Under the Sun

A blog dedicated to exploring the art of transformation-personal, emotional, spiritual, and societal. "Transformation lives in every word, waiting to bloom." Main blog @paximilianwrites

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Bronze Age

There it was

The Statue

Coming forth

Out of

Darkness

Shining

Bright Fire

Against copper skin

Metallic

Reflecting from

The Light of

The Torch

Held tightly

In my hand

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Long ago,

As I was told

The Desert

Was a

Luscious Paradise

Of emerging Gods

Great works

Of Art

 I

Looked

My mind

Wandered

In wonder

Traveling

From the Golden

Path

To now the Dark

Cave

Trying to Unravel

Why

The Garden Road

Now Led

To a dry

Desert Terrain

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It was then

The Statue

Grinned mischievous

In its knowing

Glowing Eyes

Narrowing

Like half moons

Teeth flashing

A Trick

Of the light

A mirror image

Of the True Nature

Residing in me

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The Statue

Made of bronze

Was the sign

A Holy Warning

Hellbringer

Harbinger

Of things

And the future

Not yet spun

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The Statue

Becoming a lighthouse

Strong Stone Beacon

Standing on the stormy shores

Of the infinite

Aquatic Time

Guiding me now

Through the Darkness

Showing me

That Bronze

Was better

Than Iron

I would

In the Future

Face

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Silver Age: Rise

Rise up

From the ground

From the mud

That they pushed

You

Down into

Suffocating

And 

Humiliating

Rise 

Like the Lotus

A Phoenix

From the very ashes

Of the all powerful

Sun

In the sky

Rise 

To the stars

And grasp

The threads of Life

In gentle hands

And 

With a fierce heart

Rise

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Silver Age: Four Seasons

We have four seasons

Divided into the Holy Four

Directions of a Compass

Showing the change of colors

Spring,

Summer,

Fall,

Winter,

Repeating

AD INFINITUM

 In the Four Seasons  

Our life cycles

Reflected

In nature

Infant 

Child

Adolescent

Adult

Repeating

AD INFINITUM

 Balance is important

In the Four Seasons

Sturdy pillars

Physical

Emotional

Mental

Spiritual

 Our great house

Of Suffering

We must attain

SINE FINE

But foolish belief

 Matched with unchallenged Ego

Reduces the Four to ONE

 As we strive to break these cycles

Snapping round cords

Of the planetary chain

To create things 

In our own image

In our narrow kaleidoscope

Of Human Hubris

SINE FINE

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Silver Age: Evil Emerges

Evil emerges

From its hiding place

Within the folds of darkness

Like a mouse coming

Out of its hole

Sneaking around

Infesting life

With a plague 

Of Hatred

Thousands of years

Upon thousands of years

Evil in disguise

Wearing a mask

To fool the Light 

Of Day

Evil

Lurking in the shadows

Like Judas

Cowering beside the firelight

Of Peace

Asking for forgiveness

With deception

In its heart

Evil

An army

Devouring locusts

A power

Not even

Satan can

Tame

Turning

Friends into foes

Allies into enemies

Evil

The True Enemy

Of Light

A poisonous snake

Wrapping slowly

Around our necks

We must break free

Stomping it

Into the ground

Evil

A rabid dog

We must look

In its evil eyes

And Stand

Never turning

Our Backs

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Silver Age: Silver

In the fading light Of the Golden Age Darkness taking flight Unfurling long feathered Wings Reaching high towards the heavens Holding the moon The silver Crystal Ball Prophetic eye  In the void Of the black raven sky Lighting the night In a soft glow Of Dreams And terrible visions Of Fright

It was Silver That signaled the change The heralding of a new age As Darkness swallowed the passing  Day Silver  Slipping fast  Between the fingers Of Men As coins fell  Into heavy hands Tired and weary As the beasts of burden Groaned, struggling underneath Their weight

To Silver It is we who owe our thanks Teaching us how to be Restricted by its chains

For where would we be Without the snake Of Silver shine Luring us out of the Garden With only a dime To be caught up by the rivers Of Greed Learning how to easily cheat Our friends and Neighbors With a simple moon beam gleam In our dark eyes

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Silver Age: Divine Feminine

A soft lullaby Humming on the breeze I hear you in my heart Singing to me

I feel you near Caressing my skin As I watch the leaves Wave gently  With your power

In eternal love You have chosen me Picking me Like a flower Among a sea of grass

You Holding me close Whisper to me Things I remember From lifetimes ago And things I forget When I wake up Alone

In the cocoon Of your power I know Life unfolds On delicate Fragile wings

Buried by hatred Divine Feminine Violence inflicted Upon you Is violence Inflicted upon Me

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Silver Age: Divine Feminine

A soft lullaby Humming on the breeze I hear you in my heart Singing to me

I feel you near Caressing my skin As I watch the leaves Wave gently  With your power

In eternal love You have chosen me Picking me Like a flower Among a sea of grass

You Holding me close Whisper to me Things I remember From lifetimes ago And things I forget When I wake up Alone

In the cocoon Of your power I know Life unfolds On delicate Fragile wings

Buried by hatred Divine Feminine Violence inflicted Upon you Is violence Inflicted upon Me

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The Golden Age: Four Ages of (Hu)mans

The four ages of man, Like the four seasons And four cycles of life We are all bound together, Circle, upon circle, upon circle The linking chains of infinity.

