Fearless Reason

Fearless reason in an age of frightened absurdity.

Tag: #awaken

All is New

All is new
All is old

I am becoming
I am dying

I remember
I forget

I awaken
I sleep

I am
I am not.

Inward Regression or Outward Reform

Though I have undergone drastic internal transformation since my awakening, the external aspects of my life have been more resistant to change. Each year brings gradual reform to my habits, circumstances, and outward identity. But the outward circumstances of my life are ever lagging behind who my soul is calling me to be.

Since 2011 I have changed political affiliations, cities, jobs, adopted a daily meditation practice, become a vegetarian, and have found spiritual community. There are many other outward changes I might list, but these are a few that stick out. What is most notable about these changes is that all of them have slowly been moving me towards a more loving and peaceful way of being in the world.

Over the years I have come to see a decided pattern to these periods of change. Each major change is preceded by a prolonged period of discomfort and unhappiness. A circumstance or habit simply has to become unbearable to my soul, until finally, I reach a point where I must choose between inward regression or outward reform.

I am still moving toward a more perfect alignment between my soul and outward circumstances. But as I become more inwardly peaceful, I have become more acutely aware of those places in my life of tension, discomfort, and unhappiness. I know what makes me happy and what does not, and I know the direction I need to move in, if not the destination.

Ascetic of Desire

I pray neither for
power nor glory
among men.

Riches nor fame
will satisfy
my ambitious heart.

Which perceived
momentarily
reality beyond dreams.

I pray only
for liberation
from this
mundane nightmare.

My awakened soul
no longer entertained
by ephemeral dreams.

Awake
in the shell
of an unconscious life.

I renounce inwardly
the cage of delusion
built by unconscious desires.

Imprisoned by dreams
I have become
an ascetic of desire.

Praying daily
for liberation
from causality’s
plodding inertia.

Ancient Mind Filling Infant Eyes

Ancient mind
filling
infant eyes.

Ragging
against
impotent flesh.

Feeling wrongness
from first
breath.

Letting loose
a primal scream
of the alienated
and dispossessed.

Losing memory
but not
grief.

Mourning
for what
should be.

Waiting
to awaken
and be free.

In Silence

In silent
surrender
I purify
my soul.

In silence.

I cleanse
my mind
and open
my heart.

Finding myself.

Formless
creature
of the
now.

In silence.

I grow
virtue
and god.

Finding myself.

Timeless
creature
of love
and bliss.

In silence.

I vanquish
darkness
with the
presence of
light.

Finding myself.

Awareness
in an
awakening
world.

Mundane Nightmares

Immortal
beings
dreaming
mundane
nightmares.

Awaken
or die
in your
sleep.

Suns
of the
morning.

Clothed
in
decay.

Descended
into
mankind’s
nightmare.

Awakening
to show
the way.

Suns
of the
morning.

Shining
the light
of a new
day.

Awakening
dreamers
from mundane
nightmares.

Awakening
earthbound
starseeds
clothed
in decay.

Accidental Saint

Accidental Saint.

I lost myself.
I lost my mind.

I lost my past.
I lost my future.

I lost my pain.
I lost my hate.

I got drunk on being.

I discovered god,
I gained eternity,
I found bliss.

I have peace.
I have joy.
I have love.

I whisper prayers, and silent blessings.

May all beings know peace.
May all beings have joy
May all beings find love.

May all beings awaken.

Crucified

Perhaps another meaning of the crucifix is that each of us does not merely bear a cross, but that each of us is crucified in the process of living. Life is suffering, and if it has a purpose, perhaps it is to release our own indwelling Christ consciousness. The only constant of life is the impermanence of form. All happiness fades, just as all sorrow comes to pass. Our suffering causes us to have more compassion for those who suffer. Our losses, as inevitable as they are senseless, force us to search for the constant within.

Raptured

Let them say,
If they speak of me.

That I was drunk on god,
And good for nothing else.

Drunk,
And thirsty to be.

May,
They say.

If,
They speak of me.

That I drank deeply,
And could not stop.

That I raptured.

And filled,
A god wide void.

Let them whisper.

That I became drunk,
On god.

And was good,
For nothing else.

Envy the Truly Young

Envy the Truly Young

Envy their follies,
Vanities,
And innocent naiveté.

Envy the freshness of their experience,
Sorrow,
And uncontrived pain.

Envy the Truly Young

For they know not what they do,
Say,
Or feel.

Pity the Old Soul

Pity their games,
Vanities,
And contrived ignorance.

Pity the irony of their experience,
Sorrow,
And self-pitying pain.

Pity the Old Soul

For they know not what they do,
Say,
Or feel.