#spiritualism
For to rest in the gymnasium
Is to watch others wrestle.
There is no pendulum
Which is not but itself a pebble.
I am the gnomon.
For all are free
And each person is their own mason.
From the block of marble we chisel
Out who are ourselves.
Apr 24, 2025
Apr 24, 2025 at 1:12 AM UTC
Delineations on wisdom
Can be but delineations of ignorance!
Delineations of wisdom
Can be but disfigurations by the ignorant!
Is there a difference?
There is a difference!
Apr 23, 2025
Apr 23, 2025 at 9:15 PM UTC
Some universal common ancestor,
Some roots we all share.
That's how it is, right?
**** some connection
To the natural world around us,
**** the universe.
It's in the symbolism of it,
It's by the reality of it.
What can one say?
We do what we can with what we're given.
I don't know about that,
But whatever brings comfort.
Some find comfort inside caskets;
Some in the idea of the end of it,
Some on the idea of a new beginning.
Some find comfort outside in nature;
Some in the idea of being a part of it,
Some on the idea of being apart from it.
It's recognizing you are already seperate,
Yet still totally together with it.
Apr 23, 2025
Apr 23, 2025 at 2:40 PM UTC
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...
Apr 18, 2025
Apr 18, 2025 at 11:34 AM UTC
The greatest poem I ever wrote
was the note I left to a future friend,
a wish, I hoped, that would project
my hopeful mind, and sense of depth.
The greatest thought I ever spared
a future in a dream I'd shared.
A piece within a scene complete,
the place where mind and spirit meet.
The greatest step I ever took,
to take the time enough to look,
to raid my thoughts and scour my mind,
and on my trail my friend I find.
The greatest friend I ever knew.
The friend a thousand times consumed.
By glowing screen and jingling bell.
My friend, I wish, would be myself.
Apr 2, 2025
Apr 2, 2025 at 6:20 PM UTC
There's a scale at which rocks crumble.
A time by which the old leaves tumble.
A cadence to the clap of thunder.
A pace at which new grass will wander.
There is a scale at which man feeds,
and such a scale would have no need,
if hunger could be left behind.
Then maybe in another time,
We'd walk with ants, and grow with pines.
We'd swim with comets, drift with planets,
and maybe curb our eating habits.
We'd fly with bees, and swim with titans,
and our descendants would enlighten
and inform our view of Earth
of all nature and its worth,
and down to every single cell,
we'd love the earth and treat it well.
Mar 20, 2025
Mar 20, 2025 at 11:40 AM UTC
"Jesus, son of Stada, is the Jesus, son of Pandira?"
Rav Hisda said, "The husband was Stadia and the lover was Pandora. His name was Spartacus & her name was Pythia."
"But was not the husband Nicodemus, son of Socrates and the mother Juno?"
"No. His mother was Raet-Tawy, who let her hair grow long and was called Maccabees." Maacah says about her: "She was unfaithful to her husband."
"But what of the roots of his tree?"
"The fruit that you see be not enough?"
"What of that which still eludes me?"
Do you still wonder?
Feb 14, 2025
Feb 14, 2025 at 4:40 PM UTC
Am I even religious? I ask myself.
Am I spiritual? I ponder.
Feudal, socialist, capitalist, fascist?
Hmmm.
Am I more over here,
Or more over there?
What's my hereditary, what specific mix;
Where exactly am I from?
From where did my family come,
Where have we been?
What did we take part in?
It's interesting,
But where are we going?
What's the heading?
Feb 13, 2025
Feb 13, 2025 at 11:32 AM UTC
He stands upon a stalk of grain,
Rested atop a leaf,
Balanced on the branch of a tree,
Nestled on the back of an amphibian
Four who salute longevity.
She comes as a breeze,
Graceful & gently.
As like spring blossoms
She extends an offering,
Ripe & sweet
Is the fruit of her peach.
Those given to fanfare of the stork;
Who hold nature, like the cosmos, sacred
And celebrate its different changes & forms.
Feb 9, 2025
Feb 9, 2025 at 4:18 AM UTC
If you can't find
God in you
You will
Never find God
Anywhere
Search
Right there
Deeply embedded
A light inside
All the best
Oct 21, 2020
Oct 21, 2020 at 10:29 PM UTC
The first time my third eye opened, the world was horrifying to view.
I could see my entire life, each mistake glaring at me and pounding against my psyche.
Every good moment collided with the bad,
The future turned inside out and bathed me in a gory downpour of the viscera of moments to come.
Now, each time the sparks and fires start in my brain, it reopens
And with this golden eye of the blind gods, I'll stare into everyone's souls.
I'll watch all of you and judge you by the contents of your very essence.
I'll see you in the way you refuse to see yourself.
Because if people see what they want to see,
I've made it my duty to see the truth in all of it's slithering glory
As it encircles the apple, and beckons me forward.
