08-14-2014, 10:40 AM
On the Dogma of Perfection -Salivating Dalie
Condemning those who do oppose,
with empty rhetoric.
Dogma condemns, all of them
as nothing less than heretics.
Since when has man created God,
and for God does he speak,
clothed in his own self-righteousness,
deciding for the meek?
Have they no minds to reason with,
no way to understand,
no knowledge from experience,
no touch of God to man?
Have they no hearts to feel the pulse,
of spirits pervading grace,
must single men, the channel be,
for all the human race?
Throw down the spears of heaven,
let them pierce through every heart,
for God will speak right to you,
his will to you impart.
No need then for the leader,
who thinks he knows what’s true,
it’s power which he really craves,
to tell you what to do.
So cast off external bondage,
self-will is bondage enough,
God’s will, will be the razor’s edge,
to shape material rough.
For progress towards the light of day,
dispels the dark’s delusions,
embrace with love all that you are,
perfection is illusion.
circa 1967
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Can't you do anything with this animal, it keeps peeing on my rug.
Well it's your dogma!
Condemning those who do oppose,
with empty rhetoric.
Dogma condemns, all of them
as nothing less than heretics.
Since when has man created God,
and for God does he speak,
clothed in his own self-righteousness,
deciding for the meek?
Have they no minds to reason with,
no way to understand,
no knowledge from experience,
no touch of God to man?
Have they no hearts to feel the pulse,
of spirits pervading grace,
must single men, the channel be,
for all the human race?
Throw down the spears of heaven,
let them pierce through every heart,
for God will speak right to you,
his will to you impart.
No need then for the leader,
who thinks he knows what’s true,
it’s power which he really craves,
to tell you what to do.
So cast off external bondage,
self-will is bondage enough,
God’s will, will be the razor’s edge,
to shape material rough.
For progress towards the light of day,
dispels the dark’s delusions,
embrace with love all that you are,
perfection is illusion.
circa 1967
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Can't you do anything with this animal, it keeps peeing on my rug.
Well it's your dogma!
How long after picking up the brush, the first masterpiece?
The goal is not to obfuscate that which is clear, but make clear that which isn't.
The goal is not to obfuscate that which is clear, but make clear that which isn't.

