"godself" poems
The Artist
is one who is not satisfied by the lies of society
nor have they ever been,
nor will they ever be.
The Artist
is one who reflects back the so carelessly discarded toxins of society
so has it always been,
so shall it always be.
The Artist
is not satisfied with what has been created, no matter the beauty
so must it be
for more beauty to be made.
The Artist
is not one for rules and regulations
nor is he one for Authority
unless that authority is the Creative.
The Artist
is the harbinger of God
not in that he is of a particular religion,
but in that he reflects the Divinity of reality
even if in his own twisted, satirical way.
The Artist
is one who is compelled to imagine;
who is compelled to challenge the norms
as well as the taboos
of their time
The Artist
is a Prophet
of the Godself.
Apr 16, 2013
Apr 16, 2013 at 6:39 PM UTC
All it takes
to be a Mystic
is to be willing
to take mental risks
for a chance at greater understanding;
All it takes
to be a Mystic
is to delve into the Void,
come back with some new thing
and share that thing with the World;
All it takes
to be a Mystic
is to be sensitive
to one's own Path
reminding others of theirs;
All it takes
to be a Mystic
is to not be afraid
to defy your Time, peers and Culture
to bring forth the Divinity inherent in everything;
All it takes
to be a Mystic
is not not be deterred
by what you are told, but instead
to be guided by what you feel truest in yourself;
All it takes
to be a Mystic
is to be able to interpret
and take things symbolically,
*Mythos and Logos*, synesthetically creating a new mutual Reality;
All it takes
to be a Mystic
is to be willing and able
to be a Prism for the Divine;
to purify the Mirror of your being;
All it takes
to be a Mystic
is to be Artistic; Creative and Imaginative,
not that the Mystic must be an Artist, or that any Artist is a Mystic,
but that the Mystic is most naturally expressed through the various Artistic mediums;
To be an example for the masses
of just how the many are One
as One is truly the many
and thus All is Divine:
How the Universe itself
and all it's inhabitants
are the expressions
reflections and
manifestations
of the Godself;
An illusion,
A Dream:
**Godself
and self
is One.**
--
All is a Chapel of Sacred Mirrors
divided by Mind
into Self and Other,
but all is truly Godself:
Collective Unconscious and Personal Conscious,
Brahman and Ātman,
Godself and Self;
One in the same.
Tat tvam asi.
All it takes
to be a Mystic
is to be willing and able
to look inward and learn:
Godself and Self;
One in the Same.
Apr 17, 2013
Apr 17, 2013 at 3:21 AM UTC
The Natural World is not so benevolent.
Though, I don't mean that it is malevolent,
but with things like Disease, Entropy and Radiation,
I would say that the odds certainly are not in our Favour.
Yet, here we are.
An act of sheer Defiance
to an otherwise inanimate Reality.
A Being of Reason, Creativity, Interpretation, Intuition and Consciousness
observing the cold assumed lifelessness of the Crystallization of this Epoch of Energy.
I speak not of the benevolent and malevolent Energies
which perhaps permeate and flow through this Reality,
but those, to me, don't necessarily qualify as "Natural" in this sense;
they are super-natural, para-natural, or hyper-natural. Pre-natural, even.
I speak of tangible, scientific, here-and-now "Reality"; whatever that means.
Matter and the Energies we know of that are subsets of it.
Gravity, Electromagnetism, the Strong and Weak Nuclear forces.
This Physical Prison of Godself; like a physical Dream
from which One cannot awaken until Death.
Perhaps not even then? Who knows?
Who are we, who yet live, to say?
Maybe it's a case-by-case basis;
but, in any case, I digress:
The Natural World is a Force to be reckoned with;
it holds the Powers of Sustenance as well as Annihilation
yet we so take it for granted and **** pillage and plunder it evermore systematically
That's just bad form.
Conciser Reverence
though not religiously so;
merely giving Thanks to
the Forces which sustain us.
Respecting
the Forces which sustain us.
Earth. Sun. Water. Air. The interplay of these things.
The Plants that give themselves to us as nutrients
as well as the Animals that do the same.
The fact that you have a left and a right Brain. A Body and Mind.
That the Sun rises each Day and you're born anew with it in ways.
If we truly give Thanks
for all of these things and more,
our perspectives will enlighten a bit,
and Reality will become wholly Holy;
Holistic:
and we can finally begin, again,
to move on.
