a creative investigation into (1) the nature of the "unnameable" & "unknowable" (referred to by St. Anselm as "That-Than-Which-Nothing-Greater-May-Be-Conceived"), (2) underlying similarities hidden behind apparently incompatible spiritualities, (3) the universal connection that transcends all individual distinction: a testament to the sacred bond shared by all of humanity & all of life & all of existence.
Sunday, April 7, 2013
Ode To A French Kiss
Beautifully rose painted lips press together to form that familiar symbol of love. As soft as the pedals they resemble, they seem to cry out and beg for companionship. As love itself is born from its own and gently makes request, to partake can only lead to the inevitable longing for more. No man could ever possess the strength to resist. A Kiss knows this, and as part-angel & part-devil, cannot help but captivate the lustful nature of a lucky fool. Hugged between flowery moments of bliss, such bright smiles could only hope to be outdone by the shine of the warm summer sun.
But you my dear, are the Queen; a royalty, a divinity, to which all other kisses bow down, and yet aspire to be. You are as brilliant and eligant as the tongue after which you are named, yet you are wherever love may be. Sweeter than sugarcoated honey, smooth and often softer than silk, you perpetually leave behind a hint of the essence of your lovelust that instantly conjures the unquenchable desire for your immediate return.
Some say you have magic about you. I say it is magic how you defy the constraints of time. You cause it to fly. You could make an eternity of an instant, and pass in a heartbeat. And it is by that very token that you are the soul of mystery. How obvious it is that you come from the heavens. You so nonchalantly disregard all the rules to which all else is made slave. Your illustrious nature outshines earthly things, as the moon outshines the stars.
Impossible to master, except by those lucky two, who possess hearts so overwhelmed by the thought of each other's presence that they lose themselves, but not one another, in the naturally flawless motions of such pristine moments. They might always seem to be over a little too quickly, except for those which, by nature, surely could only grace a pair of true lovers—they last forever—and the end is nothing, only the possibility of beginning.
One Tasty Toadstool
One tasty toadstool, of unimaginable size,
Has brought the world, and all the cosmos, right before my eyes.
Such clarity’s a rarity, and most just cannot see,
How in truth, we can in fact, hallucinate reality.
So listen and I’ll tell you, what I have come to know with pride,
All that I have learned, upon my magic carpet ride.
Well, the way you move in space, leaves behind a hidden trace,
Of the heart you hold inside, and not the shadows where you hide.
The souls of men, revealed in time, without a button to rewind,
Are you so confident to say, you know and love, what you will find?
How bright the light illuminates, from the puritanic soul,
Tell me friend, do you still glow, or have you lost what use to show?
With good intentions, science mentions, that religion is a lie.
But with science, there's reliance, on imperfect human eyes.
Sometimes some things aren't seen in sight, known only to the heart.
No metaphoric allegory, that's the truth, at least a part.
So open up, inside to see, what no-mind understands:
That the true nature of God, can be found within our hands.
There's music playing all around, just waiting to be found.
But it takes more than ears to hear, the beauty of the sound.
The saddest song that ever played: the one with all the answered laid,
But only to be seen as strange, just silly words all rearranged.
Wednesday, March 27, 2013
The Gospel of Brutal Ice
- Tuesday
11:20pm
Christopher Paul
You mind if u point out that there are seven?
I. If I point out.
Is that cool? If I bring that up, or do u think it should remain hidden.
Hidden it is.
11:23pm
Brutal Ice
I know but the amount of my ancestors are way more than ten. Western philosophy is the reason why the world is destroyed, cannot blame one person or set of people but the ideology destroyed the values that were in place in America before Columbus. Just the fact that history is written by those in power is an example of this same ideology
11:24pm
Brutal Ice
My phone and its auto spell keeps giving me the wrong words.. technology I guess
11:26pm
Christopher Paul
All we are looking for is knowledge. All knowledge is good, if used properly. My question remains. If you cannot answer it clearly, you have learned nothing from your ancestors. Yes or no, in your opinion, should I point out that there are seven?
11:27pm
Brutal Ice
Only seven ideas or people who speak theories?
