May 2011
133 posts
Just as milliards of bright sparks dance on the waters of an ocean above which one and the same moon is shining, so our evanescent personalities — the illusive envelopes of the immortal MONAD-EGO — twinkle and dance on the waves of Maya. They last and appear, as the thousands of sparks produced by the moon-beams, only so long as the Queen of the Night radiates her lustre on the running...
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"Same Mistake"
Let him who has done a good deed be silent; let him who has received it tell it (Seneca).
Saw the world turning in my sheets and once again I cannot sleep.
Walk out the door and up the street; look at the stars beneath my feet.
Remember rights that I did wrong, so here I go.
Hello, hello. There is no place I cannot go.
My mind is muddy but my heart is heavy. Does it show?
I lose the track...
Cry of the Beloved
The days grow short. My heart is yearning for the one whom I adore.
Hear the cry of my heart, and come away, my beloved.
Let us soar unto heights unknown upon a journey into a far land.
Unto the sea of glass will we go,
Unveiling that which was and revealing that which is to come.
David Kloefkorn
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solitude
To go into solitude, a man needs to retire as much from his chamber as from society.
I am not solitary whilst I read and write, though nobody is with me.
But if a man would be alone, let him look at the stars.
The rays that come from those heavenly worlds, will separate between him and what he touches. One might think the atmosphere was made transparent with this design, to give man, in the...
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The Green Lanuage
Divination is one of man’s oldest spiritual technologies, its origins lost in the shift from neolithic hunter-gatherers to settled agriculturalists. As the shaman developed into the priest, divination, along with all forms of spiritism, became codified into mythology. From a framework of mythic events and divination - literally readings of the divine - came language, which evolved over time...
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letter'd syllables the volant word
“So erst, ere rose the science to record
In letter’d syllables the volant word;
Whence chemic arts, disclosed in pictured lines,
Liv’d to mankind by hieroglyphic signs;
And clustering stars, pourtray’d on mimic spheres,
Assumed the forms of lions, bulls, and bears;
So erst, as Egypt’s rude designs explain,
Rose young Dione from the shoreless main;
Type of...
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Sailboats
I spent much time in this city
Searching the sky in puddles
Entered on your balcony fall
Drops of acid in the blood
In the longest nights with light twas
Frosting the morning and points south
Your dreams are sailing, sun-seekers
I have in my hands your heart.
A big storm came we crawled
To the gates of hell
I fell asleep in your arms
And the world will wake up shattered
In the...
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New Life ......
as earth or air subsides,
The ponderous atoms from the light divides,
Approaching parts with quick embrace combines,
Swells into spheres, and lengthens into lines.
Last, as fine goads the gluten-threads excite,
Cords grapple cords, and webs with webs unite;
And quick Contraction with ethereal flame
Lights into life the fibre-woven frame.—
Hence without parent by spontaneous birth
Rise the...
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Light as air ....
How could I be anything
but a leaf
on a day like this -
radiant blue sky, white clouds
earth covered with light
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What's the Point
Too many doctrines
Too many points of view
Too little understanding
Too few moments of bliss
Too many seconds
Too few hours
Too many alone
Too many binding
Too few thoughts
Too few internalize
Too many good
Too many bad
Too many
Too few
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Small Value
Sometimes things don’t work out quite the way
that you wanted them to
Sometimes people don’t do all the things
that you wanted them to
There are times when
the answers aren’t easy to see
Sometimes we’re on a road
going back to a place we never wanted to be
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Ode to Myself
Just as Walt Whitman would say,
if he were with me today…..
There is a “Song of Myself”,
A song that sings of my internal wealth.
A child of God, and also
able to make a friend out of every foe.
For I have true love inside
Any egotisms have surely died.
The beautiful song that strives to be heard
this song is clearer than any songbird.
There is no reason to feel...
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essence of every woman's heart
At the essence of every woman’s heart is the divine feminine. It contains everything that has ever been beautiful, or lovely, or inspiring, in any woman, anywhere, at any time. The very essence of every woman’s heart is the peak of wisdom, inspiration, and healing love. The peak of everything. But it’s protected, for good reason, by a series of concentric walls. To move inwardly from...
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“There is another little saying well known in the Far East which also applies in...”
– Lobsang Rampa “Twilight”
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Educate-Yourself →
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