My heart is made of birds
Singing for me ………… It’s about time,
For the raven to leave,
Sunrise is made of birds,
Singing in the dew shower,
It’s about time
For the raven to leave,
The forest is singing just for me,
It’s about time
For the raven to go
If time is a prior assumption
—all else falls into line
(Villanova University: May, 2023)
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My dear brother Vijay Pandit inspired me to respond to a dialog here and EveryWhere
II
God or the Universe can expand itself / Oneself, out of love, Or Giving.
III
Love/God won't remain hidden for long; It will teach
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The universe or God as Love is not hiding in a bedroom ... Long
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As for human love, so too with God. Your love gives children; God gave His son
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You see Dear Ones, love is not lust - Love outgives us all. Lust takes, and takes, kills
NOTE: philosophically-speaking, Kant is my hero & rational theist. Immanuel Kant was a theist, but rational, so he made GOODWILL the very reason and God, even for morality ( through a constant, a golden rule). Religious folk "love" making Kant an agnostic. He proudly changed his name from Emanuel to Spell "God with us."
I would write you words that would make you smile
Of meadows and may flies and a love that lasted
I would sing songs of beauty that would you, beguile
If I weren’t such a miserable bastard.
And I’d paint with my words such wonderous things:
Summer ponds where the butterflies flit
And mountain streams fed by snow melting springs
If I weren’t such a grumpy old git.
In autumn I’d set down in ink of bright gold
The delights of a gambolling otter
Whose play would be there for you to behold
If I weren’t an irascible rotter.
Then in winter, I’d write about flurries of snow
Whipping round the wolf on the hunt
While we wrap ourselves warm by the embers’ bright glow
If I weren’t a cantankerous old so and so.
The course of the world
shows itself to the cursor look
of each one...
Each one has their mirror,
and in it you sight...
One is a lucky farce,
the other depressing drama.
One lives for pleasure,
the other for the apparent...
in the blindness of idiocy
the two mutually
deceive... a fall
to the tomb... the other
what madman is delusional.
that at least one rule
do not steal from the heart :
may they be honored
and humans... faithful
awareness...
The rest is just a game!
Trembling behind the words i use
walking in someone else's shoes
Where do you go
when reality leaves bruises
try to reach inside
and pull away the pain
that leeches to my frame
hiding tears in coughs and laughs
No one to tell
no one
to tell
Sharing times with friends
and more
can hardly lift my feet from the floor
Lost within myself
Caught a tear
that could drown the universe
My bulletproof heart
encased by despair
No one to care
No one
to care
Every second replaces what i used to be
waste your time
do not continue on
because most of me is gone
writing lines to ease the agony
No one to help
no one
to help
me
Ethics
Taught accurately to account
for each reward an exact amount
a Kantian conscience reprehends
a stray Romantic dividend.
Publicly our just deserts
are measured by our type of work.
For what surgeons are forgiven
clerks and watchmen go to prison.
Few are ushered through the streets
in black sedans by the police
to carpeted chambers where the great
decide the future of the State.
Love, Genius, Power are for the elect.
Underpaid and oversexed
most lives are lived where intersect
the ragged lines of job and sex.
So if future preference won't assuage
your trussed Byronic middle-age,
think of all the lions who
are languishing in Christian zoos.
To lie’s always wrong, Kant decreed.
Very few were convinced by his screed,
Seeing if he’d instead
Held a gun to their head,
They’d have shamelessly said they agreed.
Kant and Buddha meet Karma and Immanuel
There underneath the fertile soil rests a karmic message
Hewn into marble stone or written on a lonely cross
Engraved or burnt on the Ganges maybe thrown from
Life’s ultimate journey mixing with a circuitous path
Immanuel’s bible or Kant’s starry skies and moral law
Foment consensus of what’s left when we demise
Earthen windblown thoughtful similar in living on
Oh my saviour do not lead me astray fill me with good
Feed me virtue in thought and deed in cause and effect
Death is a reflection of living when dying for change
Eternity or maybe just another passing to new generation
And at that time the Buddha enters the fray from under
The fig tree which exudes not to hurt any sentient being
Hallowed guidance knows no boundaries and death lives on
01st April 2018
Critique of Pure Reason
by Kant
My Interpretation of Kant
Wonder and Believe
Sometimes what is rational
To others is not.
Analytical
Opposite of rational;
Balance in between.
After hearing all of the politicians
I am beginning to believe that a
balance is no where in site.
Jim Horn
Jim Horn
Immanuel Kant
we would like to address but we shan't
his Critique of Reason
has apparently not been renewed for a second season.
Reason insufficient, put no man above the law
And to instigate
To aid and abet in any form of hate
Is a fundamental conspiracy
Against his own exalted view
Of the savage transformed to deity by reason.
I cannot speak of St. Bartholome's massacre
But I know revulsion
For five females raped, the youngest only eight.
Blood drips from that philosophy
Without balm or cross
That by subtle argument construe
Men who knew the difference between wrong and right
Performed this gruesome deed by cover of night
I cannot trust the lofty exaltation
Of the savage and his barbarity to volition
Something more sinister and more dark
Something meaning that rebellion
A greater purpose than reason can opine
Is significant man's madness all the time
O Kant, I lay it at your door
Mal es el nombre primero
You are neither god nor with us
And its more than reason that you are dust
Death is no aesthetic illusion
But I have seen since the Enlightenment
Men crawling up and down in delusion
Finding scraps after scraps
All your freedom is anarchy
While they are strangled
In your brain numbing conspiracy
Exalting the fall to a greater throne.