11:29pm
Christopher Paul
What? I asked about people who philosophize. Wise men. Teachers. Thinkers. Everyone you named, in my opinion, counts. Answer me clearly, Yes or No. Should I point it out?
11:29pm
Brutal Ice
Yes. But I am confused
11:30pm
Christopher Paul
Ha. Well. Try answering the first question. Logos vs. Theories. But this is for your own self awareness. I don't need to know the answers, YOU DO!
11:31pm
Brutal Ice
I guess we are on different levels
11:31pm
Christopher Paul
I'm here to level people up.
11:40pm
Brutal Ice
I don't see logos vs theories, what I see is our time is short in the physical. Our bodies are our own temples and we should treat them as such. Someone else's knowledge and theories cannot make a person act a certain way or think in a certain manner. But belief through experience is the best teacher, even this conversation is experience. We are building on a subject that I don't know many that would openly attempt. For that I am grateful because it is times like these that almost slow time. When deep thought is meet with reaction u get the end result. Building, but with out destroying there can never be gain. This is why our physical form is precious, but there are two parts that make us. Only one half is physical, the spirit side never dies. And at times it can over take the physical. Now I am not saying we can all experience this but trust me it is possible. Our minds make the biggest enemy to our growth in both parts of what make us. Our minds set boundaries and divide people in general. It created and perceives the differences in religion. But the two parts that make us will not be changed by our minds separations. All I know for fact is that which I stated first I don't see this vs that because life is to short and too precious.
11:41pm
Brutal Ice
Sorry for the novel but yea that's my response
11:45pm
Christopher Paul
The point is to see where your focus is. The one you can name more of has more of your focus. The fact that it is logos vs. theories is arbitrary. Just that theories serve your interest (your own knowledge, awareness, understanding, awakening), and logos serve someone else's (the ones trying to sell you something). Materialism is fine, IF IT DOESN'T DISTRACT YOU. But it is nearly impossible to Not Be Distracted. For this reason, He said: it is easier for a camel to go thru the eye of a needle than it is for a rich man to enter the kingdom of heaven.
11:47pm
Brutal Ice
We have had this conversation before. At a different time a different place. Open minded is what u are suggesting in simpler terms
Are u a chosen one?
11:49pm
Christopher Paul
Not bad. But there is so much smoke and mirrors. Remember this: remove your splinter. Right now, so many are enslaved to consumption and don't know it.
11:50pm
Brutal Ice
I know this is the chase the carrot thing where the world shows u what u should be but at what real cost.. disgusting because I fell into that trap for many years if my own life
11:50pm
Christopher Paul
Everyone asks that. No. Potentially ANYONE and EVERYONE is the chosen one. Humanity is the chosen one. We are all trying to be one person. One of us did. He left, so we could begin.
11:52pm
Brutal Ice
I recently received my Indian name.. in my culture this is the name of the spirit that guides me and also the responsibilities I must uphold, a high honor that most receive as children but I didn't get mine till I was 33.. can u guess what mine translates to?
11:52pm
Christopher Paul
We all have the divine spark. We all know that. We've heard it our entire lives. Right now, I've turned my spark into a fire. I can give you the fire, only because it was given to me. I AM NOT THE SOURCE OF THE FIRE.
All I know is: my legal birth name is Little Christ-Bearer. Christopher Paul.
11:55pm
Brutal Ice
My born given name is Vincent Paul Iceman sr. But my Indian name translates to "man who walks on water" I have never heard of one single person receiving such a straight forward name. The reason I asked if u was a chosen one is because there are more
Well the sr came after I had my junior
11:59pm
Christopher Paul
There are lots. Before and after. That's funny, my adopted brother's name is Vincent James.
Wanna hear something cool?
12:00am
Brutal Ice
My little brothers name is Leslie james..
Yea what's that?
12:03am
Christopher Paul
After the resurrection, no one could recognize Jesus. Why? It had only been three days. How could so many people forget the face of someone like that after THREE DAYS? Answer: he was wearing a new cloak. Translation: "Just as a man might wear out many cloaks before he dies, the soul might use up many bodies before it dies." - Plato
12:05am
Christopher Paul
You know I'm leaving Facebook. Get twitter. I've been covering all of this all day long.
