"knowhow" poems
It was but was not god nor goddess.
It was but was not deva nor devi.
It was but was not angel nor demon.
It was but was not metaphysical being of any kind.
It was but had not any name nor could it be named.
It was but had not any face nor likeness.
It was but had not any body or corporeal state.
It was but had not any form nor lack of form.
It was but not incarnate nor disincarnate.
It was but was not existent nor non-existent.
It was but could be described in words in any way.
It was but had not depth nor height nor breadth nor volume.
It was but could not be measured in any way.
It was but had not materiality of any kind.
It was but had not immateriality of any kind.
It was but had not space nor lack of space.
It was but had not direction nor lack of direction.
It was but had not nothingness.
It was but had not somethingness.
It was but had not anythingness.
It was but had not beingness.
It was but not Isness or non-Isness.
It was but had not light nor dark.
It was but had not wetness nor dryness.
It was but was not nowhere.
It was but was not nowhere.
It was but was not somewhere.
It was but was not anywhere.
It was and then It manifested the nature of Its essence
and became the universe and all that was in the universe.
All that was incarnate and disincarnate.
All that was physical and metaphysical.
All that was existent and non-existent.
And still It was.
It manifested Itself in ignorance of Its own nature as the Isness of the Universe,
in order to participate in the existence It had created from Its own essence,on an equal and fair level with humanity.
It gave of its own essence by putting a small piece of its own essence--the individual Isness-which is equal and autonomous and individual and independent--into all human bodies,both female and male,at conception.
And It made humans ignorant of their nature--the individual Isness--
as It made itself ignorant of Its own nature.
And then It set humans and Itself the Riddle of the Existence
that had come from Its manifestation of its nature as the universe and all that was in it.
It posed these three questions to humanity and to Itself.
1--Who am I?.
2--Why am I here?.
3--When I knowhow I am then what is my purpose?.
Who am I?.
Like all humans,and for the sake of fairness,
It manifested Itself into ignorance of its own nature also.
The Isness of the Universe set humans the task of realising their own nature--which is the individual Isness--as an equal individual autonomous and independent part of the essence of the Isness of the Universe,so that they could then show the Isness of the Universe Its own essence and then share existence together.
The principle governing Its action in creating the universe and all it contains, especially humanity,was that before you can reach the heights of existence you must go through the depths of existence.
Why am I here?.
Obviously I am here to answer the first question.
After answering the first question --which can only be done existentially and not intellectually--
there would then be the third question to be answered.
The answer to the first question lies in regaining your existential nature--the individual Isness--as a small but equal,independent, individual,nameless,formless,genderless and non-physical Isness formed from the Isness of the Universe which is free from Mind and Conditioned Identity.
The answer does NOT lie in amassing the false knowledge of all "religions" and "political systems that the Mind and Conditioned Identity have created in order to mislead the individual Isness from realising ,existentially,its true nature.
The Isness of the Universe did not want a world of maniputed puppets,as the Mind/Conditioned Identity,does but in order to achieve fairness in solving the Riddle of Existence,it gave humanity these attributes and the ability to live out their opposites.
Freedom of Will.
Freedom of Choice.
Freedom of speech.
Freedom of Truthfulness.
Freedom of Association.
Freedom of Debate.
Freedom from Violence.
Agreement to Disagree.
www.beyondenlightenment.co.uk
Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 1:21 AM UTC
Look at these people,
they think they are free,
can't they see,
there is a fee
to be "me" or "we".
Turn on your TV
tell me what you see.
Does anyone care what you think;
does your opinion make a difference?
Are you naive enough to believe an untold truth?
Will you follow in my footprints of proof?
If you answer is yes,
let me guess,
you have empirical knowhow;
you've never picked up a book;
you ain't guna start now.
I want you to seek out false propaganda,
take that man off his soap box.
Find the tape;
cut out the ***** in which the lies lie,
the flies fly,
the ties tie,
the dying die.
I ask too much of the world,
expect intelligence
and only receive disappointment.
Where is the need for knowledge?
Nov 8, 2012
Nov 8, 2012 at 5:55 PM UTC
Someplace between
sky and ground
Clouds rage.
Betwixt moments
Notions and thought,
We too, rampage.
Both unaware from whence either came.
Somewhere from nowhere
They appeared and dissipate,
These cloud’s assuage.
Somehow is to knowhow,
Fits of pique palliate.
Two storms passing, unashamed,
Somewhat into an afterthought.
PFL
Jun 11, 2016
Jun 11, 2016 at 3:23 PM UTC
Truth is the word
That we’ve always
embroidered
Onto my pillow
But instead
It’s that I’ve never had
Enough knowhow
To sew my
Secrets anywhere
Except the
Soft, pin-cushiony
Pink of my lips
It is always you
With truth shears in
The hand you’re always
Extending
That sets them
Free
To fly and
Find light
Your work on
Our tapestry
With little fingers
And quiet tenderness
That many
Will never
Feel
Your vision
Of our bigger picture
Unravels before me
Making more sense
With Every stitch
When I leave my
Heart
In places so
Cold
You help me
Pull strings
To drag me back
To myself
You remind me
That my fabric is
Fragile and
Precious,
But never to fear
Cutting away
What no longer
Fits
Being Raggedy Ann
Always comes with
Its share
Of loose threads
And I’m forever
Thankful
That you
Tie them,
Hands un-judging
In knots
As intricate
And beautiful
As your soul.
