Shepherd and Bishop of the Church of Gnosis
Teacher of the tradition of inner knowing
Entered this world through the Kingdom of the Magyars
Passerby bishop in Yaldabaoth’s world of night
Holding his staff to the twinkling eons above
Awakening us to the blazing mind of Jung
Nourishing the eon of gnosis arisen
Anointed in heavenly baths of Christ Jesus
Hoeller died, yet he now lives in unfading light
Our Lady Sophia shed tears this month and night
Enter the Fullness of love and divinity
Lily of the valley, who escaped death’s valley
Look and behold the divine aeons’ faces
Enter the Fullness of the Mother and Father
Rest in the Bridal Chamber of Christ our saviour
(Acrostic poem in honour of Bishop Stephan A. Hoeller, who died on May 3 2026).
A man was once Jung at heart
His dreams set him apart
He tapped the collective unconscious
People thought him preposterous
So he channelled his visions through art.
(“Something from Nothing”, 2024, original encaustic)
Anima comes and goes
Ever youthful sprite
Of singular beauty
In ever changing form
Like a year of turning seasons
A day of shifting light
A being aging in a lifetime
Sometimes she seems to leave me
And sometimes lead me on
Then comes to pull me in
With a kiss that simply says
We have never been apart
Anima knows me
Better than I know her
Like a mirror
Endlessly reflecting light
(3/5/26)
You're never too old
to be young
at heart
even Freud was Jung
from the very start
altho' childbirth
is a labour of love
it's all in the swing
of things
and to about-face
child discipline
is strictly a case
of heir conditioning
Jung lectured of dogma
its strangling of the symbol
the Medieval melted with magma
doubt was born, its smile twinkled
As monks wrote songs of Poliphile
Seeking soul from the external
in the Enlightened world,
nothing seems to be real
For eons our ancestors
were certain of the eternal
Is the light worth its weight?
Pain now lifted by pharmaceuticals
A flock who just can't walk straight
Now we live in plight or we are
simply deemed neurotypical..
(detail of "Rainbow Body", original encaustic, 2018)
Sun Made Flesh and Fiber
In the woods of your own making every tree
has a dark side
and each, a whole, casts a shadow.
Where can you turn
to find a way through?
Where can you run
that does not lead back into?
Trees, however dark and dense we find them,
only grow by the light of Sun.
They are in fact Sun made flesh and fiber,
and we, Sun’s eyes
as bright as stars
whose dust we honor,
have no home but here.
(From my 2019 book of the same name)
All reciprocal love
it's not the same ...
Feeling love,
if you can ... not
if you can is to deliver love
to whom love does not wish ...
You can, and you must
be super strong ...
If we said
the truth of reality,
few yet
would believe ...
Symptom, it's a pain
that you only sense when
feel...
Say something,
it's one thing ... to be
understood, it's another ...
Freedom is an act
to commit madness
without going insane ...
What is known,
it is not known, until
let it be said ...
There is no common way,
nor measure
that fits
to all... !
Ps quotes from these famous thinkers
rethought and complemented by me,
without however escaping from central axis ...
Put This Puppy To Bed
Kim Jung-Un of North Korea's shame
Tinkers with missiles in his grim game
Whatsoever in his head
Can he just put it to bed
So that earth doesn't wake up aflame
9/15/17
9,9,7,7,9
CARL G. JUNG
visionary dreams
alchemy magic red book
history's image
I used to think
something came from
down the great tube of body and brain.
I thought I saw a light.
But I'm grown less certain.
I now think it all comes
from this tiny Earth,
emergent detail. Memory
is all that's left
of mystery.
Man and woman, one in the same,
Beseeching seductions, provisions, and prosperous name.
Some may face struggle, while others maintain reign.
Quagmires discharged, with little to gain.
Although impressive, a lifetime of masculine praise
does not surpass the mental struggle in which females prevail,
So please preform arrogant mussel portrayal,
but I double-dog dare you to not go insane,
when beaten by father, and absent mother’s place blame.
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