And for the Love Of Christ, never confuse spirituality with sexuality. Or don't even bother.
12:07am
Brutal Ice
Yea I seen that, sorry but I was surprised that I even have face book. I doubt I ever go down the twitter road, i see enough garbage in Facebook I can't imagine what's on twitter.. I can't imagine people having twitter wars over other people's lives and such.
How does one mistake the one for the other?
Physical is impossible to reach spiritually unless induced by sacrifice like a fast or deep meditation.. the two halves of what make us are divided for a reason
12:10am
Christopher Paul
Twitter is Silk Road. How well do you know your history. If you meet the right people, it's a place to exchange ideas. I ignore the warring people. What I am doing is a team sport, not a competition. Ya know Buddha travelled the Silk Road.
12:11am
Brutal Ice
Yea I hear that too. The one road I can relate to is the trail of tears
12:11am
Christopher Paul
The difference is that, while both Good and Evil speak in metaphor, one is hinting at spirit, the other is hinting at sex.
12:12am
Brutal Ice
Ok I see totally what u saying now
12:13am
Christopher Paul
Sex isn't bad. When you find the right woman. It's all good. But just don't become preoccupied with it. I figured you'd see that. But again. Sex sells. And we are attempting to break off the chains of consumerism.
Consumerism is the first chain. There are more.
We need knowledge and character, which, in truth, are one.
12:14am
Brutal Ice
Its more of a distraction than anything.. can u imagine how our great grand parents would feel about how the world sells it self so short?
12:14am
Christopher Paul
Yes, a distraction! Exactly!!!
A constant and powerful distraction.
12:15am
Brutal Ice
Yea and that same distraction cause horrible actions by people who become consumed by it
12:15am
Christopher Paul
The light can only whisper thru it. But when you look for it, you'll hear it loud and clear with your own eyes and ears.
Exactlyx
12:16am
Brutal Ice
Light, Love and Power..
12:16am
Christopher Paul
They are mindless consumers. We need awareness. Which is Buddhahood.
The power of light is like your nose. It is RIGHT THERE. But you forget, because you are looking elsewhere.
Your brain choses to ignore it bc it thinks other things are more important.
But the nose is front and center. It literally keeps you alive at every minute. Breathing. Have you noticed you were breathing during this whole conversation. Or had you forgotten about breathing?
12:19am
Brutal Ice
Breathing is non essential for the brain until u make ur brain aware of it.. when I used to smoke trees I would get so bad that I would make myself forget to breathe
It would be like saying dam heart stop pumping my blood.. lol
12:21am
Christopher Paul
Lol. Everyone thinks I'm high. That's water into wine, high on life. I'm stone cold sober. What you are seeing is what He said you receive after being born again.
Again. Breathing is NECESSARY for life.
You have only forgotten it. Because you took it for granted.
12:22am
Brutal Ice
So is the pumping of our blood but we cannot consciously tell it to stop the same as breathinf
12:24am
Christopher Paul
Right. That's why I picked the breathing analogy, because the blood doesn't fit. It's not genetics, it's memetics. It's not the body, it's the psyche.
The spirit is too subtle to be captured by matter.
But breathing INVOLVES YOU. Yes, you are right, many of us have forgotten to breathe.
Many of us are kept junkied up like European sex
slaves.
We are a culture of MASS HUMAN TRAFFICKING.
12:26am
Brutal Ice
That's a good way to put it
12:27am
Christopher Paul
Again. The first chain is consumerism. But it is as easy to break as remembering how to breathe.
I have to go. Peace, brother.
12:28am
Brutal Ice
Consumerism with money that is actually fiat currency. No real value, no real consequence when the natural resources that humans have ran thru took millions of years to create.. yea man later
Peace
12:30am
Christopher Paul
For the record. I'm speaking figuratively and literally at once. All the religious imagery is used to glorify the true natural state of humanity. We have gotten off track.
12:31am
Brutal Ice
No doubt
Sunday, July 8, 2012
Haiku Hour: Day 2 (Total: 37)
Haiku round two, bitch
Coming at you super slick
Hip hop on the brain
Someone from the past
It's been a long time, my friend
What's your name again?
