Confusion/Burying a Cat

I am confused, a most delightful state
When perusing abstract constructs up late
Body’s timetable a base of stability
While mind renders tunes from inner cacophony

Dwelling on epistemology, while I dig a hole
Knowledge is not crucial, but it can play a big role
In the search of Truth, understanding is sped by perspective
Knowledge grants you different eyes to see from in this respective
It is not the only way, but it is the easiest to access these days

I bury the cat in the garden, and wash up for lunch
Thoughts on morality, pre-existence, afterlife, Cthulu munch
I dream that I’m a natural disaster, firestorm, bringer of chaos
That duality you talked about exists here, the physical and the mental
When one is stable the other can embark on discovery within confusion
I begin to ponder anew, is it better to own your house or live in a rental.

Eureka, Duality of Stability and Change

I always saw the similarities, I never saw the opposing dualities,

I’d looked through the varieties, studied many pluralities

But now, thanks to you, I see it in a simple, “Hello, hey!’

Apollo’s “Allo”, and Nysa’s “Euoi”

Muses and maenads, choruses of ordered approach and spontaneity

Science and Art, City-state and Ascetic, combine the two to find a powerful polemic

I’d seen the relationship between order and chaos, guided by some philosophers

But never imagined it in the forms of Dionysos and Apollo until you showed me later

‘Know them by their fruits’, dithyramb and paean

Indeed it is a most striking duality, ‘Eureka’ their choruses sing together

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Yama’s Journey

I cannot help writing about the Twin, it’s obsession
Yama, Dimuzi, Tammuz, Thomas in modern parlance
Even his lovers, Death/Life, are a dual abstraction
The first earthly lord: Adon, Ba’al, Bali, don’t look askance
These ancient characters have more than a thousand titles

He journeys between three worlds, the Underworld, Earth and Sky
While below, he renders judgement on those who have just died
On Earth, he brings rain and new life, the sowing and reaping
In Sky, he’s the heroic warrior, there gatekeeping
Standing firm against chaos, those bad monsters he fends off (rejoice!)
The bull is his standard, noose and spear his weapon of choice

Osiris, the Asur, Aesir, meaning lord, that he was
The first Earth born king of the world, before his long journey
Wed to Inanna, Asherah, Danu, Isis, Venus
Symbolising Life. Taken away by the Underworld Queen
He came to represent that most basic of dualities, that rent his being in three.

Hail Yama, Judge of the Underworld, Lord of Seasons, Sky Hero, First King of Earth.

Sol Slavery

As dawn break nears, patterns emerge, of day walkers
Cock-a-doodle-do, the rooster’s loud serenade
Owls make way for fowls, while men smear their marmalade

Dogs and crows begin their fight, scaring the joggers
Barking and cawing, a tumultuous battle
A constant rattle, the bells of the sun’s cattle

Sol, an entity of order, never falters
Sol, the enslaver of earthly material
Sol, the bright bringer, purveyor of Time’s cycles
What would happen if we didn’t wear these halters?
Unrestricted by natural rhythms: fatal
Without these chains would we even reach post natal?

Master of the Balance, of Darkness and Brilliance, I sing this song for you.

Image: NASA

Honey Trapped

Honey from the hive, unrefined, two fifty a kilo
The tapper has brought a bucket before I can say no
Filled with that sweet golden liquid, wax and dead worker bees
He puts some of it in water, to test the purity
And gives me a broken comb to chew on, it’s just like gum
He’s a shrewd businessman, bargains ensue with his honeyed tongue
I buy ten kilos for a thirty percent discount, when really I wanted none
(Maybe I can try to brew some mead, or add it to my tea)

Image: Nat Geo

Last Stand

Muscles ache, eyes weary, the war was lost, we run, we flee
A hay bed beckons my head in a stable, horses neigh
Sleep at last, my eyes close, glimpsing nightmares, my memories
My parents’ unavenged murder, and friends I was forced to slay

