Fearless Reason

Fearless reason in an age of frightened absurdity.

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.

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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
their 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.

This is a Slave World

This is
a slave
world.

Everyone
is a
slave.

Especially
the
masters.

Lured
by
desire.

Driven
by
fear.

Bound by duty
attachment
and desire.

Duty
to obligations
foolishly accepted.

Attachment
to impermanence
and distractions.

Desire
for illusions
naively believed.

Though
the body
is bound.

The soul
may be
free.

Liberation
is a state
of being.

Plundered

Some sell
their bodies
everybody sells
their soul.

Human
capital
parceled
and sold.

Mortgage
your future
prostitute
your mind.

Attention
for sale
passion
for hire.

Sacred
bequests
of infinite
value.

Plundered
for the profane
finite and
fleeting.

Am I Wrong or is the World?

Am
I wrong
or is the
world?

How many
contradictions
can we
bear?

How much
of the sacred
can be sacrificed
to the profane?

How much
of virtue
can be spent
on perversity?

How long
can any of us
endure
unbearable things?

Before
we break
beneath the weight
of our contradictions.

Until
all that
is sacred
is defiled.

Til
all that
is virtue
is spent.

Am
I wrong
or is the
world?

A Prayer for Mystics

Find satisfaction
in the perfection
of small things.

Be in awe
of mundane
miracles.

Do less
be more
want less
be grateful.

Find love
in the midst
of everything.

Be at peace
in the maelstrom
and doldrums alike.

Do more
with less
want not
be equanimous.

This is a prayer
for mystics
and a practice
for would-be saints.