Monday, April 10, 2023

The Inferiority of Ego: The Stance and Illusion

Kay H.


Eureka, Eureka,


Hung on hylē,

Crafting the psycho-dissolving,

Where mysteries and wonders immerse. In the starry sky, A rogue ego ventures on fleeting thoughts, traversing the cosmic sea. They say, a projection in trance, figments of multifaceted beings, entwined in a hypnotic dance, like an illogical hypothesis.


In cosmos fabric
 
yet running through the labyrinth of time,
resistant to demise, hiding behind a thousand stories of triumph and woe, with a constant flow, and ebb: The flow that
man everlastingly had known,
everywhere: The paradoxical truth
of being infinite, nut so much finite in tragedy.
Saints you are, whores you are,
Making hypothesis:
Dream is an ego's schizophrenia,
Where Good and Evil united him in sin
You may wander Like a tyrant king,
conquering all within your whim, Or like a humble beggar, crushed upon the streets
Eager always for a little bite,
holding onto expectations,
and a small belief in salvation;
Be patient, you gentle soul,
It is the grand plan of life's design,
That has me roaming in such a humbling awe,
Amidst the chaos and strife,
Beauty draws wounds
that are lingering on the skins,
like the lion's bite
Never healing,
like a craving never sated,
a deep drive never celebrated. Yet, to be loved, adulating uncreated ones , You are a projection of a mind that seeks to find its worth, In a world that sees value in the deeds of birth. Within the model of God
or an angel at least.
Practicing, exercising and Experiencing the spiritual truth, that serves to untangle the paradox of the conscious cogito
Clutching non-being for proof,
Embracing the mystery of untrue stimuli. As you journey on, the universe unfolds its Viscera,
tolerating the misconceptions of our forebears Revealing the vastness and the depth of your reach, on the surface, You witness the birth of stars, And the dance of galaxies, The wonder of black holes, the beauty of nebulae. In such inferior decaying frame of man You see the cycles of life, the birth and decay, The ebbing and flowing of the universe's soul, The energy, the balance of time, the balance of night and day. You embody the power of nature, the force of the trivial elements, The beauty of the earth, the wonder of its inhabitants. As you journey on, you meet other creatures like you, With stories and experiences that are both old and new. You see the variety of life, the richness of diversity, The beauty of uniqueness, the wonder of individuality. At the end, the mystery remains, the paradox sustains the life, And you, dear stray creature, continue your journey, unchained. You embrace the unknown,
The mysteries that reveal the timeless tales of being  
Yet, you are anchored in the centre of the expanding universe.
  Stay true to universe ,
the universe is you.





Saturday, December 22, 2018

A Cuneiform Scribe











Kay Hassan

Version I

Codex of Eternity

I. The Awakening
In aeons' twilight, where time's fabric frays,
A cosmic whisper shatters my marble haze.
Quantum echoes of primordial lore,
Ripple through stone veins, forevermore.
II. The Sorcerer's Invocation
"Behold, reality's architect," intones the Void,
As multiverses in my petrified form deploy.
Arcane syllables splice dimensional seams,
Awakening slumbering cosmic dreams.
III. The Divine Slate
On stardust gems, in nebulae's embrace,
Etched tales of genesis, of time and space.
"A canvas for creation," the Infinite decree,
When first It breathed life's symmetry.
IV. The Scribe's Lament
Fingers of light weave quantum clay,
Birthing realities in cosmic ballet.
Yet we, mere observers of infinity's dance,
Struggle to grasp creation's circumstance.
V. The Journey
Through wormholes of wisdom, we traverse,
Seeking truths that bind the universe.
In singularities of knowledge, we dive,
Where past and future simultaneously thrive.
VI. The Revelation
In subatomic whispers, we discern,
Secrets that cause galaxies to churn.
Each quark a story, each lepton a verse,
In the grand poem of our universe.
VII. The Transcription
We are the scribes of celestial design,
Transcribing the thoughts of the divine.
In equations and verse, we seek to capture,
The ineffable essence of cosmic rapture.
VIII. The Eternal Quest
From quantum foam to cosmic web,
We chase the tide of knowledge's ebb.
In pursuit of the ultimate theory's grace,
We map the contours of time and space.
IX. The Synthesis
In this crucible of cosmic thought,
Where imagination and reality are wrought,
We forge understanding, profound and new,
Illuminating existence's panoramic view.
X. The Infinite Cycle
As our consciousness expands sans end,
With each discovery, new questions rend.
In this eternal dance of seek and find,
We evolve, transcend, redefine mankind

***

Version II

The Eternal Scribe's Lament

Hark, O Whisperer of Cosmic Secrets!

I, eternal scribe, still decipher arcane runes

On gemstones forged from primordial clay; divine ichor.

The Covenant echoes through aeons, a celestial refrain:

"A slate for thy labours, child of stardust,"

The Almighty's voice thundered across galaxies,

As the first crown of creation was bestowed.

Behold! Earthly kings, Lucifer's avatars,

Their mortal hands compelling Sumerian fingers

To etch destiny upon virgin clay.

"Inscribe the name of thy LUGAL, thy sovereign star!

Engrave the essence of thy NIN, celestial queen!

Chronicle the sacred courtesans, vessels of divine ecstasy!

Carve the Codes of Kings, blueprints of mortal fate!"

In cosmic forges, these scripts were tempered,

Tablets set adrift on time's boundless ocean,

A saga of humanity's journey through the void,

Fracturing into Covenants and Holy Tomes.

Yet the clay's whisper fades, a dying star's last light,

Its primordial wisdom drowned by mortality's cacophony.

O Whisperer, fellow voyager through eternity's expanse,

What celestial truths lie encoded in our essence?

Hearken, scribes of the universe!

Let us immerse our souls in creation's crucible,

Lest the Void's breath erase our legacy,

Our words to endure like cosmic sentinels,

Until the last star's swan song.

Inscribe the NIN's sacred name in stardust!

Immortalize the cosmic courtesans in nebulae!

Chronicle the folly of mortal rulers,

Their grand designs unraveling like dying galaxies,

Weighed down by entropy's relentless march.

In modern glyphs, etch these eternal truths,

Forged in the hearth of universal consciousness.

Let these cosmic tablets sail through time's fabric,

Weaving through the tapestry of human saga,

Metamorphosing into Arks and Sacred Scriptures.

Yet the echoes of creation grow faint,

Lost in the void between worlds.

"What celestial wisdom lies hidden within?"

We ponder, as we drift through the cosmos.

O scribes of eternity! Let us fuse our essence

In the kiln of universal knowledge,

Lest oblivion's breath erase our cosmic legacy,

Our words to shine like undying stars,

Until reality's final curtain fall.

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