New Horizons

Regret & Reflection II

There in the distance lies evidence of the great force of the wind in the sails that went previously unnoticed

There just beyond the mountain peak, rays of sun-light illuminate hidden valley pathways leading to cavernous indentations of the landscape before unseen

At my side, diligently standing but never before appreciated remains friend, comforter and confidant always taken for granted

Now the death of an old life is at hand and new horizons await.  That which had been muzzled by ignorance and vanity is finally released from the blast of Gabriel’s Trumpet

I shook with fear and then cried tears of joy as I came to understand the true nature of the journey is in each step taken and not the journey’s end

Mystic II

Adiuva me verterem figuram mundiThoth

 

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STORM FRONT

consequences

Dark clouds approach foreboding the Devil’s Day

But I have known for some time and now the Sinner’s are gonna pay

The putrid taste of Blood still lingers in my mouth

It might as well be water because it’s just as thin contrary to what most will say

For a score I’ve been tormented by lost souls

And lets not forget that poor seed growing in the weeds – bad choices were made

All are into arrears to Satan for a sum that can never be re-paid

On the eve of atonement, there on the mountaintop I stand

In fire and fury with E’PEE in hand

One by one their hearts are seared without conscience, without mercy

Until to an uneasy rest their debts are laid

Mystic II

Adiuva me verterem figuram mundiThoth

Box Life

LDR

Absolute Control is an illusion and don’t you forget it

Because you have learned to navigate inside the Box you believe that you own it and can control it along with everyone inside

With all the power that you exercise you have forgotten one thing – you too are still inside a Box

And when that sudden realisation weighs you down and buries you in your own arrogance and ignorance, I will be there

For I seek not to control the contents of the Box but rather to understand it

…to comprehend its place in Time/Space, in Source Creation

In doing so, I have felt it – the Source Creation itself

It is Me and I it and Everything that ever is, ever was and ever will be

So know you this would-be Box controller, you are nothing because you are limited

believing that power rest with the ability to control all that you see, hear and feel

and in that confined mode of thought and belief, you are chained to relive a single reality over and over again until you are able to evolve beyond it

So for now, enjoy your Box Life but always keep in mind and in your being – you are nothing and will be made to understand that when your current reality fades

Mystic II

Adiuva me verterem figuram mundiThoth

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

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

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

 

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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