a chess match against an unknown opponent is a waste of both ones energy, thought and time so is the fear and anxiety that consumes regarding that which is not known to us.

It is said that the only thing that is certain is Death and Taxes however, that is a very Humanistic approach to understanding this aspect of the human condition.  As we are much more than the sum total of our parts, so is everything that comprises that which surrounds us and permeates through us.  Everything both in part and in its totality equates to balance throughout known and unknown creation.  What we find to be “certain” to us must be off-set by that which is “uncertain”.

To be consumed by uncertainty and the accompanying fear is to ignore the fact that it is a necessity of life that must be embraced.  Accepting that “what will be, will eventually be” regardless of our action or inaction enables us to live in balance with the here and now giving rise to clarity of thought and purity of action.

Mystic II

Adiuva me verterem figuram mundiThoth

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Just A Thought

Mystic II

Anything that one can say has been said

Anything that one can hear has been heard

All that one can think has been thought of and all that one can feel has been felt

All knowledge is known and awaits rediscovery

Therefore, the greatest treasure that can be obtained is the wisdom that lies dormant in each of creation’s inhabitants

and the will…and the choice…and the courage to reveal it and our place within the Great Design

Ponder IIICalvin & Hobbes

Adiuva me verterem figuram mundi Thoth II

A Prayer from the Weary Child

Enki I

A world immersed in greed, envy, pettiness and turmoil

Its inhabitants suffering from delusions of grandeur and complete amnesia with connections to the past – that which binds them cohesively to the here and now

Here I sit contemplating “why” and the meaning of “what was” and “what is” against a backdrop of the noise of humanity and their devious machinations

There is no peace, there is no serenity, there is no balance

until what was lost is found again and the integrity of both who and what we truly are has been restored

Where our parents moved freely among us endeavouring to mentor in all that can be known and reveling in each infant step taken forward

Take a look round now and see how far we have devolved even with contemporary comforts and technology; it seems as though our very existence has come undone

I beg then in the name of our Father of old to grant me the tranquility of the knowledge of Ancestors past and the embodiment of His wisdom

To dwell amongst Family where the distance between Heaven and Earth are mere steps to be traversed with little effort

Reveal to me the times of Enki and of Enlil and the Heavenly Hosts that once were prevalent and abided with us on Terra Firma

Within there is no judgement, no sides to be taken but only understanding, knowledge and the wisdom of all things that are sought as a constant companion

Therefore, be not far from me, hear my plea and make haste to minister unto me

 

Mystic II

Adiuva me verterem figuram mundi  Thoth II

Point To Ponder XIV

Mystic II

What good is the flame if no warmth emanates from it

What good is a name if no one knows it

What good does it do to touch if you cannot feel

What good is a thought if no other comprehends it

What good is a voice if no one can hear you

What good is life if it is not lived

 

Ponder III

Calvin & Hobbes

Adiuva me verterem figuram mundi  Thoth II

 

 

A Prayer For The Dying

Prayer_for_me II

Sipping on Redd in bed with Santitas by my side can’t ease the pain. Nor does the initial euphoria felt when the mobile beeps notification only to realise that it is the senseless communication that is the addiction.

Another day in a contemplative state pondering what’s this life for. Vivid paint stares back at me in the dark from incomplete works, the mirror of a myriad of past emotions from Vino in Veritas. Trying to find that balance between “what is” and “what is not” consumes both the conscious and subconscious mind alike.

Was Thoth this mired in self-reflection – examining both the meaningful and meaningless on this journey in pursuit of pure wisdom and self-actualization? Regardless of the answer, isolation is the constant companion of those who set upon this quest to quench the thirst for wisdom.

There are no sigils or talismans to protect on the lonely and perilous expedition. The culmination of this crusade is surely a slow and methodical death to reveal the mysteries of life.

Therefore think of me and offer up one last prayer for the dying. May peace and your perfect Heaven await.

