Holy Sonnets: Death, be not proud

Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;
For those whom thou think’st thou dost overthrow
Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,
Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee do go,
Rest of their bones, and soul’s delivery.
Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,
And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well
And better than thy stroke; why swell’st thou then?
One short sleep past, we wake eternally
And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.

So many gods, so many creeds,
So many paths that wind and wind,
While just the art of being kind
Is all the sad world needs.

I am the voice of the voiceless;
Through me the dumb shall speak,
Till the deaf world’s ear be made to hear
The wrongs of the wordless weak.

From street, from cage, and from kennel,
From stable and zoo, the wail
Of my tortured kin proclaims the sin
Of the mighty against the frail.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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This is the world we live in, the Mighty against the frail.

It is the eternal story of this world. The Masters live to dominate and overcome either through physical or mental/emotional force subtly or when necessary overtly and aggressively. Conform and silence original thought when it goes against the paradigm, when it dares to question the norm. It wants to always silence those who see the truth through ridicule and convince everyone else that it’s OK because they simply are not the norm. The norm which now is killing the world into submission, literally. Conform, we are subtly told in one way or another. The new conformity is to not believe what you hear anymore, especially conspiracy theories which are rampant now in the new age of information. The conspiracies out there are too crazy we are told. Sure, some probably are. However, what if many are trying to expose what is really happening in this world. For the first time in history, the world is instantaneously connected literally to everyone else.

However, life goes on like nothing is happening, nothing is changing. Nothing evolves except for the very few who will not be controlled, who will not conform and who will not accept what the world thinks as normal, what the world thinks how we should think and how we should be. Most everyone remains silent in the face of what is going on, the horrendous things that are happening now before our eyes. We do not always see because not all news is really covered as it should be. There is still suppression of what perhaps we may never know at the moment of the horrors that are being committed. We see many horrors but is that the whole story of the horrific nightmares which are actually happening but we do not fully know anything about them? The horror show of life in this “civilized” world has always been that way. Fear in all its forms is the destroyer of change, of originality and free thought for a better world. The average person actually prefers to speak of the mundane, the banal, the ridiculous and the unimportant mental constructs they have. Life is lived only to consume, only to feel pleasure, only to remain still mentally and physically and is only to conform to what everyone else does. So the Masters of the world win, always, because the many do nothing to change this world which it could, if everyone wanted it so. The world could be paradise on Earth. Nothing is impossible in this world. We are told that Utopia will never exist. Believe that and you already are controlled not to believe in a better life, in a better way to exist on this planet. It’s seems unimportant to question. Yes, you can question but what about questioning the real important things in this life for once and all. The real important questions are not being asked, are they? The candidates for presidency in the U.S.A. are not being asked the really important questions! While your life is not affected in a direct way why question the paradigm? Why make waves, why change anything? Conformity is so much easier, yes, it is. And so the Masters have won. It is the continuing story of conquer and destroy and silence. And no one says anything, no one does anything because most are not questioning the so-called leaders and do not think and do not do anything to show the power of the people through non-violent but powerful actions like not voting!  If everyone stopped even once do you think the Masters would notice? Why not see? In history, the Masters have always been “self-appointed” but now we have elections. But who do we elect, real leaders, real statesmen, real change? There has been no real change in this world for millenia and there still is not real change. It is still the same violent and controlled world it has always been. We silence ourselves because why make any trouble, why question the paradigm, why rock the boat? We live the life of the continuing story of Masters and followers, the Controllers and the controlled, the Accepted and the unaccepted. We accept the story (history) we are told to believe, the official story. We do not question the real nature of reality, the real story of control and the real story of life itself as everyone experiences it and has knowledge of it in one way or another. Keep everyone conforming and controlled, that is our paradigm. This is the ultimate lie we accept as the truth. “Truth” in this world is composed of lies. Most will not see because they do not really SEE in the first place. They don’t know how to think and liberate their own self. It has always been this way and it may always be that way. But does it have to be that way?

This is the ultimate story of our world. It does not really seek to liberate anyone as it says it wants to do. The truth, the real truth of being is suppressed, hidden and never revealed except for the few, the very few who can really read and understand the symbols and the language of control of the Masters. The truth of being is scorned and is ridiculed by the world of those accepted superior gods of the churches, temples, mosques and at all the other altars where these “superior” beings are put there so distant from us so we can never think that we could be like them or dare to believe we can become like they are, not superior, not better than others but real, communicating and compassionate live human beings. We do not really live our lives at a higher plane of consciousness because we are not mentally free yet. We cannot attain superior minds because we can never dare to think for ourselves, to question all the infinite possibilities of life and to consider all that we can dare to think to make this life better on this planet. Education and religion, the principal forms of mind control for most in this world starts at an early age to indoctrinate not to educate in the true sense of the word in Latin which means to lead or nurture.  We need desperately for everyone to know how to think. We are not taught that really, some schools exist but why not for everyone, why? We need to know how to reason,  how to observe and  how to always question everything. Everything here in this reality.  You cannot really question your own religion much less the educational institutes. Try it sometime. Try to really think outside the box as it is said nowadays. I am not talking about craziness but sane, important questions of why?  How can you think outside of the box when you are already firmly planted within it, within the paradigm, within the controlled mind which is where we are currently.  Human life is as it is because we are controlled to such an extent that we accept our slavery physically, mentally, emotionally, spiritually and totally because we are told to believe the authorities in all of the institutes whether governmental, educational, political, and, of course, most of religion. Always question and always think and do your own research and contemplation. But most of all let others express their knowledge.  Of course, we will not always agree.  That’s life but let’s stop the fighting.  Let’s learn to be conscious, aware but also. have a conscience of understanding and agreeing to disagree. The average person never does not have time anymore. They are kept busy by all the mundane activities of life just to survive and because they are so busy there is no time to think, no time to question and no time to do anything but just live the controlled life. If we were really free we would not have all these Masters over us in every place, in every thought, in every concept always telling us what they think is best for us. Believe and have faith in the authorities, instead of confirming your knowledge is what is implicit in this paradigm however we need to understand by our personal experiences and reason out what we are told.