Oct 7, 2019
Oct 7, 2019 at 10:47 AM UTC
The room buzzes around me as I sit and stare into the wall stretching into eternity before me.
The flesh mannequins grin they're crooked and deceitful smiles, and speak in encoded tongues.
I read the lines between them and their words,
Slicing context from the arteries like my box cutter draining my poisoned blood.
The voice whispers for me to leave them to their own repetitive stories
And to isolate myself from the prying eyes of God.
As I close my blind eye, and rip open my third one,
The brain fires begin.
Sep 26, 2019
Sep 26, 2019 at 11:52 AM UTC
A bloodline sharpened and honed by years of misfortune,
Until it comes to a fine and refined point like the tip of my jawbone blade.
I am the prophet.
The future seer from a family destined to muddy the waters.
I stare into the eyes of the abyss until its gaze falls into my trap
And my third eye opens
Revealing what will be in visions from days yet to come.
Sep 26, 2019
Sep 26, 2019 at 9:52 AM UTC
I lost the faith
I never had
And became the laugh
That echoes itself
Crashing off damp cave
Walls
Interrupted by drops
Of condensation.
I found the faith
I never had
And saw the hills move
With steady rhythm
Grass green as a child's
Questions
Cow parsley swaying
With the cold wind.
The sky was still
And the ocean flowed.
The eggs round
And fragile
Sat in their nests.
Everything remained in
Its place, but everything
Was different.
I became the laugh
That laughs with others
I drink whole milk
And gaze into the sun
Blinded by purity
Deafened by possibility
In the arrested daylight of
the present.
Sep 18, 2019
Sep 18, 2019 at 8:35 AM UTC
one.
i am more than myself.
the sum of my parts;
brain, liver, heart
only make up a fraction of what exists within this body.
would i understand this better without the prison of thought?
would i feel more without glands and adrenaline, or less?
i dont ever 'believe' anything.
instead, i 'know'.
two.
there are colours we can't see,
a whole world is hidden to me,
yet my father still believes i am insane when i tell him about the universe.
universes.
we can't prove we're the only one.
the world i was born into is a prison; why was i born here?
why was i born me?
three.
why do we like some rhythms better than others?
i only had two things to list, but two is a bad number.
why do we sleep?
because we get sleepy, but why?
i feel like a five year old searching for answers that no one has.
but
nine billion people in the world...
chances are someone has to know, right?
Jan 25, 2019
Jan 25, 2019 at 12:50 PM UTC
Why the perfections seem imperfect
When the perfectionist perfected the perfection!
Why is the soul seems empty
Even when everything's around
Why is the heart feels so void
When desires fulfilled
Why the inner self seems neglected
Even it's respected
And why the world seems so empty
When its creations are perfect!
Why everyone's restless
What's really missing?
Sep 24, 2018
Sep 24, 2018 at 2:09 PM UTC
I want to run away
Abandon everything that I've built up
I want to tear down my own creations
The products of my pain
I want to let go of everything
Throw myself into loss williningly
I want to start again from scratch
Or not start again at all
I want to blow through the sky as a cloud
I want to wander with my feet damp from the dew of the grass
I want to feel the cool night air
The glow of the moon bright on my skin
Illuminate those stars in my eyes again
I want to burn down my house
So I can leave no traces
I want to vanish back to where I came
I want to become life itself
One with all once more
I want the sun on my back
the rain on my skin
the breeze in my hair
the chill in my fingertips
I want to be no more than a spirit
A wandering soul
Seeking nothing and losing all
I want to leave this place
break loose from all my bonds
and start again as if I never had a 'before'
Apr 15, 2018
Apr 15, 2018 at 1:16 PM UTC
Mistakes are teachers
Life lessons learned
Unseen doors opened
From bridges burned
Allies turn enemies
Friends become foe
Death do us parts
Now have knives in tow
Brown eyes on faces
Green with envy within
Bestowed the smallest of power
True colors now show
Virtue is earned
Loyalty shines bright
When you're the lowest
Stalwarts join the fight
Brutus now exposed
Healing has began
The ides failed in their treachery
Adversity defines the man
Now rise, rise up
From the ashes of hate
Your future has just started
With happiness it's never too late
Feb 25, 2018
Feb 25, 2018 at 8:39 AM UTC
Destiny is determined
There'll be no eternal bliss
Fate was sealed with it's fatal kiss
No longer thinking for yourself
Letting it's calling
Be your compass
Surrendering your mental fortitude
Allowed it to be broken down
From a constitutional latitude
Diagnosed as terminal
Malignant raging attitude
Againgst all humanity
Expressed in displays of moral turpitude
Hope's light is fading
Darkness moving in
The battle is waged daily
Never seen but alone
The screams are empty
From a voice without sound
For this battle is my own
Feb 24, 2018
Feb 24, 2018 at 6:58 AM UTC