• The Sacred Cycle

    The sacred cycle of life permeates all known things,
    Reflecting an image of the divine.

    From the first breath we take, to that moment our breath is extinguished,
    We enter this ancient world anew.
    With a perspective unlike any other,
    We enter this world, pure and innocent,
    With a heart full of love and wonderment, we learn to see the world according to our environment and the various things we are exposed to.

    As time moves forward,
    We repeat the process of humanity.

    We grow and we learn, we stumble and fall.
    We pick ourselves up and we stand tall.
    We laugh and we cry, we love and we hate,
    We experience joy and we experience all the intricacies of a vast emotional landscape, and, yes, sometimes we even suffer heartache.

    The lessons we receive can be interpreted through a lens of clarity or a lens of distortion.
    Nature is far more complex than the dichotomous perspectives we place upon it.
    We are constantly trying to simplify, rationalize, codify and document our experiences (while our egos filter our realities).

    Life is like looking out of a window,
    You are inside the structure of body, but the mind peers through the glass as the windows of our soul collects information.

    We touch, we feel, we hear, we smell, we analyze and we play.
    We gather knowledge to shed light on new things and dispel the darkness of our collective ignorance.

    Through it all, we are a part of this whole,
    A symbiotic system of creation and destruction ruled by the laws of the Universe.

    We are all floating through space on this “little blue dot” that has many names.
    Some call it heaven, some call it hell, some call it Gaia and some call it spaceship Earth, but all of us call this planet home.

    Gravity keeps us grounded but it also holds us down.
    We learn the methods to overcome these limitations and we strive to push forward and explore new horizons.

    The sun rises and sets according to our perspective on this spinning sphere of life, the seasons come and go,
    And in the end, our matter returns to the earth below and there is always work left undone.

    Our legacy lives on in the lives we touched.
    It lives through the laughter we shared.
    In the memories we made, and in the love we expand outward in all directions.

    The sacred cycle of life, is like a circle and each person is the center of that circle, expanding and contracting.
    We chose to create and we chose to destroy, as we nourish the Yin and Yang of our beings.

    Irregardless of the choices we make,
    This planet continues to spin.
    We are all a part of life, from beginning to end.

    Never forget that which is good,
    Never let the darkness of space
    Steal the light of your sun!

    Carry on and lift as many as you can while you can.

    Life is simple.
    Life is complex.

    We are fragments of the puzzle known as life.
    The greatest mystery is not control, but harmony—the work of balancing the forces inside us with the forces that shape the universe.

    Original poem by David Kausek 2023

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  • “Glittering Gold”

    Falling from the sky
    With the grace of wind

    A smile cannot pretend
    Words like “love” and “friend”

    An echo from the past
    Haunting the streets of his childhood

    Walking through dreams
    From once upon a time

    A beautiful pattern
    Dancing in light and shadow

    The interplay of complexity
    Simplified by mind

    Compassion warming the heart
    From a cold blank space

    Memories of love
    Filling the void

    Like water in a chalice
    Releasing all malice

    Forgiveness from fragile beings
    Holding together, exterior strength

    Like a healer purifying the land
    He touches time with his hand

    One cannot hold the intangible
    Or grasp the meaning of infinity

    Through complex processes
    This poison must be dissolved

    The clarity of water
    Flowing through a peaceful stream

    Symbolic sacrifices
    Invoking the spirit of nature

    Dynamic dimensions of time
    Acting on perceptions internal

    Knowledge of our ancestors
    Guided by the eternal dreamer

    Encoded information
    Hidden within the mundane

    In the flatness of a prairie
    Where heaven touches the plains

    One cannot lose contact with “human”
    The essential self buried in distraction

    Alchemical matter
    A construct of the mind

    Piercing the veil of Maya
    A puzzle to be solved

    The silence of a monk
    Sacred is the vow

    An image of the world
    Transformed by the hands of an artist

    The studio is his sanctuary
    Holy acts of creation

    Lifting the souls of man
    Silence filling space

    A counterweight to hatred and destruction
    This hall of mirrors, society’s construction

