Monthly Archives: February 2018

Of Sophists and Soporifics…

*

With the advent of the Peripatetic Philosophers and their schools,

where students could learn to aspire,

to all that is good in life,

and the roaring success of these ventures,

came, inevitably, another sort of instruction,

one based solely on false promises,

and flattery,

and mutual ‘appreciation’,

and favour.

In short, on rhetoric, or hot air…

very expensive hot air.

*

First, one yawns…

Then, one becomes drowsy…

And finally, one falls asleep.

Honouring Sanctity…

*

And so, the mighty bend low before the Saint?

The misery of his meagre apparel, the antithesis of all they strive for.

And yet, is there not something of power in renunciation?

What is it that moves behind those placid eyes?

Something steely and beyond the merely material.

What secret whisperings are those ears privvy to?

What is it that needs not their trappings

And heeds not their vainglory?

 

This Middle Earth…

 

*

The Ancient Greeks…

White-robed, leather-sandalled,

Studious yet peripatetic…

They pursued a noble notion of religion.

Nature based, gratefully borrowed from the mysterious Egyptians

And equally graciously passed on to their eager followers…

But when the ‘Hoi Poloi’ got wind of God,

Fear entered the arena and religion,

in the Mediterranean, at least, never recovered.

Into the All…

*

One, is All…

Two, the realisation that One is All…

Three, the balance of it…

Four, the establishment of it…

Five, its central essence…

Six takes sides against it…

Seven is its fulcrum…

Eight, its portal-gate…

¬†Nine, the step through that gate…

…Into the All.

The Human Soul…

*

…No mere forest this, but a jungle!

Foolish to venture in alone.

Trackless…

One would be eaten alive.

Far safer to mount an expedition.

An advertisement should suffice…

‘Only the bravest adventurers need apply.’

What, no takers?

Non whatsoever…

In which case, alone, it’ll have to be,

It’s as well you’re the curious sort….