In the world of jobs
Occupation, Profession
Occupy no cash
Sneaky old people
They get away with murder
But they have candy
To make yourself laugh
Is the greatest of all joys
What else could you need!
I just realized
No rhetorical questions
Have a question mark
Doctor Evil's dad
Invented the question mark
Obscure reference
Syllable number
Is it two or is it three
In the word reference
I'll just make it both
It can't logically be both
Logic can suck it
Yes, I can do that
Philosophy of science
Willard Orman Quine
The web of belief
Logic is dropped if need be
Think Schrödinger's cat
This hour seem long
I was having so much fun
Now it is a chore
But I will not stop
I am beyond determined
What's the point again?
Fun to pull a twist
I'm like M. Knight Shyamalan
The sixth sense was good
Parents teach their kids
Let the children lead the way
They know how to learn
A rigid structure
Will destroy something inside
No more sense of self
They will pass it on
Children's children dead inside
For generations
And now here we are
No sense of self no strong hearts
Perpetual war
We hate each other
For now we stand divided
How long til we fall
Is this not our fate
I know we could stop it all
But no peace of mind
Peace of mind will yield
Sense of self and strength of heart
Thus, meditation
By meditation
We can see inside ourselves
The Son is inside
Are not epistles
Littered with references
Of the Christ within
Why then do you judge
The justified in scripture
Fellow Christians
They have lost the way
They claim it and grasp at it
Close your eyes to see
They see with their eyes
So they are easy to fool
The mind is an eye
How blind they all are!
Yet they think themselves the light
The sun can blind us
The land of the blind
The one eyed man is murdered
Two eyed men stay mute
I must have one eye
I cannot seem to shut up
Psych ward, no casket
Perhaps one point five
I only want to help share
Your joy is my joy
I would strike the sun
The whale is my destiny
Captain of my soul
Esoterica
A map without a legend
We become legend
This is the well spring
In the last place you would look
Where it is darkest
This is no bullshit
I have seen the sun and moon
They are one, not two
Morning Evening Star
Modern man calls ancients fools
They were geniuses
Do you think they thought
Light could exist with no source
My God, we are dumb
The reason is this
We like to think ourselves smart
This is ignorance
It is so fucked up
Yell at someone for laughing
You bring death to joy
Coming at you super slick
Hip hop on the brain
Someone from the past
It's been a long time, my friend
What's your name again?
In the world of jobs
Occupation, Profession
Occupy no cash
Sneaky old people
They get away with murder
But they have candy
To make yourself laugh
Is the greatest of all joys
What else could you need!
I just realized
No rhetorical questions
Have a question mark
Doctor Evil's dad
Invented the question mark
Obscure reference
Syllable number
Is it two or is it three
In the word reference
I'll just make it both
It can't logically be both
Logic can suck it
Yes, I can do that
Philosophy of science
Willard Orman Quine
The web of belief
Logic is dropped if need be
Think Schrödinger's cat
This hour seem long
I was having so much fun
Now it is a chore
But I will not stop
I am beyond determined
What's the point again?
Fun to pull a twist
I'm like M. Knight Shyamalan
The sixth sense was good
Parents teach their kids
Let the children lead the way
They know how to learn
A rigid structure
Will destroy something inside
No more sense of self
They will pass it on
Children's children dead inside
For generations
And now here we are
No sense of self no strong hearts
Perpetual war
We hate each other
For now we stand divided
How long til we fall
Is this not our fate
I know we could stop it all
But no peace of mind
Peace of mind will yield
Sense of self and strength of heart
Thus, meditation
By meditation
We can see inside ourselves
The Son is inside
Are not epistles
Littered with references
Of the Christ within
Why then do you judge
The justified in scripture
Fellow Christians
They have lost the way
They claim it and grasp at it
Close your eyes to see
They see with their eyes
So they are easy to fool
The mind is an eye
How blind they all are!