We have now passed all the great ages, The gold, silver, and bronze As though passing them on a raft,  Going down the river of time Which heads straight towards The Cliff, The Iron Age.

In the final age of chaos, Of destruction, Of Humanity’s insanity, Greedily paddling Forward towards the mirage On the edge of the Waterfall of Death Of power and wealth Delirious on our own illusions And lies that we have created paradise Acting no different than the gods themselves, In our petty definitions of civilization And societal advancement.

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The Golden Age: The Od(d)yssey

My journey is not a straight

Trajectory, a simple

Flight of an arrow

That hits the target

The Fates

Designed for me

It isn’t the sling,

Shot of the stone

Across the water

Skipping the surface

With a steady beat

My journey is not even an 

Odyssey, 

A hero’s cycle

Rounding off 

On an even number

Drifting from legendary battle

My journey is an

Oddity, 

An odd one

As I wander restlessly

From one phase of life to the next

Like searching for the right book

In a library

My journey is odd

Because I have changed

Undergoing the process of metamorphosis

Through every encounter

From childhood

To now adolescence

Surviving, 

Thriving,

And ultimately Living

I changed,

Transforming from a seed,

To a sapling

To a strong tree 

Strong enough

To withstand the storm

Life creates for me

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The Golden Age: Eternal Summer

Eternal Summer

Before the birth

Of time

First of all

Strong in solar

Prime

Eternal Summer

Pure Gold Light

Bright

Warm glow

Cascading down

Making everything 

Grow

Eternal Summer

Green Gold Life

Rich in abundance

Forever

Not knowing 

Struggle or Strife

Eternal Summer

Best of all

In Glory

Immortal

Allow us 

To remain

Without worry

Or sorrow

Eternal Summer

Blessed are we

Holy Garden

Allow us to experience

Summer for eternity

[metamorphesque]

The Count of Monte Cristo, Alexandre Dumas

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The Golden Age: The Universe

I lay in the waters of space

An expanse of eternity, light, and stars

Floating in the spaces between 

The willful Universe and the void of Darkness

Drifting among the clouds of dust

Sleeping softly to the humming

Of vibrant explosions and formations

Destruction, Creation, Death, and Rebirth 

I understood

Balance of the Forces within and without

Of Gods with many arms and eyes

Shining brightly, Eternal Gaze

Soundlessly laughing 

Mouths wide open

Black Holes

Singing, screaming

The universal language 

Speaking Constant

Of Power unimaginable, unharvestable, untouchable,

Unfathomable

To puny Egos and blind Ignorance

The Universe is both Chaos and Order

Simultaneous

No Good or Evil

Just Life

Spinning in Infinity Symbols

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The Golden Age: O Sun

Where do I begin but with the Sun? The big ball of fiery yellow Floating in the sky Life bringer, Symbol of enlightenment, God of all gods From which civilizations Now turned to dust Raised up arms  Singing your praise Warming us all In the perfect amount of day

O ye Sun Now you gaze upon me Lighting my brow With thoughts  And with questions That are not entirely my own As I sit underneath my favorite tree And watch your light shine down Upon the land I wonder what it all means This planet And the swirling stars

Why are we all here Drifting about Through immeasurable time And cold, dark space

Why is it you That gives us all life Unhesitantly, Unconditionally, Involuntarily

As we  Charged like batteries Destroy all the wonders  Ignoring your Golden Rule That strength doesn’t come  From violence But from compassion, Of standing in your light And giving  by uplifting those around you For you are the Sun Which we all look up to

So now, O majestic Sun Grant me greater vision And the power To share with others My words So that they too Can remember their light

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Metamorphic Incantation

My words transform into shapes 

Images created not from my own command

But possessed with the fervor of voices

Calling out to me,

Urging me to inscribe their thoughts 

Messages of hope and warnings of fate

Before it becomes too late.

I am haunted by the whispers on the wind

The songs in my dreams,

Fragments of stories told in a series of scenes.

My words change as I change,

My thoughts twisting and turning 

A kaleidoscope of finite words 

Refracting only the divine reflection,

Trying to find the right ones to make you see

The life not perceived

 My greatest wish to communicate 

All the things that flash before my eyes 

Searing themselves into my mind,

My hopes and fears,

My happiness and sadness,

To show you that you are never alone

For I am connected to you

Through this journey of life

And the metamorphic growth

We all undergo