Jul 20, 2013
Jul 20, 2013 at 12:12 PM UTC
Armed with knowledge
of any given set of rules,
One inherits great Power:
arbitration of One's own
Be well-versed
enough to be able to subverse
any and all obstacles, however adverse,
and, moreover, to be able to transverse
thyself (and, by extension, thy universe!)
perchance edified by some means of verse,
(but not necessarily: bask in the diverse!)
during this sacred and fleeting saga of the converse
called Life: denied, defamed, and defiled by perverse
and attenuated souls; true cowards: unwilling to traverse
their own inner darkness, rather opting for the reverse:
to turn themselves schismatically and indefinitely averse
to the divine, ineffable, and limitless inverse:
So this plea, please:
Just be you,
let them be them.
Let me be me,
and let her be her.
Let him be him,
just let us be us.
Just let us.
Lettuce.
*("Why he talkin' 'bout lettuce now, mommy?"
"I guess he just think he funny, the fool!")*
Look, point is:
You are you and I am not,
and I'm okay with that.
I am I and you are not,
and I'm okay with that.
I hope you feel the same.
If not, by me it's coo',
yet I jus' gotta say:
I pity the foo'.
Bask in the holy beauty of this Life
while you still have the chance.
Truly, Solace awaits those who are willing to face this unchangeable aspect of this Life:
Diversity is the nature of this Universe;
the Void is One is Two are Three are the Ten Thousand
(et cetera, blah blah blah)
Get over it and strive for balance.
Maintain balance.
Create it.
Be it.
Be able to lose balance and find it again and again and again...
Be it.
Be you.
I'll be me.
I'll try, at least.
I hope you do, too.
I mean, I hope you try to be you,
not that you try to be me..
'cause that's for me to do.. not you. that's..
oh jesus, here we go!
Foremost,
One must harmonize with One's own Godself.
Nary another
can or will do that for you,
nor shall ye for any other.
So, whatsayeth thou:
let's just try
and we'll see just what we can do.
I'm optimistic,
albeit a sign of weakness in such a needlessly vampyristic world.
Please,
heed my verse
should ye be so apt,
or, rather:
inclined!
Thank you for reading.
Blessings upon thy Path.
May 16, 2016
May 16, 2016 at 7:45 AM UTC
Stop and breathe; close thine Eyes.
You may begin to notice
the Momentum of your Mind,
pushing ever on
in any direction it can fathom.
Stop and breathe; close thine Eyes.
Learn to look inward
and how to recognize
the aspects of your Self
we so demonize;
and see how they can cooperate:
if we'd only seek to integrate,
if only they were shown some respect,
if only we knew to detect.
Slow down and learn to Yield
without being defeated;
Yielding and Defeat
are wholly separate things.
Slow down and bear witness to Within from Within,
for thy reality fractals outwards from thy Godself;
Learn to detect Godself
then you can see
how it is all,
yet is it no single thing:
Tao and Zen;
Simplistic Paradox.
Just let yourself be.
Jun 26, 2013
Jun 26, 2013 at 5:56 AM UTC
The Universe
is a manifestation
of the Music of the Godself,
and I am a personification of that Universe.
Music is not my Medium; I am that of Music.
The Universe at any given time
is the "All-Chord" of that moment;
The Harmony of all that is,
implying a motion
forward in time
perhaps towards resolution?
Not if Entropy has anything to say about it,
which, by now, it certainly seems to.
What a queer Symphony is this Existence,
that implores Entropy to be Maestro!
A Babushka Doll Set of Paradoxes,
Perfect!
May 6, 2013
May 6, 2013 at 11:44 AM UTC
*Holding small reminders within the moments after
Frail in our own existence
Laid bare now
You have seen my darkness first hand
There is no more to me now
Self respect crumbled in pavements travelled by many a stranger
Satin touch of the purest existence
Madness holds me close to my godself
Madness frees me from my illusions of this world
There is only love which exists
Some love to love
Some live to write of love laid upon the shore
Some live to fight , to ****
Love is all there is when faced with self denial
Hold me within the softness of rose petals
But when you drop me
The thorns will make me whole again
Blood red
Beautiful
Happy to be alive within
Even if to you all
You only see a broken frame*
Dec 28, 2012
Dec 28, 2012 at 5:46 AM UTC
As I lay in the corner
hunched over in tears
you stand before me in shadow,
we've not spoken in years.