We live in a very, very old paradigm still. Most do not see that we need a new and different paradigm to overcome our very own lower nature and to step up to our Higher nature to create a world of real freedom, free from chaos, free from want, free from chains, free from everything that will control us. The only real rule, the only real law of being we need in this world is to do to others what you would want them to do to you, and remember to do it always with respect, consideration, and love. There is no higher thought than that. All else is about control and manipulation. All else is about enslavement in one form or another.

When are we going to leave the Master/follower paradigm into the new land of free thought?  When?


Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye
And all my soul and all my every part;
And for this sin there is no remedy,
It is so grounded inward in my heart.
Methinks no face so gracious is as mine,
No shape so true, no truth of such account;
And for myself mine own worth do define,
As I all other in all worths surmount.
But when my glass shows me myself indeed,
Beated and chopp’d with tann’d antiquity,
Mine own self-love quite contrary I read;
Self so self-loving were iniquity.
‘Tis thee, myself, that for myself I praise,
Painting my age with beauty of thy days.

~ by William Shakespeare

Splendour in the Grass

What though the radiance
which was once so bright
Be now for ever taken from my sight,
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass,
of glory in the flower,
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind;
In the primal sympathy
Which having been must ever be;
In the soothing thoughts that spring
Out of human suffering;
In the faith that looks through death,
In years that bring the philosophic mind.

 — William Wordsworth 1770-1850

“Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass,
of glory in the flower,
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind.”

 The words, immediately above, are quoted in the film, Splendor in the Grass, which starred Natalie Wood, who left us too early in her life.

The film is a must see! It is the poignant story of a young girl coming of age as she overcomes her struggles to be a whole human being. 

When you’re young, and in good health,
you can imagine living in New York City,
or Nepal, or in a tree beyond the moon,
and who knows who you’ll marry: a millionaire,
a monkey, a sea captain, a clown.

But the best imaginers are the old and wounded,
who swim through ever narrowing choices,
dedicating their hearts to peace, a stray cat,
a bowl of homemade vegetable soup,
or red Mountain Ash berries in the snow.

Imagine this: only one leg and lucky to have it,
a jig-jagged jaunt with a cane along the shore,
leaning on a walker to get from grocery to car,
smoothing down the sidewalk on a magic moving chair,
teaching every child you meet the true story
of this sad, sweet, tragic, Fourth of July world.

Kindness To Animals

by Anonymous

Little children, never give
Pain to things that feel and live:
Let the gentle robin come
For the crumbs you save at home,
As his meat you throw along
He’ll repay you with a song;
Never hurt the timid hare
Peeping from her green grass lair,
Let her come and sport and play
On the lawn at close of day;
The little lark goes soaring high.
To the bright windows of the sky,
Singing as if ’twere always spring,
And fluttering on an untired wing,—
Oh! let him sing his happy song,
Nor do these gentle creatures wrong.

Ode On Solitude


Happy the man, whose wish and care
A few paternal acres bound,
Content to breathe his native air,
In his own ground.
Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread,
Whose flocks supply him with attire,
Whose trees in summer yield him shade,
In winter fire.
Blest, who can unconcernedly find
Hours, days, and years slide soft away,
In health of body, peace of mind,
Quiet by day,
Sound sleep by night; study and ease,
Together mixed; sweet recreation;
And innocence, which most does please,
With meditation.
Thus let me live, unseen, unknown;
Thus unlamented let me die;
Steal from the world, and not a stone
Tell where I lie.



by Wendell Berry

Again I resume the long
lesson: how small a thing
can be pleasing, how little
in this hard world it takes
to satisfy the mind
and bring it to its rest.
With the ongoing havoc
the woods this morning is
almost unnaturally still.
Through stalled air, unshadowed
light, a few leaves fall
of their own weight.The sky
is gray. It begins in mist
almost at the ground
and rises forever. The trees
rise in silence almost
natural, but not quite,
almost eternal, but
not quite.What more did I
think I wanted? Here is
what has always been.
Here is what will always
be. Even in me,
the Maker of all this
returns in rest, even
to the slightest of His works,
a yellow leaf slowly
falling, and is pleased.

The Peace of Wild Things

By Wendell Berry


When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.