Apostic Paradox: A Case Of Dualism

Apostic Paradox

A Case Of Dualism

 Tainted by superstition, immersed in vain imaginings;

Conditioned, positioned; pruned public rendition.

Church, Holy Order, Creed, ritual;

Dogma, doctrine, addiction so habitual;

On their missions driven by suppositions,

Darkened souls myopic vision.

Shriveled death, crooked stature,

Pulpit wizards, words  enrapture.

Man-made rhetoric preaching sin,

Hypocrites to God within

Proud apostate, near agnostic;

“Sinner”! “Heathen”! sounds so caustic.

Heresy is judged to be

found in those somewhat like me.

Condemn the heretic to the fire!

Atrocities mount; the deeds are dire.

Crusades, Inquisitions, KKK

Exterminate all its just “our way”.

“Foreigners, aliens don’t belong.”

“Get out before you do us wrong.”

Yet… Might we soar above tumultuous bitterness and hate?

Let winter storms of strife within our consciousness abate.

As rain from on High refreshes the Earth,

Let us join the spring chorus, sing a song of rebirth.

New vistas illumined clear light of the Sun,

Evolution, revolution; the time sure will come.

The stage now is ready, the props set in place,

Planet Earth viewed as one in the vastness of Space.

The scene is upon us, the curtain is drawn.

An eastern horizon portends a new dawn.

A Kingdom is coming in fullness and light

In world awareness rejoice with delight.

As flowers in springtime the gardener plans,

Its time to see all as the fruit of His hands.

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Conditioned Delights: Compliments of the Debt Czars.

Banks of deals, contracts midst deceptive gestures of good will; all done in the name of good business.

Ranks of vendors, peddlers, stores and credit cards; all vying for your money.

Such intrusion; minute by minute interruptions; commercials blaring at you from the radio and TV.

Signs glaring at you in scenic obscenity at home and abroad.

Cluttering the highway of life; imposing ever more frequent insistent promises of “success,” “satisfaction” and “happiness” as marketing media relentlessly pounds on our senses, pounds on our being, strives to control our psyche, even grapples with our soul!

It seems the whole world is trying to make a profit from you:

Commercials set out sweet as honey, entrapping consumers in delicious desire.

Congested roadways, imprinted masses, ingrained conditioned delight,

purchases made, no end in sight.

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Mystery of Restlessness

Restless Seeking:

Not knowing what’s to find or even where to find it.

Not knowing how to look or how we might define it.

Restless Questioning:

Why do we even ask or even wonder?

Why do we think, sit and ponder?

Restless Searching:

Of what truth is life?

Of what reality in space and time are we composed?

To what limitations and biases are we disposed?

Deceptive Instincts:

Within cocoons, wrapped false security,

protected comfort, fetal immaturity.

Shroud of senses spun through evolution’s way’

Survival of the fittest brings us where we are today.

Deceptive Passions:

Imprinted attachment to truths held dear,

Perceived opposites shunned in fear.

Sentenced to the prison of self we be,

Our world of deception won’t let us be free.

Illumined In Knowledge:

Yet, a speck of dust floating in a sea of immensity,

forges within such uniqueness and intensity.

Arts, crafts, science; new knowledge and will,

Shared common destiny will surely be fulfilled.

Reborn In Love:

Path of guidance in gracious love is sent.,

Tarry not, we must get around the bend.

Growth in inner wisdom bidden see with inner sight,

Eternal Truth beyond, bringing knowledge and new light.

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A CAGED BIRD (Our Human Spirit)

Flutter here, flitter there, back and forth without a care.

Up and down, hop about; day by day the same throughout.

Perch to perch the pattern churns, round about in endless turns.

Snug secure artificial life, a world of fashion, of man-made delights.

Caged for comfort, caged for show, caged for spectators to behold.

Bred for class and pleasing song, conformed by rules to men belong.

Ageless evolution’s trust, breeds we prize reshaped by us.

