Art

I.
Hell is within a man,
Even as a man is in Hell.

Heaven is his ability to transcend himself.

or

Hell is within, a man;
Even as a man is, in Hell.

Heaven is his ability to transcend: himself.

II.
IT all happened so fast.
Shudder. Cry. Delight so vast.

Insensitive to pain:
Feeling acutely, ev'rything.

III.

Love is the movement​

of the electro-magnetic ​

charge through grey matter, ​

a Frankenstein Vitalization ​

of a dead weight. ​

 

Gaia gives green gifts graciously

 

On her way, through her many changes, she met a winged serpent, whose mouth breathes the fire that swallows its tail, a phoenix awakening. A blazing Star in heaven is all that is seen from afar.

 

Accept the fruit and the
roots remain for long life.

 

"what gives bigger things the right to feed on smaller creatures"

Rights are not given from one source to another. They are asserted by each sovereign source ITself. As I mentioned in another thread, a thorough analysis and synthesis of the word de-serve is an excellent meditation for reaching this awareness.

"Everything is eaten by another."
-Dax Riggs

 

it has been a long time since i have been to the forum and i am glad i read this one first.

 

Much love to you as well.

 

You have mistaken me. Even "neutral" is a side taken to re-awaken a program. When a man plays chess, does he argue that the pawn should move, after its inceptive chance, more than a single step? The title of the Magnum Opus is as stated above. IT MEANS NOTHING.

much love

-you veil much more than your intentions.

 

Silence, they say, gives way to speech, but they could not declare, in a day or a year, the mystery of that fortress they are so keen to breech; for upon its parapet they stand, searching the land for clues to its existance.​

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"And in that hour, freshly wakened from sleep, I saw things differently from what I had ever seen them before. I saw them, not as short chains of cause and effect, whose connections one could not see beyond a few moves, which is what life usually looks like, but as large tracts of influence into which one could enter or which one could avoid, and it was the bias of one's own nature that determined entry or abscence."​

-Dion Fortune(through the character Wilfred Maxwell), The Sea Priestess​

 

I tried to read your poetry aloud and realized what was fleeting.

text written,in a sense, can be much more thought provoking than words spoken.

You are light in my heart. my love for you is like a plauge (Who said plauge was a bad thing?)

Welcome back,brother

 

M'lady, it is the epitome of fulfillment for a Knight of such lowly stature as I to recieve such a comment from as fair a maiden as your self: "You are light in my heart." And on your 207th post at that! 207, is, after all, the enumeration of the AUR of the Hebrews.

Were it but true, that I could have such power over you: a plague, far from it! I am merely the sun that aspires to rise to the summit of your mountain, o' queen of disks who weareth covertly the horns of the goat.

much love. enjoy the rainbow.

 

Miss those indianapolis rainbows. one of the few good things about the drudgery of a dirty,wicked city..

 

(1 + 19 + 17 + 3 + 1 + 19) + (5 x 0) = 60​

​

This is the formula of the Heart​

That empties itself into the Void.​

 

Wordless clarity
of an unbounded crown;
Being lights up
the void of becoming.
In the heart-star
is the beauty of six.

Octahedron,
of two tetrahedrons,
merges as star-tetrahedron;
axis of Love.

Above and Below
are as open spaces
turning on the central spine.

Unity can manifest
only partially in time,
expanding to conceptual limits.

Simple Being abides in stillness,
beneath the movements
of appearance.

Yes is formless sight,
soundless hearing
and exploration
beyond expectation.

 

The manifestation of Unity abides alive with impunity, regardless of our ego-impressions and mystic digressions, in every vibrating, whirling moment. Get a sun-burn and sleep in the tortured heat. Waltz into the winter storm with chest bared, and smile. Create and uncreate from the essence of being, the path of an Artist, wicked with guile.

 

Love is a world of baubles and trinkets, affectionately named, and set aside. The ties that bind are invisible. INVISIBLE IS ALIVE. I stared at the Light until it burnt a hole in my eye, a wavering vortex of colour, a shadow space unreality. And therein beheld was the egg. Epsilon-Gamma-Gamma. I knew then that I had to let I go, or I would not cease to float; even cheated of the fatal pleasure of sinking, plummeting, falling. Propulsion, directly proportionate to the severed, weight that falls below that sinking feeling, and let's go of the perception of floating. Persistance of Vision.


Persistance of Vision.

Persistence of Vision.

Persistance.

 

~leaves inspired...

 

Teth Egg is as
two windows and a camel,
when offset by A-fool.

En-joy speaks the Aether,
Nu-gethein of Nun-Yod,
we swim alone in ourSelves.

A funeral celebration,
as generative composting,
sows abundant potential.

Selket spits magic,
into the hands of Isis,
carrying her young till first molt.

 

Of the Cup She Upholds I would sup, but instead am I dead, for into it have I bled.

 

2.
O, how they always say:
"Don't get carried away!"

Damn them for their presumption.
Better to soar by the Wings of Altered States
Than stand complacently in an assigned space.
Better to have fallen from heights too often dared
than to sink into the mud of a life too often spared.

To invite the onslought of the lightning strike
Only too often proves that it was not forthcoming.

0.​

Lightning flashed. A Thunderbolt​

sunk into the mud. Loss of blood.​

A Lover's Quarrel: The World, a Bitter Bride​

with swollen womb: a babe therein doth abide.​

Choices were made. Lives were tried. ​

(K)nots were unravelled and new bonds tied.​

Umbilically strangled: fetally asphyxiated.​

Born nonetheless; neither monster nor man:​

Not of demons accursed or of gods blessed.​

Anomalous creation - marked with an X:​

F(r)iction burnt, upon his brow, at his Mother's behest.​