My companions wake me, we’re being chased,
They point to the next hill, at a torch trail
A fiery snake
A thousand riders
To catch five survivors
We who survived the fire lake

We split up to confuse the trail
Riding as fast as we dare
Without light, without bronze (and) mail
Fear fills me everywhere

Our pursuers do not split,
They chase after me with unity
My fear then transforms
Anger feeds my storm

My horse topples down and I wait for the enemy
One against a thousand, the odds are against me
An owl screams from the trees, “Noo Noo, easy peasy”
I chose my spot, and wait with moon sword and sun shield
As dawn breaks I kill the last man while he tries to yield.

Last Stand Music:

I say farewell to the Bantam Sky Twins

Illumination fills me as I listen to the twins
Perception hits me, now broadened out by their eloquence
I decide to speak, interaction springing from mind’s leak
I begin to speak, ideation past silence’s peak

“Oh wise err… foetuses,” I falter at the start
“You think of the soul as something within body
Your arguments have thus far been so very smart
But you’re still looking at the soul with physical tangibility

What if that were not the case, this idea we erase
View: bodies within soul, rather than soul within body?

Assume: the existence of many souls without
Then the existence of many spirits within
Each soul filled with myriad sprites, soul their redoubt
Each soul/spirit fusion leading to physical manifestation

Just like Mother Earth brings forth varied forms of life physically
All born on one planet, yet displaying variability
Different from the life on Jupiter
So different even from each other

The Sky Twins have grown quiet
I think they’re distressed
It is nearly here
The time of their birth
The Sky Mother shoos me away
I apologise and wish her good day

Tam teaches Ban true skepticism

Ban calms down to the Sky Mother’s beautiful song
Time passes, ‘haps seconds or even eons long
Tam attempts a retort, fearing his words did distort
The long and fierce debate ‘tween the Sky Mother’s twins

“Brother Ban, though we could touch upon man’s morality
I fear you’ve derived these axioms erroneously
I never inferred that soul and spirit were incorruptible
I did however infer a ‘goodness’ that was fundamental

Just as a body can grow sick, so too the spirit
Especially when things seem unfair and disparate
I laud your passion, is that not itself an example
Of how one can step out the self, help rather than trample

Would this corruption of man seem so wrong to you
If you lived by chemistry, rather than soulful empathy?
Would injustice and mindlessness so affect you
If there was not something more to kindness than a dopamine stew?

Ban: but how can you be so sure of things you cannot see
What gives you the right to speak with such authority?

Tam: I am a skeptic, just like you
I would be a sham if I didn’t doubt too
Every statement I make, is open to change
Revision of mistakes, as knowledge increases its range
I speak only of things I know now
Three letters from aleph, many more till tau

I have faith, derived from reason and observation

Leaps of understanding made to best describe the whole situation

Perhaps right, perhaps wrong

We’ll never know until we hear more of the song

 

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Ban’s Counter Attack

Ban grows agitated and begins to violently kick
Tam defends himself with shield. Sky Mother’s womb begins to leak
A soothing song calms both infants, and discourse begins once more
Ban, provided additional nutrition, begins to soar

“If men were more than animals
Driven by biochemicals
Then they would be aware
They wouldn’t easily scare

If men were no more than automatons
Moving to commands of instinct programmed
Eating their carrots or fearing batons
Being so easily conned, robbed and scammed
Of their common sense. So moved by falsehood
That they’d sell their morals for things like ‘nationhood’
Murdering each other for a chance at living in Gollywood, or forever screaming about being ‘misunderstood’
Exhibiting the pack behaviour of primates in all their glory
Beating their pecs, savoring the role of King Kong in the story
Obsessed with legacy, mired completely in physicality
Then perhaps I’d have been able to digest your words more easily

The selfless ones are aberrations, not the norm
When we are delivered from the womb you’ll see this storm

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