By any other name

A Poet
is but a Philosopher
Who grew weary
of trying to explain. 

Gobble it up, never ask what.

Another Holiday 
Built on another lie.
I wish I could just shut up and abide,
But the hypocrisy is just too damn high.

They slaughtered the natives
on this very day.

It would be like Eating sushi and celebrating the Japanese
on August 6th and 9th

Or like Celebrating the beauty of the Jewish culture
on Jan 20th.

And that is just the way it always happens.
A national ritual,
built on a lie,
and all submit.
Feeding their energy and integrity into the opposite
of which they meant.

Systematic cruelty 
never ceases to deliver that vile dripping turkey.

It was the indigenous people of this land,
that said that cameras steal your soul.

I remember hearing this as a child,
thinking how silly it was...

But now with Ai,
and the things they can make your image do.

Perhaps it is true.

Flame Sword Forged

 There is not a single thing,
for which truth is on its surface
quickly apprehended and easily seen.

It is always hidden deep within,
or folded infinitely inside.

It is a painful process to bring it out.
Progress circular, 
before spiraling up.

It is an act 
which somehow seems
to simultaneously be
in alignment and against
the entirety of life itself.

Why?
Look around.
Life itself is a lie.
Every presentation of an infinite multiplicity,
is but a fractal hall of mirrors,
a chorus of visual echoes:
built from past, present, and a mix of real and imagined anticipations.

The "real" is somehow that which deeply disgusts us,
and is also that which our soul seeks.

For it is the truth, and the truth is destructive.
It is of a greater compassion,
with no space
no time
 for sentimentality.

RIP Bubba Boyi

In the Divine's Mind

Grief is as beautiful as Love

But oh how it hurts.

Illusion of Control

 Substance abuse,
and its resolution,
is but another distraction from the
Capital "T"
 Truth.

For after the glow
of satisfaction,
from all you have conquered and overcome;

When it all starts to wane,
All starts to go,

-!THERE QUICKLY!-

You get a glimpse of what has always been the same.
The reason for this place.

An Injury,
And then of course,

The Path To Heal.
Another distraction,
which keeps us eternally here.

There is pain in the world,
Why would there be no pain in you?

There is conflict, and conundrum...
 randomness, and purpose...
Why shouldn't these things also exist in you?

Why should you be excused?
Do you really feel it is our purpose to heal the world?
Can you love the world instead?
With all its senseless pain and war and hurt?

No?
How many movies do you love,
that are all of these things and worse?

The Illusion of Exclusion,
The Illusion of Control

How To Birth A World

 A World Is Born
From The
Coming Together
Of Great Longing
And
Indominable Love.

Question & Answer

 "This place isn't a prison,
it's an island.
It is not a place to be redeemed.
That would be an impossible thing."

"Why isn't it possible to redeem the world?"

"Because the world is already perfect."

"How can it be perfect, with all this pain and suffering?"

"Pain is perfect,
Pain is a salve."

"How can pain be perfect and a salve when it leads many to end their lives?"

"This place,
What you call existence, cosmos, even heaven and hell...
All of it is but a single island.
...An island of choice.
Here you choose, until you choose differently.
...Pain is a necessary aspect of choosing."

"I don't find that to be a satisfying answer."

"That is your choice."

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A Fool Of Faith

You have already risked yourself a fool in everyway,
So why not risk yourself to be a fool of faith...
...If even for only a day? 

The Beauty Of The Day

 Take a moment.


...Just try to imagine,


Picture it in your mind,

how beautiful it could be,
if all the people,

across our entire home,

united to clean it,
and help it grow.


From those on the street,
To those whose asses happen to sit on the highest of seats.

All united
to reclaim humanity's rightful place
as humble stewards of the land.

Not throwing away- 
-nor condemning technology,
but stewarding with her too,
to heal and empower our greater ecology.

All of our resources intelligently distributed,
and invested into greater understanding,
Not only of the above and below,
but also the betwixt and between.
The systems, interactions, and relations
of the seen and unseen.