Consumerism points the way, imagined need, it seems okay.

Thus you may sing but cannot fly, from the cage where is the sky?

Barred from being as was meant, searching in bewilderment.

Perch to perch, the daily grind, from home to work commuting time.

Snug secure in our bank-owned homes, a world of finance, possessions adorn.

Safety, comfort, pride so dear, hide from the neighbors we’re taught to fear.

Go to church in class and style, looking for love in Sunday’s smile.

Confined by doctrine the priests will teach, walled in by traditions authorities preach.

From the cage where is the sky? Wings are clipped you cannot fly.

The ageless Word of God we trust, in spite of truths reshaped by us.

Man-made doctrine is not okay, unblemished Truth must free the way.

So: O bird of spirit; Created by God in the image of God!

You are the soul of mankind freed from the bondage of rusted chains, of outmoded superstition and obsolete reasoning.

Free the bonds.

Spread your wings.

Soar unto the realms on high!

Sing the song of the Nightingale Of Paradise as it warbles its sweet melody upon the trees of eternity!

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Enduring Legacy

Cutlery carves Mother Earth.

The plate nears “empty”,

our glutinous feast is over;

Resources consumed…

The legacy of our species,

Short term profit motive increases.

What we do for instant gain

in a million years may still remain.

Carve the Earth, pollute the sky,

A time of change is drawing nigh.

So is this our legacy?

Are we ready?

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Potential Being

Potential Being;

pre-existent what could be,

brings forth existence.

Birth, death, cycles change;

elemental force being

everywhere the same.

Pre-destined free will,

potential is essential;

Existence becomes.

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Metamorphosis

Chrysalis breaking;

a new form overtaking,

freed from confinement.

Metamorphosis:

Winged wonder soon will depart;

showing what it is.

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Polluted Paradise

Polluted Paradise

The wind races the sea; waves rush to the shore.

Sparkling surf foams on the beach,

embraces the land with rhythmic roar:

SEEK ME.

 

The prairie grass grows tall; along with the forest bough.

Gentle rain refreshes the earth,

the dawning day sheds light on its worth:

FIND ME.

 

A robin sings in a tree, a wary fawn starts to feed.

Butterflies floating sail on the breeze,

fish are found in the clear cool stream:

TRUST ME.

 

Ships appear on the sea, men rush to the shore;

Paths are trodden in from the beach,

divide up the land make room for more:

HONOR ME.

 

The tall grass is seared; the forest bough is cleared;

Wood is cut, logs dragged away;

the mid-day sun beats hot on the clay:

KNOW ME.

 

A young man’s voice shouts with glee, a deer was shot from a tree;

Grey poisoned sky from the city is seen,

fish are dead the waters unclean:

FEAR ME.

 

Mankind is lost in greed; he can hardly even breathe;

The sun of truth shines bright indeed,

if he’d clear the air he just might see:

SERVE ME.

 

The Mystic Paradise sings, refreshing breezes to bring;

Cleanse the weary world renew,

a timeless cycle, fresh morning dew:

FOLLOW ME.

 

Deep within his own heart, mankind can find a new start.

Veiled in the mists of Creative Love,

the inner eye beholds a new heart:

BE TRANSFORMED IN ME!

 

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Winter: A set of four haiku describing a northern winter.

Four Haiku describing Northern Winter scenes

(when the cold is well below zeroF. Snow looks and acts different.)

 

Crystal world in white;

Shroud of snow, aurora’s glow;

crisp cold of silence.

A full moon rising;

scintillating sparkled snowlight,

twinkling beauty bright.

Timber wolves howling;

harmonies of ancient song,

rising yet falling.

Frozen haze of dawn.

glinting crystals, brilliant white,

Cold, clear in sunlight.

New Dawning

New Dawning: a Haiku for a new age.

The dawning new day;

Clarity brings inner sight:

A changing of ways.

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