A METAMORPHOSIS ENCUMBERED:
Meditations On The Human Experience
A Work by Valerie Lynn Stephens
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©2013 Valerie Lynn Stephens. All rights reserved.
Dedication
This volume of my thoughts & insights is an homage to all fellow beings of the sentient kind who cloak themselves within the heavy twilight of Introspection & dwell within the second light of Reason.
FEAR & LOATHING IN SELFDOM
Are we or are we not, humbled by our own presence?
'Tis no power greater within the Self than that of the Will.
You are a force to be reckoned with.
Use your power wisely.
Our perfection shies away beneath those masques adorned to conceal our perceived flaws.
Only when the grieving of the loss of the Former Self has been found,
can those encumbering cocoons of former incarnations be unwound.
Most things are attainable only upon condition of the absence of that which refuses to be excluded.
The pharynx behind all perishable gluttony covets the feast of the Soul, waiting to swallow us whole, where we will soon become rotting, churning entrails festering within the Body Politic of narcissistic Fear & Greed, never to be relieved.
During high desert noon, the Mortal curses the clouds, as the Sun burns a hole right through him.
Loneliness can be assuaged only with the sheerest gauze & abrasive balm of Vulnerability.
Damnation is an Absolute Truth worshiped daily before the indestructible Shrine of the Ego.
We are all condemned to die, via "I"-anide.
Some of us revel not in the sweet-throated harmonies of the nightingale,
but wait with eager ebon ears for the dissonant din
of the Crow's undaunted projections.
The self-insisted Realist secretly dances upon the edges of clouds.
If I am caught unawares, stripped bare before you, you will be deftly undressed with mine eyes.
Who I am is who I'm not, unless who I'm not, I've forgot.
We worship man because we fear God.
We allow ourselves to be worshiped because we fear the ungodliness of ourselves.
The cognizance of the absence of Humility is the deft pin which deflates the engorged head of Narcissism.
Sensations of suffering seize far more than those of Pleasure,
As the human mind,
Rarely ceases to find,
The seaweed before the Treasure.
INSIGHTS & ENQUIRIES
The peevish prospect of Joy's annihilation,
time & again throttles the Mind full-force forth
unto the cold, void cosmos of Pessimistic Ponderance.
I may not see a sound,
I may not hear a sight,
I may not feel a taste,
I may not taste a touch,
But I can always smell a possibility...
The stars may be reborn only within the womb of the Sleeping Filament.
Intuition speaks only from the deafening silence of premeditative contemplation.
Do you eschew old, to seem young, with more still yet unsung?
Initial perception is already miles lagging behind when the lost light of Reason illumines the path of Truth.
Do you destroy to destroy, or destroy to create?
See of all that is through the mere anatomical eye, and all will be robbed of its true form.
Do you eschew young to seem older, with more to behold, more to be told, thus to be seen as bolder?
Taste of the experience of Life with only the sweet-savoring tongue, and all shall be robbed of its true sustenance.
Praise is encouragement not meant to inflate, but to make modestly great.
Do you create to create or create to destroy?
Jealousy loathes that which threatens to take,
Envy craves that which it loathes,
while Loathing revels in the plentiful devotion of them both.
Usually that which seeks to identify itself as found, is indeed lost.
The human soul is a ravening flame, which needs to be both fanned & tamed.
Why do we shoot popcorn kernels at a mere crescent moon?
CONDEMNATION & REDEMPTION
The preponderance of mortality bears the seed of exaltation within the womb of insight.
Night whispers to me
Breathes gentle life into me
Stillness & silence
Sweetly deafen the Mind's Ear
With nothing left to seek
Nothing left to find
As within me there is felt
No more violence.
Rush to the ends of the shore, an offertory of thyself to all of the elements you cannot master.
Rush to the ends of the shore, where Unity & Harmony await within a quiet, humble surrender to thy utter impotence & finity.
Dreamtime is when we attend the nightly Mass Of sweet somnolence,
Confessing it all to our Subliminal Priest,
So that when we rise we may go forth,
Born again, in to the absolute light of Reason,
To be resuscitated time & again,
By the newfound consciousness
Of True Lucidity.
Beware the scorns, of silent ovations & blaring horns.
Beauty is both blessing and curse.
Salvation is a slow taming of Inertia by an inside force.
We seek endlessly because we fear not finding.
We give endlessly because we fear the taking.
The metamorphosis of Fate,
When taken upon one's own wings,
Shall bring the Self to full revolution time & again,
Until Eternity arrives to halt the dizzying spin.
HATE, LOVE & LUST
You are my mirror. In your eyes I am reflected.
Yet in my eyes you are deflected.
For all you seem to see is the me, that only you want me to be.