Mystic II

Adiuva me verterem figuram mundi Thoth II

 

Featured image by:   by Ceri Westcott “Beauty is in the Eye of the Beholder”

Poem 711 – Sometimes

Wisdom I

I just thought I’d say hello while you tell me good-bye

The sun is going down quickly and I thought about selling my only Renoir along with some old CD’s

The world is on Pause from common sense so what the hell difference does it make what I do

I see that the accordion is accompanying the violin but my Faithful won’t go along with as I go in through the back door

Laughter can be heard from the back pews while they’re crying at the front of the wedding chapel

The dog should return soon from walking the wife and kids which means I don’t have much more time to play

my left wrist is in a lot of pain but looking on the bright side, I don’t have to worry about going to the gym this week

I believe some secrets should remain secret

If I drink enough I will have forgotten all about it anyway … What was I thinking about?

No matter, in today’s world an attention span is much overrated

It’s been nice taking time to record some thoughts for no one in particular before I get back to living life … or someone else’s

I mean the television is not going to watch itself am I right?

Ponder III

Calvin & Hobbes

Adiuva me verterem figuram mundi Thoth II

 

 

21st Century Life

21st Century III

Angst consumes me with every word that is heard and spoken; with every image my eyes behold

The foul stench of the chemical industrial air suffocates metamorphing the foundations of every living thing

Nary a word of truth is ever spoken and ignorance is the universal law that is forced upon the masses and the classless classes to their jubilation

Mammon is the god of choice – desired and worshiped above all others

Can you see it?  Can you hear it?  Can you feel it?

Where to turn for truth? Where to turn for justice? Where to go for an infinitesimal grain of peace or for just a piece of infinitesimal grain to nurture the body?

Sustenance in bounty everywhere but none fit for consumption. With conflict so lucrative, the price of repose is at an all-time premium so no rest for the weary.

There is at least tekhnologia to surrender self and conscience without consideration of consequence.21st Century IV  Ha, I like that said the blind man.

I can see it!  I can hear it!  I can feel it!

My God, how did the chalice get so empty and we not realise it?

Oh well, fuck it! Let’s just have some cake and sing…

Ponder III

Calvin & Hobbes

 

Adiuva me verterem figuram mundi  Thoth II

Submission

Asian II

At moonlight’s arrival you whisper and dance gracefully upon my every thought

Alternatively divine, darkly inviting and imbued with unending sensual ferocity, the spell that is cast cannot be broken

There on the fringe of the spider’s web waiting silently, patiently to devour saintly spirit, I struggle to no avail as it only enhances your appetite and makes you want me more

In the deepest chasm of my being, I realise that I cannot resist as I have never known such force or obsession delicately devouring me

No words are expressed, no intellect implored only unyielding raw emotional desire for what is coveted by the eyes and craved by both body and soul

No light can escape this abyss of your all consuming hunger and I know that it is there that I will reside with you forever be thee flesh or spectre

So I just let go and let you feed

Mystic IIAdiuva me verterem figuram mundi  Thoth II

 

The Wolf Cries Three Times Before Dying – just poety

Wolf Cry II_by Dan Burgess

The Wolf King by Dan Burgess

 

Pull the spectacles from your eyes and behold the illusions of your own design

It was given birth by C-section and now a prodigy to rule the world or is it to ensure the world rue’s the day?

Cry once for this amazing creation because that’s all you have time for

Its nurturing time and the dawn won’t wait for the sun to complete its ascension or for you to comprehend the gravity of your miscalculations before clearing the rheum from your eyes

 

Shh now….the teeth are sharp and milk just won’t cut it

Fresh meat is on the menu and know that you are not exempt from your child’s ravenous palate

Hope you’ve got alternative plans for tea because the cupboards will soon be bare

How are you feeling now that the hunt is on and the youngling is on the prowl?

There is wanderlust in the eyes and soon there will be no means of controlling it

Can you cry for the innocent and ignorant souls that will soon know and fear you from the thing you have sired?

 

Sit back in that Recliner and take it all in

Keep one hand in your pocket and use the other to conceal your sins

That’s right…endeavour to settle yourself down in a simple little town while the acid rain falls gently all around

You may rely on the fact that Heaven may forgive but few others will when they have fathomed what you have unleashed

Deafen yourself to the carnage by covering your ears to “la, la, la, la – I can’t hear you” but hey you should remember…

Everyone gets tired sometime, Everyone has to sleep sometime, Everyone has to feel sometime

…and when you do, there won’t be a peep from you but the world around will continue to sigh and cry before your wolf dies

I bid you Sweet Dreams my princess in the dark.

Mystic II

Adiuva me verterem figuram mundi  Thoth II