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And so we all do this thing
Of using what one has said
Against who themselves said it.
Is it rejection? Deflection?
Is it acceptance? Confrontation?
It's about how we choose to take it,
Not how another interprets it.
Right?
I heard a wise man saying,
"I wouldn't just abandon a friend
Simply because they were going through
Some strange parasocial moment.
Although, I will admit
That I may not fully understand it.
That I might not be able
To fully appreciate their perception
Of whatever given situation."

For, you see,
We can only truly speak
On that of our perspectives.
Yet, compassion is itself wisdomous.
I walked through this world with my arms open wide
Challenging
Trusting the signs
They had a lesson
Sharp and uncouth
Forget about Wisdom
Forget about the truth
I was bit by a dog
A dog with a rabid tooth
I blame the whole **** thing on my youth
My arms open wide I’ll tell you the truth
Lessons are learned through shadow and will
They’re not always gentle
They’re not always still
But in this moment, not in the right frame of mind
It wasn’t about the dog or the bite
But the fever that came
The broken skin
the head hanging shame
The excruciating pain
I found solace in the moment
Still Feeling naïve
Even the truest of true can be deceived
In that moment, as I watch myself bleed
The lesson became as clear as clear could be
Wisdom and truth are earned
Through blood sweat and pain
By showing up paying attention and playing the game
Always remember A rabid dog can be tamed
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Ah, yes. Holocaust. Genocide. Yes. Pagans are familiar with that. Just not in the way that you think.

Ah, yes. Holocaust. Genocide. Yes. Abrahamics are familiar with that. Just not in the way that you think.

I've got an inquisition I've put together! We've got to exercise! Burn all these things! For surely they contain evil spirits! For why else would someone think differently from me?

No! Hogwash. Darwin? You must be mad, man! For surely you don't also contest that the Earth is the center of all of the heavens! If we're not special, why else do we exist as we exist?

Do you believe more in the imperfect or the perfect? Do you assign more value to the material or the immaterial? Is there correlation between those two? There is an obvious relation comparatively within each question. For they could be graphed on a spectrum, if one were able to conceive of that. But what is "perfect?" But what is "immaterial?" For I may find the perfections in the imperfect. For I may reach and could touch the immaterial.

No! Some council several hundred years ago settled this! No! I don't know & I don't need to know who attended. Don't need to understand that moment's political atmosphere. The motivations and intentions of those who participated. I just need to worship! I just need to worship! I just need to worship! I just need to worship! I just need to worship! I just need to worship! I just need to worship!
I just need...
War on poverty, war on drugs, war on education, war on liberty: war on, I say! War on!
You can't fight me, I'm "religious!"
You shouldn't be fighting! You're "religious!"
We know that which we know.
That being that we only know
That which is learning, to grow.
That knowing is to learn.
It is to never completely be sure
Of that which you already understand,
Yet to be totally assured.
For in that ignorance,
There is wisdom.
for the mind's eye
the vision can be
darker & unreal

for the mind's voice
the whisper can be
provoking & manipulative

for the mind's thoughts
a great chasm, Canyon
 of ancient wisdom
achieved & level-unlocked
by inscriptions, Experience
& ages you stroll in this
peaceful & slowly rotting Earth
an ancient greybeards

for the mind’s wisdom
no thought is new
.
  All things return
recycled as dust
as fire
as word
as prayer, as plastic.
Maryann I Apr 5
Beneath the hush of silver rain,
a seed waits in the dark—
not for lack of light,
but in honor of time.


The river does not rush the stone,
nor the moon beg the sun for dawn.
Even stars take centuries
to whisper their names in light.

Patience is the hush in the hallway
before the door opens,
the breath before the answer,
the ache before the bloom.

Learn from the tree—
how it bears the weight of seasons
without breaking.
How it drinks storms and silence
without complaint.


You are becoming.
Not in bursts,
but in slow, sacred folds
of being.

Let the days pass.
Let the sky spin.
You are not late—
you are rooting.
witch Apr 2
fig
faint divine sun dances
between trees and branches
falling upon my fig tree
open my rib, set my heart free.

~and all our fingers,
all our veins,
each are branches of a mission.
and with life we wrinkle,
with age we sacrifice fertile freedom. enlightment keeps us alive
like the nurturing water.
but immortality?
fig is the fruit of realization, as golden wisdom rays bless you, forever.
immortality is
in the wisdom of mysteries.~

fig is a wise man
sitting on a vast, ancient land.
his eyes seem to find something,
in the secrets mist held.

~and you search
all fountains,
all cups,
yet you found it in a lake.
and never,
never so immortal you were,
so thirsty for truth.
fig blessed you,
like the early morning sun rays.
your heart was never so exposed, never so ******,
never so touched...~

under her fig tree.
i had a fig tree, on a big field where gods set my soul free.
Arthur Vaso Apr 2
Within days
to lose your eyesight
fear boils from inside
darkness complete
never mind to drive away
racing cars impossible
retinas now stars in the sky
now that I am the passenger
in my own car, along for the ride
I observe
now I truly see
I did go about 90% from detached Retinas, and very scary indeed, however they can now operate on this and had my eyesight completely restored, so for about a month had to rely on good friends and neighbours to get about, we did have some fun, my neighbour didn't have a car and was thrilled to death to race around with mine. It is true, that when you can not see, sometimes you see more of who people are and the world around you. A valuable lesson indeed.
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