Mystery School: The Case of a Missing World

By Sean O’

Life may be a school of mysteries to many of us, or a series of puzzles, from which we learn, or do not, at our own choosing. The problem is we don't see that many answers to life's meanings are lying all round us in everyday circumstances.
For the intrepid learner in us all, this book is a selection of pruse and poetry,personal observations from SeanO's heart. Everywhere around us lie the scattered seeds and shoots of the great mysterium we call Life. In the most ordinary events, in common objects and throw-away objects d'art, at momentous and trivial moments too, all the secret codas await decoding.
Once we get past the surfaces of things- our enlightenment begins. The good and bad, the great and ugly each reveal how societies work from day to day, as does nature from moment to moment. Once we look past the lenses each of us is conditioned to wear, our sense of purpose and meaning rejuvinates. If life is a school then let the learning begin; with baby steps if necessary, before we try to run.

Mystery School is the second book in a series concerned with hidden forces amid ordinary experiences. The three sections are intended to focus on the same kinds of mystery hidden in different everyday experiences, written in different fonts- aka instruments- in forms of prose/poetry. The voices are different yet the same personalities are revealed behind each opening window and door.
The three fonts connect to either Asian Ha'iku or European free verse,American slang and universal cultural memetics/ genetics. SeanO is attempting to comment on our disappearing flora and fauna, while living in the urban recession of the past decade. He feels that the loss of our environmental integrity in the 21st century, is a sure path to industrialisation of what cannot be risked; our free spirits and immaterial souls.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse UK
• Release date: Mar 31, 2014
• ISBN: 9781496975645

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Mystery School

The case of a missing world

Sean O’

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BONSAI GARDEN

After The Tsunami 2004 Asia

Bonsai Garden

Companions or Gods?

Dictatorship of My Species

First Bonsai Moment (A—alpha/ W—omega)

Guffaw

Heads Above Water

The Jockey’s Regret

Karma Kingdom

The Mortal Moon

Original knowledge

Rock Paper Scissors (in slow time, then modern quick)

Second Food Of The Day (for C. Miloscz)

Silk Scenery

Sunray Moonray

Teach Yerself

The Science Of Belief

                      I have seen

A curious child, who dwelt upon a tract

Of inland ground, applying to his ear

The convolutions of a smooth-lipped shell;

To which, in silence hushed, his very soul

Listened intensely; and his countenance soon

Brightened with joy; for within were heard

Murmurings, whereby the monitor expressed

mysterious union with its native sea.

       William Wordsworth 1770-1850

       Ode, Intimations of Immortality

                      That blessed mood

In which the burden of the mystery,

In which the heavy and the weary weight

Of all this unintelligible world,

Is lightened.

       W. Wordsworth   

       Tintern Abbey

After The Tsunami 2004 Asia

Killer wave that drowned

my friends like rag dolls, mouths burst, rent

flesh seams, worms, black mouths

death forced down their throats—

a million dead is nothing, you

beast,—blood milk for noon

tea, black breath, death wind—

tsunami strips a beach bare, kids

freeze—about to die

God’s heart? Black hole—your gut

wrenching appetite for chaos—

Kind nature?—Not yours!

Bonsai Garden

Beautiful when clipt

set with tree friends round a koi pond

designs of the tamed

child artists only

ten inches tall—dreaming big dreams

of a perfect world.

Companions or Gods?

   Too often we gaze

   up to the god stars but do not

   notice angels near

   in the haze of night

   when summer’s too bright

   when faintest stars fade from your eyes

   some shy, wise, sleepy

   sensing the night has switched to light

   crawl into their beds

   old favourites fade like gods dying—

   anachronism saints

   to their halls retire.

Dictatorship of My Species

       A lot could be said—

       Even more could be written down,

       suffice it to state;

       the lowest three crimes

       come from our lowest three chakras;

       anus, crotch, belly—

       the anus brings shitfaced murder,

       betrayed by the groins,

       the biggest culprit

       a greedy belly

       devouring worlds like so much cake—

       someone else’s share

       Mandela was right

       The prophets were all so spot on~

       Take no more’n you give.

First Bonsai Moment

(A—alpha/ W—omega)

          Aw, said the alpha

          plants upon breathing in cold air

          baby breaths, small lungs

          Wa, cried the bonsai,

          omega in my head,-it’s so

          hot when I breathe out.

Guffaw

Smile woman, please smile

that it may reach deeply into

someone’s open heart

man who easily

smiles does so if his sun has warmed

her moon in triune

a guffaw takes place

when laughter gets sent into space

that has no orbits.

Heads Above Water

      Searching all round me?

Friends sinking one by one, all drowned

         relatives gone too

       Who has lost her head?

   Sinking in swells of the living,

       Waves of the soon dead

       Who has kept his head?

Men’s hearts lie submerged, top heavy—

       Rise, you light baggage.

The Jockey’s Regret

    For want of a shoe

    his stallion was lost at the jump~

    one of life’s little tragic details?

    For want of a mate

    the mare died of a broken heart~

    lost love’s often big consequence?

Karma Kingdom

    Jao the Seventh built

    Great Angkor Wat out of jungle

    rocks and banyan trees

    Music of the spheres

    sculptures of gods predicting vast

    pasts presents futures

    Dead King of All Towns

    cradled now in his mother’s arms~

    Earth love has returned.

The Mortal Moon

          Shot by her sisters

          maybe twice or more

          undomestic violent bombs

          through her head and heart

          grey bullet comets

          cold uncalculating killers

          premeditated?

          I think not, since neither I nor

          you existed there.

Original knowledge

          I waded down home~

          Mother sea welcomed me laughing