Thus, together we cannot be,
Unless we can become one plus one,
Merging into the same mirror,
Yet still fathomed as two images.
Do you hate to hate, love to hate, or hate as honestly as you love, so that you may love with an unparalleled Freedom & Joy?
We cluster together, bound by the insurmountable gravity of each our own solipsistic humanity, denying that we are all truly lone stars, seeking in vain, a kindred galaxy.
Activism is oftentimes masked cowardice,
As those who seize despotic power are truly powerless.
Those who shun excellence embrace oppression,
As those who feign indifference are courting obsession.
Some things that seem of stupidity,
Could be advocating validity.
And a love that appears overzealous,
Is a love doomed to become over-jealous.
If I cut you away from me,
Would you bleed to death?
Or would the sight of me,
Walking away,
With a devil-may-care sway,
Be your coagulant?
We become possessive most of those we will soon come to disown.
We hate the ones we love the most.
Apathy is born only within the wake of expended Obsession.
We love because we fear the lovelessness.
The lush vines of yearning have been known to pine & entwine the Soul within a slow but rapturous asphyxiation.
After having been coerced into repressive hibernation,
By the harsh winters of past loves & losses,
The two-headed Beast of Love & Lust,
Soon enough shall stir.
Pinocchio is the elder brother of Cupid.
FURTHER TRUTHS & PONDERANCES
Innocence clings to the cold, dry breast of Ignorance, a virgin, oppressed & pining within the boudoir of the Soul, to be raped by the engorged phallus of Truth, uncensored.
Severed from the umbilical cord of Mother, the Child flourishes.
Reason sees with more clarity,
The synchronous similarity,
Of all things deemed a Disparity.
That which seeks to identify itself as lost, is indeed, found.
A total deduction of Conscious Investment and Profit =
the True Measure Of Humility.
Fate is very fickle. Neglect it, it will abandon you.
When there is no tangible seed with which to fertilize the Soul,
Spiritual Parthenogenesis occurs, and thus is born from this barren egg,
The Separate Self, the bastard progeny of the Disunified Essence.
Silence of Mind & Tongue are akin to the subtle yet evocative sonancies of the Intuition.
The circumstantial theoreticals underrepresented,
Shall be daily overruled,
By the not quite moot,
Paternity/Maternity suit,
Of the material evidence sparingly presented.
Everybody has a soul, but not everyone's got Soul!
Oftentimes the most compelling suggestions, are those truths revealed in the form of Questions.
The Erstwhile is meticulously & faithfully crafted
By the prolific potter
Of Antiquity,
As the Forthwith revels in the artisanship
of them both.
Destitution is realized only in the full presence of newfound fecundity, as fecundity is realized only in the presence of newfound destitution.
The synthesis of Idealism & Realism comes to fathomable fruition, when the Mind passively perceives, and the Anatomy kinetically responds, thus eradicating mere premonition.
FRIENDS & FOES
We are truly awoken by slumber.
Introspection is sanative. Denial is lethal.
Temporary self-restraint, begets less permanent self-reproach.
Envy is the barbed-wire cage which quarantines the Soul within its ravaging disease, denying the panacea of personal esteem & thrivance.
The mind creates to destroy,
As the hand loves to be coy,
Destruction minds no creation,
As coyness, too, has a hand in mad elation.
Adulation is deceptive,
Fame is fleeting,
And the ones who possess both,
Best learn fear themselves.
Usually the things that can set us free, are those things we feel most encumbered by.
Life is game of Chess. Place your King in check...Stalemate.
Idolized enlightenment of the Intellect may lead one to the darkness of true Ignorance.
The devious luminosity of euphoric Oblivion is in truth, the lost light of Redemption.
Shall Eternity be thicker than Time, why must we feel so betrayed?
As long as we are defendants of mortal descendancy,
The plaintiff of the rational mind
Shall always bring suit
Against the repeat offensive illogicalities
Of homo sapiens cognitive tendency.
The heart speaks in inaudible tones, while the Mind deafens the Spirit to tragically mute drones.
Longing possesses no capacity for aversive conditioning, and will remain akin to compulsivity until rendered inert by the docile yet dynamic force of Surrender.
If a man has 100 friends, he also has 101 enemies.
The Dreamer senses himself to be the closest of them all, to achieving the Idealism of Realism, and the Realism of Dreaming.
The inner essence of purity is time & again obfuscated by the denial of unifying depth introspection.
That which desires Unity & Integration, must first allow for Disunity & Disintegration.
Righteous fervour is rekindled only through the conscious spark & fuel of Materialist/Objectivist De-realization.
The human organism will undergo asomatous Gradualism, as old traits no longer self-preservatory, are phased out day by day, by the inevitable laws, of Metaphysical Evolution.
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