Fearless Reason

Fearless reason in an age of frightened absurdity.

Neither Boon Nor Bane Was In Vain

Possibilities
fall away
with time
and age.

Condensing
day by
day.

Paths
not taken
forsaken
or mistaken.

Set the course
and limit
choice.

Will not
want not
can not
shall not.

Cease
to cause
remorse.

I will not
have it all
nor do I
want it.

Most of it
never belonged
to me anyway.

I got what I needed
when I needed it
neither boon nor bane
was in vain.

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I Pray Aversion Is Not A Sin

I pray
aversion
is not
a sin.

For I
become
more intolerant
by the day.

Love and
acceptance
may be
my creed.

But I recoil
from fear
hatred and
greed.

Would that
I knew less
of the ways
of men.

Abstractions
are far
easier
to love.

I pray
aversion
to perversion
is not a sin.

For now
I must
turn
away.

I Must Forsake Walls

I have
too many rooms
needing
filled.

Too many
empty spaces
barren walls and
looming ceilings.

All yearning
for a bigger
life than I
care to live.

I wanted
space to be
to breathe
to be free.

But spaces
bound by walls
are too expansive
or small.

Judgmentally
barren
or stiflingly
filled.

I wanted space
but for freedom
I must forsake
walls.

The Shadow of the Self

The shadow
of the self
remains hidden
in darkness.

Guarded
and preserved
by egotistical
pride.

Enabled
by self-delusion
and little
white lies.

Dare
that I look
darkness
in the eyes.

For it is me
that I see
which cowers
and hides.

Excreting
shame
in the absence
of light.

Hidden
only from
willfully blind
eyes.

Revealed
only by senses
which see
without sight.

Lies No Longer Hide Us From Disgrace

Blind eyes
have been
stricken
with sight.

Lies
no longer
hide us from
disgrace.

We are not
who we
thought we
were.

Not nearly
so noble
nor hardly
so kind.

We are not
martyrs
to a righteous
cause.

We are children
playing
deadly
games.

Dying for
riches and
fleeting
fame.

Self-deceptions
no longer
make us
saints.

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
within.

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.