Fearless Reason

Fearless reason in an age of frightened absurdity.

Month: June, 2017

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.

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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.

Pity the Blind Heart

Pity
the blind
heart.

It knows
not what
it does.

Severed
as it is
from self
and world.

Hungry
amidst
plenty.

Thirsty
while
drowning.

Bursting
from
want.

Pity
the blind
heart.

It sees
not what
it needs.

Pity My Mad Blind Brother

I will not
have you
as my enemy
nor cast hatred
your way.

Life
is too precious
hatred
too great a burden.

I will not
taint myself
with anger
nor reject you
as myself.

I greet you
instead
not as enemy
but as lost aspect
of my own soul.

Looking
through eyes
clouded by the darkness
of a blind heart.

Possessed
by the madness
of a hallucination
of the separate self.

Pity
my mad
blind brother
is the only burden
I will bear.