The End of Slumbering Gnostic

For personal reasons, I've decided to let this blog go. It doesn't feel like a funeral. It feels as though I am putting a toy boat on the sea of cyberspace. The toy boat will go where it pleases. My intervention is not needed.

Thanks for reading, matrons and patrons of the Vast Internet. May all your creative ambitions bear the sweetest fruit.

The Imagination:

Never lose the part of you
that sings innumerable songs
with one, all-encompassing thought.
Never break the bonds of golden mind.
Throw out doubt and self-reproach.
Dive deep.
Deep below the flimsy dross.
Cosmos and psyche are indivisible
down there.
The ocean of consciousness is the true medium.
The message is infinite.

At the dawn of history,
Man built the pyramid of thought.
To this very day, he continues the project.
It shall never cease,
for as long as the stars shine within,
the imagination shall shine equally as bright.

A pantheon of ideas in flux:
The turbulent sea of neural nets
and synaptic seahorses.
Sharks bite ruminations, whales swallow
reveries.
Schools of dream-fish drifting through the deep.
There is the chasm, of course.
The deepest philosophies dwell in its great gap.

At the dawn of herstory, Woman built of a womb of thought.
To this very day, she incubates all myths and legends in it.
The womb shall never cease, for as long as zygote-revelations and
embryo-inklings are needed for the future of the universe, the womb
shall have its place.

The Imagination: the temporal map of hyperspace.
The reflections and refractions and reverberations of High Energetics.
We shall honor it until our biological lease is up.
And even then, we must realize the skeletal remains
stay behind while the mind-probe in us takes off.
Distant topographies await it.
Distant worlds need it.

In the Imagination,
The trees and the forest are One.
In the Imagination,
The radial-mind scans the unconscious skies.
In the Imagination,
all time is sacred.
In the Imagination,
All nations are treasured.

May the Great Jewel in us lead the way…