Fearless Reason

Fearless reason in an age of frightened absurdity.

Renunciation Beckons

Renunciation
beckons the
inward turning
of my soul.

Gathering
time and attention
scattered and
stolen by men.

That both
may once more
be turned
godward.

I have labored
too long
in the kingdom
of men.

Served
in too many
futile
crusades.

I want
no glory
they may
bestow.

No wealth
nor power
that I may
claim.

I seek only
union with god
and the kingdom
of heaven.

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Creatures of the Void

Burn
all that
you are
in the doing.

Make
the act itself
your means
and end.

Lose
yourself
in the act
of creation.

Leave
no trace of
who you were
behind.

Creatures
of the void
spring forth
with vitality.

Unknown
to zombies
of the cluttered
mind.

Seek God Within

It is sad to see the spiritual ambition of seekers without a contemplative practice turn to heresy. It is only by our regular pilgrimage to the well of faith that we cultivate discernment, and purify our hearts and minds. Those who forego this sacrament inevitably get lost in the false corridors of the analytical mind, and worship the false gods of their ego. Forsake heresy and seek union with god through inner silence.

Unbend your neck.
Get off your knees.
Sit upright with poise.
Seek god within.

Love Need Not Be Feared

Intimacy
need not
be feared.

Love
should not
be quarantined.

Give
yourself
to somebody.

Entwine
your soul
with theirs.

Meet
them in
their eyes.

Trust
yourself with
another self.

Share
the abundance
of your heart.

Love
is not diminished
by being given.

Given
it only
grows.

Scarce
only when
withheld.

Love
need not
be feared.

 

Destroyer of Worlds

Behold
I am Shiva
destroyer
of worlds.

Bringer
of the
dawn.

I stomp
my feet and
worlds are
reborn.

Liberation
through
destruction.

I dissolve
your illusions
desires
and ignorance.

Rebirth
through
death.

I dance
betwixt
this world
and the next.

Renewal
through
decay.

Behold
I am Death
destroyer
of worlds.

Your Soul is too Beautiful

Your soul
is too beautiful
for this work.

Put it away.

Brother
you deserve
better.

Put it down.

Sister
you are lighter
than this darkness

Put it away.

You are not
the things
you have done.

Put them down.

Your soul
is too beautiful
for this world.

We Will Cease to Slumber

When awakeness
is more pleasurable
than sleep
we will cease
to slumber.

We will seek
to grow
our awareness
instead of numb
our pain.

Noise
will profane
the silence.

Intoxicants
will pollute
the soul.

Distractions
will obscure
the dear.

Silence
purity and
devotion
will liberate
our souls.

Because awakeness
will be more pleasurable
than numbness
or the profane
polluted and obscured.

Be Kind

Be kind.

Everyone
is someone
you’ve met before
or shall meet again.

Be kind.

Everyone
is someone
to somebody
even this body.

Be kind.

Everyone
is someone
every body
is your body.

Be kind.

Everyone
is someone
everyone
is someone.

Be kind.

I Lost My Perspective

My mind
wandered behind
another’s eyes.

To see
what they see
feel what they feel
know what they know.

I was blind
to the suffering
that was not mine.

Numb
to fear and pain
not personally
felt.

Ignorant of the cruelties
dispensed by those
lost behind their own eyes.

I lost my
perspective
behind that
gaze.

Eyes of the Oppressor

When I think about the Confederate monuments I try not to do so as a white man. I try to use my god given imagination to view them from the perspective of a person of color, who may be only a few generations removed from slavery and a generation removed from segregation. I try to think what it would be like, looking out of those eyes, to see flags and monuments on government property to an insurrection that sought to keep me and my ancestors in bondage….and it puts a cold chill in my stomach and fear in my heart. I can’t help but feel when looking out of those eyes, that a government that celebrates those symbols doesn’t represent me or people like me. Treating others as you would have them treat you means trying to look out of the other person’s eyes to see what they see and what they need and treating them accordingly. The eyes of the oppressor do not see the suffering of the oppressed.