Apr 3, 2017
Apr 3, 2017 at 12:47 PM UTC
at the end of light, more light.
it is why I have been walking.
since you’ve known me
I have walked.
I am leery
of your sadness- you’ve mock deer
on your lawn.
you bird watch.
you rake a single leaf, give up.
sadness is your gut is
tamped properly. when I recall
on highway of abandoned upkeep
pipe tobacco
and knowhow
my hands
make visor.
a car slowly passes
other cars. I call this car
my death, and then revise.
Jul 7, 2012
Jul 7, 2012 at 12:12 PM UTC
she looked down at the dog’s cancerous paw
rubbing again the medicated salve
produced from politicized plant material
and a little ole American knowhow
a slight grumble escapes his floppy jowls
the ever-present battle against carcinogens
as, daily, we breathe what fukushima offers
and drink fluoridated water
while pesticides may as well be considered
a nutritional supplement
she reaches down and pats a greying head absentmindedly
from 68 lbs. back to 110
one year and seven months of cannabis oil
has given us a new lease
on an old dog
visions of my mother in the end-of-life care facility bed
stuffing pounds into capsules to grant life
falling short when it was needed most
four months and 12 days ago
I couldn’t do for her what I did for my dog
she takes the old man out to the field adjacent our home
he runs and bounds
stops to munch grass
and roll around on the green he cannot see
the green rolls around in my head
as I cannot see either
Jun 2, 2015
Jun 2, 2015 at 2:11 PM UTC
Psyche soaking wet with devout atheism,
this lifetime skeptic now tenuously
linkedin with Unitarianism
attests, said upbringing proffered,
mine credo, gestalt,
leitmotif, sans abstractionism
eludes elucidation, delineation, clarification...
some readers might
dismiss as absurdism
defying established dogma fixed absolutism
millenniums, would be hashtagged heretical,
and such cavalier blithe
apostasy, declared alarmism,
now - twenty first century
extant accursed as alcoholism
within various non
Western statecraft enclaves,
barely tolerating agnosticism
no fool to *********
proclamations antithetical opinionism
where condemnation to death
(I obediently, humbly, and gladly accept)
inadequate punishment,
cited on par relegated to alienism,
amoralism, antiestablishmentarianism...
never does this anachronism
loosely cabled with pioneerism,
(when ****** forests bedecked America),
a veritable wilderness, necessitated
quintessential self survivalism
knowhow long since forgot,
which dependence on consumerism
finds yours truly afflicted against capitalism
commercialism, conformism, cultism et cetera
more aligned with reliance on individualism
nearly an extinct species,
where anti materialism
betrays, cavils, and discourages ecocentrism,
versus profit motive maximization,
though of late environmental dynamism
aggressive representative thank you
Greta Ernman Thunberg regarding criticism,
nee opprobrious global ecological terrorism
mandating staunch defeatism
as stave bulwark
against criminal determinism
to wreak irrevocable traitorous dogmatism
predicated on tenets of egocentrism
brewed, steeped, and
galvanized in exceptionalism
of **** sapiens and expansionism
exclusive to said primate
that requires serious assessment,
asper bracketing craven
doctrinairism edified fundamentalism
granting humans unfettered expansionism!
Mar 23, 2019
Mar 23, 2019 at 3:52 PM UTC
she called herself
and I stocked up on quarters
cause it wasn't Open Source code
and no browser supported it
it was more RedHat than Mozilla
no IE 3 or 4
took more than Javascript
Knowhow
more than parsing
the stack
had to ping her
when I got money
and often times
got no return
it timed out
Jun 6, 2017
Jun 6, 2017 at 10:37 PM UTC
Knowhow they don't allow
and
education is a crime,
but what if we learn by our mistakes?
computer fraud by the overlord
it's
Babylon born
cut the umbilical cord.
It takes a revelation
a ten times decimation
get up to set up be knocked back
get on track
and then time kicks in
and the game of many halves is
halved again
the field's the same,
the players change.
We get nowhere and knowhow is
somehow to blame
another half blown
but it's the
same old game
.
Mar 5, 2017
Mar 5, 2017 at 1:53 PM UTC
Banish the thoughts of why, wherefore or how
Bereft in adventures lived perilously now,
Beholding to principles upheld by the rich
Tho scorned by ******** who laughed with the *****
Ridiculed in bathtub whilst scrubbing her ****
Of the cobbles and nobbles intriguing low class,
Perish the thoughts of why, wherefore and how
Or run the gauntlet of ******** the sow.
Perish the thought of ******** the sow
Relinquishing all of my hard won knowhow
Delivered in spades whilst scaling that tree
Of ascendancy valued so highly by me.
Lost to this world in a passionless kiss
Decreed a disaster and seen as remiss.
So perish the thoughts of why wherefore and how
Or die by indulgencies knife a low brow.
M.
29 March 2018
Mar 28, 2018
Mar 28, 2018 at 11:26 PM UTC