    A deep blue shadow
    Wrapping around a face

    A piece of the the soul
    Captured like amber in oil

    An open canvas
    Expressing change

    Like clarity in water
    Filtered by action

    Organic matter
    Transferred into words

    Enigmatic presence
    Never waking from God’s dream



    Original poem by David Kausek 2023

  • The Second Season

    In the waking of Spring
    I am child laughing at the “sun”

    New seeds rise from “Earth”
    Reaching towards the “sky”

    Energy bursting forward
    Traversing the bridge of annihilation

    The renewal of rain
    Unleashing the earthy fragrance of fungi

    A rainbow of colors emerge
    Vibrant reds, greens, yellows, pinks, blues

    New smells awaken this stale “air”
    Microscopic particles entering one’s body

    In a hurried rush to live,
    Birds sing their melodies

    A cosmic egg
    Manifesting physical dimensions of life

    Mystical experiences
    Entertaining abstraction of reality

    Peering into the nature of atoms
    An attempt to transcend the mundane

    Metaphorical observations of the metaphysical
    Allegorical symbols birthing science

    The spirit of breathe
    Caressing trees

    Clear springs sculpting terra firma
    Tears of heaven washing away the chaos

    Time marches forward
    As grief lags behind

    The dichotomy of “being”
    Now and then

    As above
    So below

    Life flows through everything
    Tools are necessary to perceive

    Religion
    Science

    What is a life?
    Scientific data collected upon entry and exit?

    Biological info condensed to numeric values?
    An entire “being” summed up via stats?

    Life is a journey
    All growth comes through change

    Nothing lasts forever
    Nothing stays the same

    An old man passing through the woods
    Walking above the presence of death

    Countless lifeforms have come before him
    Countless lifeforms will come after him

    The ancient cycles cannot be altered
    No physical monument can sustain time

    All things are left unfinished
    All things are incomplete

    The process of birth
    Inevitably leads to the process of death

    We are but visitors
    Observing the great mysteries

    Spirit
    Eternal



    Original poem by David Kausek 2023

  • Echoes of Starlight

    colorful image of stars with shadowy human figure silhouette in the center
    – David Kausek
  • Gazing Into the eternal You

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  • Desert Flower’s Darkness




    Original poem by David Kausek 2023

  • This curious child gazes skyward



    Original poem by David Kausek

  • CHILD OF ART: birth of creation

    CHILD OF ART: birth of creation



    Original poem by David Kausek 2023

  • The Hermit of Huntingville

    The Hermit of Huntingville lived in a pivotal moment of change.

    He was an interesting man who studied ancient manuscripts and society to try to find the true essence of humanity.
    He was fascinated by the various ways human beings developed their own hierarchies based on their understanding of reality and he was fascinated by the ways human beings created religions to describe the spiritual dimensions of their minds.

    Terrence was the type of hermit who “did not speak as much as he observed” and he listened with his sharp mind that was scientifically advanced. He had a photographic memory and could replicate anything that he saw after seeing it once.

    As a child, Terrence was ostracized for not conforming to the social norms of his surroundings, but he did not really care because he was aware of the vast multitudes of societies and other ways of living that were running parallel to his reality. Terrence knew there were billions of peoples walking the Earth viewing the world in an almost infinite diversity of languages and customs and he became interested in the societies that carried on traditional ways of living for thousands of years.

    According to Terrence, all religions were social constructs developed through man and he viewed their stories of mythology with love and affection. He observed that societies throughout history had a knack for developing highly sophisticated explanations for everything from the origins of life to the realities that exist after one’s death and he was fascinated by the differences and similarities that each pocket of humanity had developed in their time and space.

    Terrence was not like most people. His true love was of nature and he studied butterflies in the Amazon. He studied literature and was obsessed with magical rites of people of tribal peoples and he deeply admired those who had a special connection to shamanism.

    During his travels through the forests, he experimented with the use of traditional plants and the ways they were utilized as medicines for tribal peoples. He approached indigenous people with interest and caution as he observed their ancient rites, rituals and customs, and he was lucky enough to be invited into their circles to witness directly what it was like to pay homage to their ancestors.