"How are you, what's it like?" I implore,
met with comfortable Silence:
Enlightenment galore.
Though you have not recently
been in this realm,
you seem to be fine
and quite underwhelmed.
"There's nothing quite like it"
you reply with a grin
"It's almost like someone
got rid of Sin,"
"Why is it you wish
to know what it's like?
Perhaps you would like
to come on a hike?"
"No, I'm not quite ready
for that I'm afraid;
I've too much yet to do today,
there's much Art to be made."
"Ah yes, so I see
this seems to be true,
but who cares for such Art,
Art made by you?"
"I care not for how many care for it,
but I do care that anyone does at all.
I wish to immerse myself in all kinds of expression,
to preclude a sort of subconscious regression.
I care not for those who seek profit, like you,
but I would like to perchance become a Prophet anew;
though not of an -ism or even an -ology,
though perhaps for some secular abstract new-found old Spirituality.
One wherein all is but creative Godself
looking at itselves
in trillions of shattered mirrors
upon multidimensional shelves
and, odd though it may seem,
All is One through it,
yet as separate, All dreams."
"You, my Child, may be a gift unto Man.
Were I alive, I'd be your number one fan."
"You flatter me, Apparition,
but you were already my fan
far before my Path ever even began.
Still, I must ask, if indeed I can;
O familiar Ghost, tell me, what is thy plan?
"My plan, my Child, is to live on within you,
to continue your journey upon this thy subtle Path.
To set ablaze this boundless passion I sense within you.
To live in the shades of greys between the Black and White
To know that you are alive.
To know that you ever lived.
Your Mother and I both deeply love you
and though I have died, I live on within you."
And that was the last
conversation I had
with my dear old friend
that I had in my Dad.
T'was not in the land of the waking
this conversation was had,
t'was in a dream he spoke to me,
my ethereal Dad.
I seek neither pity nor compassion for Pain,
I seek only to try to explain
the infinitely vivid field of Experience
to which we're all subjected by some strange spirit valence:
**Thy Path, thine in Time.
You walk it for a reason,
even if obscured.
Time unfolds thy Path,
yet before Time was it set;
thine and thine alone:
Let no thing stray thee from thy Path.**
Apr 22, 2013
Apr 22, 2013 at 4:57 AM UTC
Far too many
are blinded by what they see,
deafened by what they hear,
pascified by what they do,
valued by what they have,
and numbed by what they feel.
Dare to venture yet deeper
within thy own being.
Do not surrender so lightly
to spiritual atrophy
for thy Godself shall suffice!
Thy Well
is not to be so shallow
even in the worst known droughts
of the Soul.
Feb 2, 2016
Feb 2, 2016 at 4:05 PM UTC
Happiness
is being true to thyself
and having the courage
to mantain thy integrity
in the face of adversity.
Though thy path
may well be tumultuous,
t'is thy Path, and no other's,
and nary another
shall be able
to keep thee from thyself
if only thou wouldst
remain at thy reigns,
then within thyself,
thou shallt e'er reign.
Therein lies the quest of Happiness.
One owes it to One's Godself to be just that.
Apr 24, 2016
Apr 24, 2016 at 7:03 PM UTC
The Body is a Cathedral
in which Mind is the Cardinal.
The All-Creative Godself
is that to which
this Cathedral of Body is built
as is everything else;
Reflections of Tao,
Cathedrals of All-Creative Godself.
Apr 16, 2013
Apr 16, 2013 at 6:51 PM UTC
I usually do T'ai Chi
when everyone else has gone to sleep.
Not really because I'm bashful about it,
although I am,
but because I do it when
I slow down enough to remember
that it's there
to do.
-
I think of it as sparring with one's Chi;
Pull the Energy in, push it back out:
Pretend that your ****** actions are as breaths
for a larger Godself-energy, or Chi,
and the universal sustaining Energy being breathed is Tao
(For lack of better terms, hah!)
Visualization makes the Energy more real in the Mind
and who's to say it can't follow elsewhere?
May the Force be with you.
