Grazie Giordano Bruno!

Grazie Giordano Bruno!

A billion thanks unto you

Saint of cosmic pluralists.

Here's to us heretics

Perceiving more than meets

The shameful naked eye.

We are those whom disbelieve

In the uniqueness of HERE

And say: "Away with thee

Telluric solipsism!"

Malaprop Mythos was

Used to wipe slates clean as

Any impressionable canvas.

Anthropocentric obsession

Became a dreary drag ...

Preconditioned Responses = Precalculated Reactions

Such blasé indignities
Will no longer be tolerated —

Arise from ancient ash
Invoked for our cause
This globe is awash.

We should get going
Somewhere else awaits
Let's sing: "Toward dawn
May this treader be drawn!"

Climb up Contemplation Rock
Peer through the thin veneer
Find our actual selves floating free
Among a multiverse of possibilities
Liberated from any worldly want!

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Pantheism 101

For further info on this topic, please refer to: 

World Pantheist Movement.

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Pantheism 101

It's not that we believe in everything
Nor consider nature to be God.
Rather, we see the value of each belief system
In relation to its respective believer.
As for the universe; what more sacred Reality?
Isn't matter itself animated as if by Spiritus?
Our credence or lack thereof hardly matters.
Philosophers are stuck in semantics.
Poets are ever up to perverse antics.
Scientists inch closer to confirming
That which ancient seers were affirming.
Overthink at your own risk.
This lesson is over, and yes, its pace was brisk!

Image: Pan by John Coulthart.

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Pagan Prayers (The Giving of Thanks)

Pagan Prayers

Be grateful
Sayeth the Goddess
That she is so graceful
Even though we
Unto her act disgraceful

Misnaming what isn't ours
Because life is on loan
From nature, borrowed hours
These primates rebel; alone
Against all that is at ONE

Due to Patriarchal complex
Matriarchy sits convex
And balance eludes us
Constant conflict among specks
Broken trinity \/ /\ baseless triplex

Well come to third millennium
Leave old beliefs behind in ante-annum
And show gratitude for this opportunity
To actually use one's cerebellum
Who else gets such gratuity?

Don't be an ingrate
Try to appreciate
Gifts no less great
For being invisible
Highest Spirit is clearly Indivisible!

Image: Gaia by Alex Grey

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Life Itself IS Poetry!

Life Itself IS Poetry!

Poets are just puppets for the muses

Parrots whom inspiration confuses

Their admirers? Mute and deaf.

A surface bubbles but from its depth!

Oh blind watchmaker — grand architect

Both male and female without defect:

Your voice resounds through either Astro or Astral realms

Anyone attuned feels that divine tremor, which overwhelms

Your body is the Being of us but minor cells

As well as cosmic conflagrations and galactic swells

Any writer falters; every prophet fails

To describe your aspects within countless tales

From out of Multiverse comes an infinity of verses

Atoms forming organisms that our planet nurses

Yet sophistic thinking fosters oversight

Despite beautiful dancing — umbrae obscure light

Though if perception's doors were cleansed

Eternity would we witness thence

Beyond space, outside of time

Note these stanzas always rhyme . . .

Image: Maha-Vishnu dreams in the causal ocean (Multiverse), as he exhales each pore breathes out a universe and when he inhales they are all annihilated.

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