Tuesday, October 11, 2011

we are shades in our own worlds



we move toward a fuzzy splotch of light

in a perpetual fog

and think what we imagine

is the reality we see



who can say otherwise?

who can tell an eternal Clear Light

from the mere ordinary blaze

of a noon-high sun?



every illusion we can muster

at best serves to hold us steady

we know it is merely a lesser piece

or a misunderstood part of our

apprehension of a vast Plan

but without such

how much worse off

would we be?



perhaps virtue will

mitigate the dark chaos of ignorance

give us the thread along which

we can pull ourselves

to a higher condition of being

until we pull ourselves

high enough to be free

of all conditions



but we need virtue to do that

and not slide off the grease

of our own threads

do we know virtue?

do you? do I?



don't take someone else's word for it

it would just be another distraction on your way

better to just do what you do

with a firm conviction

in doing it for its own sake

and not waiting for a reward

from something outside yourself

even if you think that thing

is God



we stand in the shades of our own worlds

but those shade admit

to a shining Light

do not ignore that Light

even if you cannot comprehend it

it is what allows you to see

all that there is



and then you will see a fog lift

and then you will see the other's universes

and see how intwined theirs are with yours




and then you will know

and no longer be a shade in your own world



Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.

Sunday, October 9, 2011

the afterglow
lights

the ghost's face--



from where to where
the wandering spirit

makes known its presence



and what unbelievable sadness
should it learn

the one it wishes to haunt

has passed on but is free

not earthbound



you will scoff

believing
none of this
your own souls

so encrusted in matter

that you may never see heaven again



but without belief you cannot care

and so
make yourself right

but to those spirits bound to the World
but just outside materiality

and to those they seek

and to those who in trance of second sight
or a flash at the corner of the eye

see them stalking themselves



to whom the greater pity
when a life's afterglow

shines on the haunted face
that turns to see the nothingness
beneath nothingness

and know it is alive beyond being alive

that there is no way to describe the indescribable
that all it seeks is gone and must forego

the attachment of seeking



the ghost's face sees the afterglow
feels the fading warmth on its face

and turns again
looking for it's way

out




Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.

Saturday, October 8, 2011

who's ready for the new paradigm

when the tyrannies of the Left and the Right

collapse under the weight of their own lies?


who's ready for the hard new reality

that will see the eternal patterns

of Master and Slave scrambled yet again

in this fresh historical turning?

who will say it? who will know it?


who's ready to truly live

without the unjust Laws of blood-stained Power

and be responsible for cleaning up

their own shit?


who's ready to see beyond even

the transitional link of Transition Towns

who will yet draw the rascals of self

into the clean new air of progression?


who's ready to plant their own

for the good of all?

who's ready to find their own fortunes

in the riches of all?


who's finally ready to walk the talk

of peace and brotherhood?

sisterhood? loverhood? families taking

in all families yet retaining their personal stamp?


and who's ready to admit

that personal stamp is the weakest link of the chain?

the link through all the mischief always leaks in?

this may be one of the milestone eras in our earthly history


but who's ready to admit even this change is just one of many

on the way to an Ultimate we can only imagine

and try in the eternity of every single instant of life

to bring forth this fundamental condition


and make it manifest

even if it is only a way station on our way

to this Ultimate Realization?

who's ready?


none of us is ready

nothing on earth is forever

but to follow this mode is like contemplation

taking from the Infinite


that which sustains the soul

that corrects all past error

that affirms for all the Spirit of Life that stays with us

through all privation


for this we have always been ready...



Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.

Friday, October 7, 2011

I no longer recognize my world

but I remember it

and it is there

in mind and on the Book of Life


inscribed there

with such 'always' as forever has

and where you and I and all those we love

(and frankly even many we don't)


will find our selves if we are blessed

or not if not

how much of death befalls inattention

how much of life is up to us


I and you and we will all decide

how much of life is up to us



Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
tyrants are praised

idolized by the world

and each one of them

works for the Infernal Machine

the Control

that rules us all to death

well let the World worship

these worldly kings


a Greater will level that nonsense

and level it cold



Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
how many will miss me when I'm gone?

if even one lifts a glass in my honor

I'd be happy to know

I touched someone



Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
exhaustion unhands

my spirit's strength

weak flesh wins

yet another night



Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.