Jul 7, 2013
Jul 7, 2013 at 11:20 AM UTC
In good Time,
Self can escape Mind
as Shadow seeks Things;
words, *** Ego, and blame,
One's true Self seems to sleep.
The Universe is a vessel of, and temple to,
Godself.
Your Body is also vessel of, and temple to,
Godself.
Logos and Mythos
are as two color filters
applied to the process of Developing the film that is one's Perspective;
to intentionally only use one filter
is to restrict oneself and one's understanding
to only that portion of the image:
the image is infinitely Holistic.
Slow down;
let your Mind recollect
let your Self grow and reach for the stars.
Aug 25, 2013
Aug 25, 2013 at 3:52 PM UTC
One's Mind is as a Prism
One's Body is a Mirror;
One's Reality is a reflection
of that Prism on that Mirror:
The functionality of one's Prism
becomes apparent
as the images reflected upon their Mirrors
become manifest:
We ourselves are all Sacred Mirrors;
Our lives are Divinity itself
and our Bodies are the Cathedral
where Art is stained-glass windows and Prayer
all of which built as an effigy to the Godself
in order to re-acknowledge the Godself
and to defy the Illusion of separation
inherent in our mortal Existence within this
Chapel of Sacred Mirrors
we've come to call the Universe.
We ourselves as well as all that we perceive are Reflections of the Divine,
thus collectively and holistically All becomes a Chapel of Sacred Mirrors.
Apr 17, 2013
Apr 17, 2013 at 1:36 AM UTC
The All-Creative Godself,
in order to keep itself amused,
slips periodically and intentionally into a Dream
in order to stage a Play
wherein it plays all roles:
Actors, Plot, Context,
Script, Lighting, Director,
Author and Audience.
The Play of the Godself,
known as Māyā in Hindu Philosophy,
is the illusory perception of separation
of Ātman and Brahman;
of Self and Godself;
made so in order for the Godself to distract itself
from the fact that it plays all roles simultaneously and perpetually:
After all, if there is no apparent struggle for improvement of oneself and of the world at large,
nor winding and hidden path leading towards Enlightenment;
what is the purpose of the Play of the All-Creative Godself?
--
There is no boundary other than Perception
between Self and Godself.
Apr 17, 2013
Apr 17, 2013 at 1:26 AM UTC
Sitting with Eyes closed,
feet crossed, relaxed,
with mind and hands open;
Within the Void of the Screen
of the mental Non-stimuli,
something so curious
begins to unfold:
The Mind,
when left alone,
will construct for itself
a sort-of playground of thoughts.
These thoughts are not the Enemy;
they are indications and signals;
they are residual reverberations
of higher-dimensional activity;
that is to say, if I may,
of a higher-dimensional Entity,
the physical shell of which is Body;
unto itself a Chapel of Sacred Mirrors;
Organs, Chakras, Emotion, Reason;
a Vessel for something Greater:
Thy Godself is there.
(hiding within the Chapel of Sacred Mirrors)
The Godself is there:
(within the Chapel of Sacred Mirrors)
Allow thy Godself
to become actualized,
all else shall fall into place;
though not before it has all
fallen terribly out of place.
Thy Path implies sacrifice;
Sacrifice not thy Path.
Jun 29, 2013
Jun 29, 2013 at 8:01 AM UTC
The Void was pregnant with infinite potential.
The Universe is the OneSong which which was born of an ****** of Spirit and Energy
The result is a realm of frozen Energy imbued with Spirit,
Subject to Time, Creativity, the laws of Physics and Mortality.
Existence is Temporary yet perpetually cyclical.
Seamless.
Beautiful.
All reflects the creative Godself.
Apr 15, 2013
Apr 15, 2013 at 4:29 PM UTC
In terms of metaphysical well-being,
do not attempt to find external solutions to internal problems.
Though external solutions may, at best, catalyze opportunities,
they tend to serve as a temporary comfort or distraction
rather than a cure for the nature of the problem at hand;
A "bad mood"
is a great opportunity
to tune your Consciousness.
Life is full of those moments;
the purpose of them
is to learn from them
and grow.
Look outward for information.
Look within for understanding.
Actualize your Godself.
Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 9:44 PM UTC
One, who can't, or merely won't,
be sensitive to One's own Godself
deserves to be One's own captive
rather than One's own master.
Jun 13, 2014
Jun 13, 2014 at 1:50 AM UTC