The Eye of God - Part 3/3
“The Original Flame”

But to The One we speak of here,
within our heart of hearts,
we’re all the same.
A-many billion burning embers
scattered from a shared
and boundless source..
The Original Flame.

It manifests to us
as merely but a …

The Eye of God - Part 2/3
“Language Games”

Nothing is real..
Except for that by which
the whole of everything
and anything at all
is ever observed.
Throughout millennia
so many people called it
oh.. so.. many names.
The Brahman..
The God Almighty..
The Word.

It does not meddle …

The Eye of God - Part 1/3
“The Sky in The Eye”

There is no dark side in The Moon, really..
Matter of fact, it’s all dark.
So every fruit of labor reaped by me..
displays upon it both The Poet’s sigil..
and The Devil’s mark.

The …

Only an earnest fool
would grieve the turning
of a day to night..
Would dare to taste
of the forbidden fruit..
Sol’s holy light.

But then again..
Only an earnest fool
would also have the heart
to unapologetically declare
his deepest truth..
The Truth that otherwise
would have remained …

The self exists confined
within the pattern of an
eye.
As if a teardrop in the sea..
as if it otherwise could be.
Confronted by itself:
within a cage,
within a scribbling on a page.
Conjoined to its eternal seat:
within the sound,
within the beat.

To the symmetry beholden …

just another
interstellar visitor
from outer space.
just another body.
just another face.
his name was Atlas..
and one could not
behold his beauty
with the naked eye
alone..
what holdeth he
upon his shoulders?
is it the weight of heavens?
or The Heaviest Stone?

he formed around a brilliant …

What lies within the liminal space..
between my yearning desire
and a stone wall?
Is it the warmth of a lover’s body..
Or a hesitation before The Fall?
Is it an unconditional surrender
to a love once promised..
and yet never truly realized?
Or is it a beauty never …

Our beliefs shape our behavior.. but in a similar manner also, our behavior shapes our beliefs. The art of taking a leap of faith towards a person lies in treating them with love and charity.. with warmth and affection.. even before they’ve done anything to warrant this kind treatment …

Созрел цветок.. красивый самый?
Может нет.. зато последний.
Так как не осталось у меня
не веры в тебя, не в сердце сил.
Но ты поверь хотя бы
в этакое волшебство..
Когда то, тот цветок..
только тебя любил.

Когда то, уверял тебя он,
словом любящим..
и непотухшим пламенем
что не забыл …

My lovely co-host Arielle 🌹 and I 👁️ finally got around to releasing our third podcast episode, where we concluded our discussion of Daniel Dennett’s article, titled “Quining Qualia”.

tRuTh Be ToLd, I came out of this one feeling a lot more sympathetic to Dennett’s cause of questioning our intuitions …