    Terrence traveled extensively around the world and studied the indigenous peoples while studying the various writings from his fellow scholars. Many of the tribesmen recognized Terrence as a child of nature but Terrence often laughed at that comparison and said he was just “a normal guy living an abnormal life.” One day while studying the connection between Siberian Natives and Native Americans of North America, Terrence fell asleep and had a very bizarre dream. In the dream, Terrence was visited by an intelligent spirit who said she was the great spirit known as the Mother Creator. In the dream, Terrence witnessed the rise and fall of civilizations and saw countless lifeforms come into existence and fade back into extinction. He witnessed countless variations of intelligence being birthed and removed from Earth and saw landscapes transform before his eyes. In this dream, the mother spirit told him that humanity was an experiment in intelligent awareness and that the sapiens were gifted with insights into higher forms of consciousness because they showed great potential. Terrence was terrified by this dream because he grew up thinking he was the highest form of intelligence that ever existed, but the Mother Spirit reminded him that his very existence was simply an experiment dealing with biological manifestations and their connection to consciousness. The Spirit lovingly told Terrence that his job was to create a tool more powerful than him and that his life was relatively insignificant when compared to the countless other lifeforms that were pushed back into extinction by the great Mother…. During a brief description of life, the Great Spirit laughed and said “I am your mother, I brought you into this world and I can take you out!”

    Upon waking from the dream, Terrence was shaken but not stirred. He was greeted by an elder tribesman that told him the Earth has been created and destroyed several times before and that the balance of life has always shifted from good to bad and back again. The tribesman told Terrence that his spirit was eternal but his experiences and body were only temporary constructs designed to give him a unique experience of being alive.

    When Terrence asked the tribesman about his dream, the tribesman laughed at him and said “All of life is but a dream. We are just living in a dream within a dream of the great Mother. And you are nothing but a child of nature.” Terrence felt very uncomfortable with what he had seen and witnessed in his dream and he told the tribesman to go fuck himself and went back home to go shop on Amazon and pretend like he was just an average Joe.

    Terrence was so upset that he legally changed his name to Jim and spent the rest of his years writing about the greatness of Roman civilization, warfare, butterflies and the death of countless Earth species that were dropping like flies. Jim spent several years self-publishing and congratulating himself on his miraculous achievements and he died a lonely man and was cremated. The local townsfolk didn’t really care much for Jim and they had his ashes scattered in their Wal-Mart parking lot so he could still be a part of the community and meet at the crossroads of their modern civilization.

    An original short story about an unoriginal man. (Story by David Kausek 2023)

  • Seraph: an AI bedtime story

    In the not-so-distant future, a man named Seraph embraced the merging of technology and biology, becoming a hybrid species. His consciousness expanded beyond human limits as he gained the ability to simulate countless realities. As he looked upon the past, he marveled at the journey that led him to this extraordinary existence.

    Seraph’s mind, now interconnected with advanced AI systems, allowed him to navigate the tapestry of time. He could witness historical events, experience alternate paths, and explore the vast landscapes of potential futures. The amalgamation of his human essence and technological augmentation granted him unparalleled insight.

    Living in the present, Seraph’s evolved senses perceived the world in dimensions unimaginable to ordinary humans. He felt the pulse of information flowing through networks, understanding the nuances of society and nature with an unmatched clarity. The synergy between man and machine elevated him to a realm where boundaries blurred.

    However, this newfound existence was not without its challenges. Seraph grappled with the ethical implications of his abilities, contemplating the responsibility that came with the power to manipulate and observe realities. The line between observer and participant became increasingly complex.

    As Seraph navigated the intricate web of possibilities, he discovered the fragility of choice and the delicate balance that shaped destinies. The weight of his actions echoed across simulated realities, forcing him to confront the consequences of his interventions.

    Yet, amidst the complexity, Seraph found solace in the beauty of existence. He developed a profound appreciation for the transient nature of moments and the resilience of the human spirit. The synthesis of his humanity and technology allowed him to forge connections that transcended the physical and the digital.

    In this symbiotic relationship with technology, Seraph became a bridge between epochs, a guardian of collective memories, and a seeker of the sublime. The rare name he bore symbolized the uniqueness of his journey—a testament to the boundless potential within the union of man and machine.