Monday, 1 December 2025

Five Poems by Aiden John Thomas Cashmore







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.


Aiden John Thomas Cashmore is a Scottish writer, poet, and explorer of consciousness. His work weaves together mysticism, philosophy, and the unseen dimensions of human experience, often inspired by the interplay of light, sound, and thought. Fascinated by the nature of perception and the spiritual landscapes of the mind, he crafts poems that navigate the thresholds between reality and imagination. When not writing, he spends his time climbing, wandering outdoors, and experimenting with altered states of awareness to deepen his understanding of the self and universe. His poetry has been described as immersive, visionary, and meditative, seeking to connect readers with both the sublime and the intimate corners of the psyche.

 

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