Fearless Reason

Fearless reason in an age of frightened absurdity.

Tag: soul

Son of the Morning

Son of
the
morning.

Bring
forth
dawn.

Brightness
outshine
night.

Son of
the
morning.

Bringer
of
light.

Brighten
my
soul.

Temple of the False Self

The temple
of the false self
grows more decadent
with decay.

Cracks
adorning its
still proud
face.

Midnight masses
gather at
the dark hour
of the soul.

Performing
pagan rituals
to heathen
gods.

Chanting
incantations
of their trials
and tribulations.

Telling
stories
of their
false selves.

Casting idols
in their own
graven
images.

They reaffirm
their faith
that one another
is real.

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.

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.

Be Authentic

Be honest
rather than
expected.

Bear your soul
to a stranger
with your eyes.

Be vulnerable
rather than
guarded.

Listen
more than
you talk.

Be silent
comfortably
amidst discomfort.

Comfortably speak
uncomfortable
truths.

Be authentic
and vulnerable
with silence
and words.

Ambition Rules the World

Ambition
rules the world
but works
through men.

Agnostic
as to its use
it seeks
only to burn.

Striving
for satisfaction
of the soul’s yearning
to be whole.

Trapped
at first
in the need
to survive
and be.

Moving
upward
after being
toward movement
and desire.

Then
onward towards
the self as
separate from
the whole.

An
ambitious few
learn the lessons
of love.

Recognizing
the self
as both separate
and a part
of the whole.

Ambition
rules the world
but not through
the most ambitious
of men.

Mankind
is ruled
by the
remedial few.

Yearning
to be whole
yet unwilling
to love.

Insane
with thwarted ambition
the rulers of men
move outward
but not upward.

Reigning
as mad kings
upon thrones
of unfulfilled desire.

Unseen Jewels

Neither
money
power
nor notoriety.

Will give you
the measure
of a man.

It will not
account
for the unseen
jewels of his life.

It cannot
tell you
how much
he has loved.

It cannot
measure
his joy.

Nor account
for the wisdom
of his soul.

Though
his esteem
of such things
may.

How is it with your heart?

How is it
with your
heart?

Let us
talk about
your soul.

I will not
take vengeance
for your actions.

Nor will I
argue with
your ideas.

I will
resist your
assaults.

But I
will never
cause you harm.

Words will not
persuade the mind
of what the heart
already knows.

If you are
deaf to your heart
you cannot hear
my words.

Hurt me
if you
must.

I put
my body
in your way.

But let us
not feud
fight nor argue.

Instead
tell me
how it is
with your heart.

Let us
talk about
your soul.

Refuge in My Soul

I’ve taken
refuge
in my soul.

You are the
only thing
that is real
I whisper.

You are the
only thing
I can control
I sigh.

I cannot
cure the
madness of men.

I cannot
make them
more loving
and kind.

I can only
be the change
I wish to see
in the world.

One act
of love and
kindness
at a time.

I will
love my
enemy.

Then
I will
have none.

I will
love my
neighbor
as myself.

Then
I will need
no fences.

I will
grow the light
within me.

Then
I will
lighten
the darkness
without.