We all have our own style Dan.
This is mine.
Crowley felt a mission beyond all human bounds.
He had such an ego, the source of the world gave him the biggest task of all?
But then to dig into his wordz you find something.
Crowley is an honest liar.
I think Dan is an honest liar.
Ack may be a confused liar
Life is not a lie, it’s a joy.
I have nothing to lie about or reason to do so.
There is no timing with me.
The beginning and middle and end are happening.
I am obviously not on OMF, nor do I write because I want some attention.
I could treat my writing as a job to make a living of it, starve for my passion, but I don’t want to make it a living.
I want to make it as I live.
I, like Ack and Dan have followed the siren call to love and death.
There is Gnosis and Kenosis, pronounced differently.
Knowledge of spiritual mysteries is Gnosis.
That’s duality, a human way of understanding.
I am not a Gnostic.
I move and change, but part of me only watches this.
To say I am this or that is to impose a distinction.
Imposing distinctions can give you leverage and power over others.
I know very well how I could shamelessly manipulate people and some think that’s the best way to teach people, by fooling them.
Perhaps it dependz which way is the best one, the best is not the good alwayz.
Hintz and pointerz to deeper meaning emerge through no plan of mine when I write.
I mostly express from longing, my being, I long to be.
Being comes first.
This world is one way the table could be set.
Dan would say the table is set the best possible away for the best possible banquet.
Where the Lover and Beloved are joined.
Everyone will be there.
Well, we all have our mythz and dreamz.
Thiz iz what iz.
Thiz iz the banquet.
I have to walk the high wire and be totally on the wire.
But I am kept on the wire not by my will alone, but by the cooperation of many forcez.
That is kenosis, not knowing, becoming empty to be filled.
The mind is the guide, the template, the cooler.
But the heart is the fire.
We can work it out together, mind body and heart.
One who has not cut their binds is bound.
For me, poetry/lyric is the highest form of expression with word.
Prose is just a shadow of the movement.
Poetry is reality in movement, which is beautiful.
What is beautiful, points to reality, flows from it.
That word represents many emotionz and sensez and forcez, maybe all of them in harmony.
Anyway, thankz for the chat boyz, a pleasure.
I am not special.
I have no revelationz.
If I am not adding to the knowledge of the phenomena through evidence then perhaps I’m just taking up oxygen Dan.
As I said, happy to stay out of your way.
This is not about me, itz alwayz about we.
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