The Psalms of Mortality
Written by Henry M. Piironen
Copyright © 2012 Henry M. Piironen
First Part of "The Psalms of Mortality" Series
1.
In search of the profound wisdom,
And the untamed spirit of the ancient of us,
I, Chronos Art,
Wandered through the kingdoms of thought,
Explored the fountains of the unexplored realms,
Went through the iron gates of suffering,
Rose to the heavenly delight of the happiness,
Nurtured my fulfillment from my own being,
Stood amongst the common,
Those who seek not to unravel the depths of their existence,
And shared the richness of the experience I found,
When I was still but a wanderer.
Though I had the keys go where ever my heart desired,
Though I knew where all the treasures of heart, mind and wisdom were hidden,
And though I was so rich in my spirit,
Having found the infinite wisdom of the Universal Mind,
And could I have thus lived in abundance of the soul,
I was yet left with an unknown thirst.
I had seen how hatred had torn civilizations apart,
I had seen the skins of all evil when I was fighting the war against terrors of all kinds,
I had seen futures where mankind was no more,
And searched for the eyes that understood beyond the enslavement of thought,
For such were the eyes of peace.
And although I had traveled between heavenly, hell and the world between them,
Shouted to the ears of evil the words of the end of their time,
And although I had become through my many journeys like an angel of all depths,
Having visited Buddhas of all times, wise of all civilizations, and holy men,
Before the Unknown God I was naked and a trembling leaf.
2.
Standing before the Unknown God,
Having first sinned against this Infinite with vain thoughts,
I prayed “Let me never be Holy,
Let nothing separate my soul from others,
Instead,
Let me walk through all the kingdoms of this world,
Through all that have been and now are,
Let me live in equality instead of holiness;
Please, I pray you,
For me, a mortal,
One day is like a thousand years for an Eternal,
And so should the weight of every mortal be counted,
So please, I pray you,
As we all carry the infinite wisdom of the Universal Mind,
Give me eyes to see from that infinite what is essential for us, Mortals,
For I seek the liberty and the rights of the Mortal beings,
And the wisdom to the ways of Mortal Life.”
3.
Having thus renounced myself away from the blessings of the Holiness,
Having thus refused the gifts of Enlightenment,
Having thus liberated my soul from the bondage of all religions,
Thus having faith only to wisdom, ethics and righteousness,
I was free to wander freely through the Kingdoms of this realm,
Yet having the Unknown and Highest God in the Temple of my Heart,
For I search not for Eternal Existence,
These days of my mortality are my only Eternity,
An Eternity with a beginning and an end,
For as time is without a beginning and an end,
To be mortal is still to exist in Eternity.
4.
As now being completely mortal,
Though being born from the womb of non-existence,
I received the eyes to understand the nature of all mortals,
Not condemning, but being compassionate,
Even for the ones of the evil nature,
For as much as I would not condemn a wolf for its nature,
So was I able to see through the eyes of the evil ones,
Doing good without expecting others to do so,
Experiencing hurtful acts,
Yet not allowing them to transform my soul away from the way of peace,
For that is the nature of unconditional love.
5.
Living in solitude,
I write these Psalms of Mortality,
As unholy, unenlightened, unsaintly,
For you my brothers and sisters of mortality,
Independently of species, gender or race,
For in this realm,
All life is equally born to mortality,
And such should be the nature of our wisdom,
Though most of us seek to transcend into eternal existence,
To heavens of all kind,
To higher forms of existence.
Be in peace with your beliefs,
Leave behind the childish nature of being insulted by the names you are called,
Seek the fulfillment of your soul freely,
For as a mortal,
That is your right;
6.
With the level of its forms transient,
From humanity's turbulent changes cries,
The rising, from the gazes of its infinite ways,
The emergence of all things universal.
And, for your friend's compassion,
Perception of illusion illuminated,
Then will be first stones laid down,
Acting as if someone who did not wish to rise,
To the apocalypses of human nature,
How perfect the earth, and the silence of war upon it!
That the time past is seen as it is,
"A misunderstanding conditioned since birth,
To kill the unknown friends to us."
7.
The half broken hope,
A piece of our nobility intact,
The other containing the darkness of the night,
Shambled pieces to be found to make us whole.
Against our own nobility,
The stream of thirst to do evil,
Guiding the blinded eye,
We do mistake in our search;
My loved ones still,
Constantly before our eyes,
And yet we still reach those broken spots which we are.
Not so to our weapons of hate;
Like the cycles of water they rain,
Conquered,
If at least Love be mightier in battle than Hate.
That weakened ecstasy of bloodlust in me,
What shambles people make of their lives,
When our search for home is mistaken to thirsts.
8.
With awful eyes burning tears to my eyes,
This sight of the end me,
From now, till eternity,
Emptiness may be the place I will go from here;
As if a transient occupying the space could be called the true existence of me:
“O, mortal I am!”
Least should this wandering chameleon be the bearer of poisons,
Yet the spring of the love for my friends,
Even the unknown,
Whom I am not to return to,
Grant me joys and sorrows those of the immortal.
Like inhabitants of noble flame,
Not thirst of a poisoned love,
We’re stronger,
Generations connected through causality,
All life even holier through death!
Strong are we,
And our strength multiplied through the love for others,
Infinite throughout the endless gene
rations of humanity.
9.
The newly born people will remain uncertain,
Knowledge and the past we create will be their beacon,
Your hand, O mortal,
Will guide them,
With your hand to the still blind,
We will go together.
With your actions are theirs partly fated,
Yet they say: I saw him not.
Yet they say: I saw her not.
Because of the systems of morals,
Do practice morality for morality’s sake?
But the blind should not be so guided,
Peace of wisdom and known righteousness,
Would serve by nothing so much as the enlightenment of the beacon itself.
With steps unwilling to the conflict of continuation and mortality,
Society and the individual,
No sacrifice, only wisdom to knowledge is needed.
Side of my soul broad and deep,
Side of my soul for my sake alone,
For only part of my mortality shall I give to serve the whole,
The age calls some selfishness, and some for serving the ages to come,
And yet they both serve the ocean in which all the ages are one.
10.
Seeing its wanderings from a distance,
The illumination of the continuum,
Looking to the ignorance of our ancestors,
As if a friend's disease:
How arrogant am I to see my own ethical nature as the peak,
For in the millions of years to come,
But a quarter of a grain of sand in Sahara is my generation.
And ripples and the course between;
The world’s whole continuum radiates ominously,
Amazed of the forms it can take:
The ages died, as other mortals do.
In such unnatural degrees we rapidly transform our nature
As whole realities are within another's ways.
But on this great sight of lasting transformation,
Look for the greater birth inside of you,
For all that has been and will be is from the nature you are.
In your nature and free will,
All are for you to create,
For you to slaughter,
For you to love,
Whose courage may be the downfall of our