Black Flag - Obsidian Eagle

Black Flag - Obsidian Eagle

The Bald Eagle of your forefathers has come to represent

Those exploitive and treacherous oligarchs within White House

Stars their military might; Stripes are but bars locking tight

Banks be cathedrals for Capitalism

The Dollar, Pound and Euro are Eucharists

Stock brokers and lenders, a priesthood of vendors

So take to the streets and fly black banners high

Remind them that Revolution is a thorn at their side

Freedom good reason why many died and still die

This darkest of Eagles shall soar with you then

Anarchic flags its feathers floating upon wind

They would have our wills bend but we focus like Zen!

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ItzQuauhtli's Prophecy

ItzQuauhtli's Prophecy

Forged in the sun's heart, his feathers slates of antimatter

ItzQuauhtli was recognized as a reflection of great, cosmic Eagle

Which North-American Natives called: Thunderbird

Analogous to Horus in Egyptian lore; whose eyes are sun and moon

Or Garuda in Hinduism, with Vishnu riding atop his back

Like Mercury (closest to solar sphere), he also served as a messenger

The Aztecs associated this Eagle with their deity Huitzilopochtli - war god and patron of the arts

Sent to Earth late during the Fifth age, he heralded Quetzalcoatl's return

While concurrently warning that it would come hand-in-hand with Tezcatlipoca's release

Sadistic twin and trickster, "Bolon Yokte" is present at both creation and destruction.

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A Priori Expressions

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A Priori Expressions

On Earth there be no dearth of calumny

Living statues assume impromptu postures then wither withal

As cliffhanger moss wilts above hungover forests

Whole, literal mackerel turns to figurative doggerel

Iconic images are re-presented in negative modalities

Totalities that boast ultimate truth found fraught with technicalities

Why the nerve exhibited by verbs is naught but loaded phonemes

Worst of all these? Verse! Spewing out terse blurbs from human mouths

Versifiers conniving smother significance deep beneath egoistic utterance

Happenstance may deliver any essence though purely perchance

Sky has fallen many times prior, so pick up its pieces and do try again

Jet lagged intuition cannot hark elision; unable to see purpose despite vision

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The Nexus of The Next

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Indian Demonology - The Inverted Pantheon

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The Nexus of The Next

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What's next? Who's next? Where next?

We're caught ever in "The Next"!

Though our landscape is always shifting

There are none thus come nor gone.

Solipsistic lapse undergoing therapy

Palpitating fixity upon imaginary center

Prehensile cogitation clutches straws

Solidified Reality a panoptical descriptor

Latter day saints utter draconic decrees

Wise canonical inscriptions go unheeded

Learn early on that pain be par for course

Wistful linking of meaning to rhetoric bores

Where next? Who's next? What next?

Flounder clever yet perplexed

Sought but not found within text

A moving landmass unannexed!

 [ May wit lend levity whence gravity weighs down one's ways ]

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Doctrine of Anatta (No-Self)

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Author's Note: For anyone who might like a more comprehensive explanation of "Anatman", the following article encapsulates it rather well: The Atomic Mandala – Part 4 – Anatman   

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Doctrine of Anatta (No-Self)

- I -

What is the Self?
Where is the Self to be found?
Who is that Self we seek?
Is it dry (this Self)?

Never. Always. It is and yet isn't.
Clever. Stupid. Absolute but relative.
Simultaneous in thought though not present even once. 

Is elusive to one's mind as evasive to our words.
Dare not pretend ye know anything concrete about it.
Don't stand upon authority; assume no final stance. 

Hence dive back into Atlantis. Sink down beneath thy Self . . .

Flex effort, effort, effort
Lather, rinse, wash off those taints!
Yes, only effort, threefold effort
Can glean what such a mystery contains. 

- II -

Hey now, who's that?
Living, going, gone!
Playing hide and go seek
Can't quite put a finger on -

Who's escaping past perception?
Who's perceiving an escape?
Never the same twice for anyone to call it constant.
Dead or dying, Being reborn

During every moment but with gaps.
Shallow and impermanent; still we try holding on tight.
Hands of haze for rising tides 

Won't even hold a single drop.

So just flow dear Comatose
Like, with, and as the ocean
Quit pretending at forevers
Void all ego then just flow . . .

Image: Bond of Union by M.C. Escher

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