Gnosis

Worn down by the frantic stillness of modernity The soul yearns for desire One that is slowly fading, beneath the loss of meaning. So complex, conflicting, the wants of man The pleasures of flesh, nature's decree No less than the longing of the spirit For everything that is out of the world For that which destroys the predictability of this world For that which unchains the eternal laws, which prohibit eternity and infinity. These notions, existing only in the human mind, Rise above the programmed, unfolding matter of the cosmos Yet, they still emerge out of the flesh, dependent, And cease a moment after it fails. Are we truly then, a part of this world Or are we, the Children of Matter, Perishing aimlessly, by the hand of our own parent Their wondrous plane destroyed again and again For it is desire, not observation, that the soul is eternal Rationality speaks to my ego To battle with death, to hate the frail flesh To aim for the transfiguration of my being To conquer eternity and infinity The Cosmos speaks to my soul To embrace body and love, to be a sentinel of life And willingly join with All, in eternity and infinity Renouncing identity and person-hood Can these perspectives be reconciled? When every action sways towards one or the other Or is it self-deceit to search for a middle path?

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 25, 2025

Man's soul is an enigma. A part of the cosmos, yet so different to it. An eye that looks beyond the flesh A mind that creates a new dimension, That of forms and ideas. What is more natural, Than to walk even further On the uphill path That led us here. Wisdom soars through the ages The eye that sees the world as it is Made from it, yet not of it Owned by no one, it binds us as one Unveiling the eternal threads that connect us. The inner truth, beyond what is experienced, Is an object to behold, yet not an object in itself, But the relation in-between, the shadow and the sun, The word and the meaning, one being and another, The direction of the universe's flow. Τhrough Gnosis it is brought back into life, A cycle complete. Oh Godess, lead me into your heart Let me bring you pregnant light Let it descend through the heavens then again, To lay on the fertile seed of the future. Earth and Space. Body and Consciousness. Eros and Logos. Man and Culture. Parts and Whole. Emerging, all-encompassing, concentric circles. Show me these moments When the layers converge And inspiration forms. The right order for the path to the stars. Humanity needs a purpose that is outside of her. The mind flies away, out of this planet, Into far away galaxies, into timeless domains. What is our part in the greater scheme of it all? I yearn for transformation.

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 25, 2025

Aristoteles through the eye of Averroes. Averroes through the eye of Borges. Borges through the eye of Me. A line that passes through the ages, eroded By loss of memory, border of culture, consciousness isolated Partially pregnant, partially sterile. Let me become a bridge between the East and the West.

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 25, 2025

What is it that we crave? Nothing less than eternal life, An untiring soul, an unfading pleasure The survival of identity, of memory The never-ending growth of person-hood. Yet, is transcendence really more of the same Or a state unimaginable by current perspective? I am no longer satisfied by ruminations of awe Of knowledge partial and fragmented I must become what I have envisioned The structures emerge from below Each higher one, a union of multiplicity In which dynamics are not destroyed But opposites are held together In conditional, creative balance The reconciliation of Self and Whole. You are the inspirited matter, the last circle You encompass all of the universe's forces inside you. You have foreseen the Absolute. You can create the Absolute. As atoms (matter) converge, life emerges. Αs life grows, consciousness (soul) evolves. As consciousness awakes (through Gnosis), spirit arises. As spirits (post-humans) converge, God will emerge. A God made of flesh and consciousness. A moment of the utmost complexity, beauty and power. A supreme intelligence, a Noosphere, a Singularity. Consistent of, but beyond individuality. Is this to be the End? Or just another step forward in the unending, spiral staircase of infinity.

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 25, 2025

This track is instrumental.

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