The Philosopher’s Conundrum
Existential crisis, the heart of a philosopher’s vocation.
The blissful dance of oneness and loneliness.
The Yin-Yang of consciousness and ego feed on each other like the Midgard Serpent
Consumption and regurgitation
Everlasting.
The Socratic-Cynic inside questions reality as the terrestrial flavours dance in his vision.
An altered state.
A harmonious awareness.
For to be aware of everything is becoming nothing.
The Steaming Kettle
The ever encouraging rage boiling inside the steaming kettle of the psyche
Is the egoic reactionary system responding to fear.
The anxiety of being a grown up baby in a world full of Molochs.
The paradox of distain and love to thy fellow man.
It warps the conscious mind into an unconscious drone.
What can be done?
Must we kill ego?
Kill apart of ourselves?
To become our true self?
The one?
Who is asking these questions?
The Life-Paradox
Devour me. Come forward if you dare.
For this darkness is merely the absence of light.
My fear is curiosity.
My angst is adventure.
My anger is passion.
My hatred of self—
An inflammatory reaction to become infinity again.
The yearning for oneness
Is a journey through individuality.
One must walk alone through darkness,
In the constraints of his vessel,
To capture the essence of light.
The true duality of man.
The life‑paradox.
Kundalini
The visage of the ego crumbles as the soul enter metamorphosis.
A rocket propelled ignition into the abyss of the impossible realm.
The serpent rises from it’s coiled hibernation
It’s holy light refracts off the spine like a prism—
illuminating the infinite
Even gratitude cannot be expressed or felt in this place
Only the gorgeously grotesque feeling of death and rebirth—
Eternally
Letter to the Demiurge
Archonic beasts ravage my mind.
Poisoning the well with corruption.
Their efforts are futile.
Rue the day you will, when my soul leaves this vessel…
For you will be in my reach…
At last.

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