Yet they think themselves the light
The sun can blind us
The land of the blind
The one eyed man is murdered
Two eyed men stay mute
I must have one eye
I cannot seem to shut up
Psych ward, no casket
Perhaps one point five
I only want to help share
Your joy is my joy
I would strike the sun
The whale is my destiny
Captain of my soul
Esoterica
A map without a legend
We become legend
This is the well spring
In the last place you would look
Where it is darkest
This is no bullshit
I have seen the sun and moon
They are one, not two
Morning Evening Star
Modern man calls ancients fools
They were geniuses
Do you think they thought
Light could exist with no source
My God, we are dumb
The reason is this
We like to think ourselves smart
This is ignorance
It is so fucked up
Yell at someone for laughing
You bring death to joy
Saturday, July 7, 2012
Haiku Hour: Day 1 (Total: 30)
One Hour Haiku
Experiment in training
Test hypothesis
I must be more clear
Our words have so much power
Use them carefully
Write in head before
These will suck until I don't
Patient victory
How many Haikus
The patron saint of writing
Demands sacrifice
Is it good to walk?
Do our thoughts move swiftly then?
Or should I just sit?
Had to take a break
The scent of the morning air
Begged my attention
I just told a lie
I really needed coffee
But it sounded good
This new location
And this delicious coffee
May just do the trick
After this I read
Keep going til my eyes bleed
Haha that just rhymed
They say follow bliss
Joy is easier to find
Seek bliss anyway
God is written word
If we think before we speak
Written word is God
My mind is in tune
Haiku form is natural
That was too easy
And for my next trick
I will tell you a secret
We are the mountain
We move here and there
Unconscious thought dictates path
Watch mind carefully
I will shit my pants
If it turns out I am right
Ye of little faith
I rehash old thoughts
To make them strong and sticky
They become ideas
Wisdom from the peaks
Buddha, Jesus, Lao Tzu, more
God is west meets east
Secular wisdom
Has a patron saint as well
His name is Einstein
Where to go with this
I want a bigger challenge
Discipline comes first
Kitsch conversation
I hear it all around me
I can solve problems
My focus is lost
God dammit I hate brain freeze
Damn you ice coffee
Fifteen more minutes
And I can read my haikus
And I look forward
Two lines with one word
Aesthetically displeasing
I need more practice
I need to slow down
Quality not quantity
That is the best way
A man walked by me
"I predicted you were here"
Another man smiles
Concentrate Focus
Any and all distractions
They are behind me
Clear mind is the way
Calm and serene beyond all
Look and see God's face
There is only one
Many claim to know, but don't
Many don't, but do
And this is God's will
Open eyes are final word
But few will attain
It is time to go
I must see my family
I'm late as it is
Experiment in training
Test hypothesis
I must be more clear
Our words have so much power
Use them carefully
Write in head before
These will suck until I don't
Patient victory
How many Haikus
The patron saint of writing
Demands sacrifice
Is it good to walk?
Do our thoughts move swiftly then?
Or should I just sit?
Had to take a break
The scent of the morning air
Begged my attention
I just told a lie
I really needed coffee
But it sounded good
This new location
And this delicious coffee
May just do the trick
After this I read
Keep going til my eyes bleed
Haha that just rhymed
They say follow bliss
Joy is easier to find
Seek bliss anyway
God is written word
If we think before we speak
Written word is God
My mind is in tune
Haiku form is natural
That was too easy
And for my next trick
I will tell you a secret
We are the mountain
We move here and there
Unconscious thought dictates path
Watch mind carefully
I will shit my pants
If it turns out I am right
Ye of little faith
I rehash old thoughts
To make them strong and sticky
They become ideas
Wisdom from the peaks
Buddha, Jesus, Lao Tzu, more
God is west meets east
Secular wisdom
Has a patron saint as well
His name is Einstein
Where to go with this
I want a bigger challenge
Discipline comes first
Kitsch conversation
I hear it all around me
I can solve problems
My focus is lost
God dammit I hate brain freeze
Damn you ice coffee
Fifteen more minutes
And I can read my haikus
And I look forward
Two lines with one word
Aesthetically displeasing
I need more practice
I need to slow down
Quality not quantity
That is the best way
A man walked by me
"I predicted you were here"
Another man smiles
Concentrate Focus
Any and all distractions
They are behind me
Clear mind is the way
Calm and serene beyond all
Look and see God's face
There is only one
Many claim to know, but don't
Many don't, but do
And this is God's will
Open eyes are final word
But few will attain
It is time to go
I must see my family
I'm late as it is
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