tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36471532359284148702023-11-16T01:28:36.172-05:00Chasing TaoThe thoughts, writings, metaphysical researches, as well as a selection of images from the Contemplative Photographic Art™ of Roger Allen Baut.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger73125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647153235928414870.post-12751106555645496432013-01-25T22:13:00.002-05:002013-01-26T22:03:08.244-05:00Inspiration
"What do you believe you've seen?""They say seeing is believing.""But, the true question is,'What do you believe you've seen?'" S7L
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647153235928414870.post-87750180681567301722012-10-03T08:13:00.000-04:002013-01-27T13:01:33.337-05:00Pale Shadows: Wednesday Wake-Up Call 03.10.12
Image: Chief Sitting Bull
Fog appears on the road.
A silence encompasses the land.
No past, no future, only present,
Only now, is at hand.
On the path are many travelers.
All traveling through time and space.
Floating along their pathless paths,
As pale shadows fill this place.
Walking, but not walking.
Clothed, but not clothed.
Smiling, but not smiling.
Dreams within a Unknownnoreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647153235928414870.post-88532440563976758512012-09-29T16:09:00.000-04:002014-11-09T13:58:48.608-05:00Tides of Change
[Baut Images: High Tide]
The tides of change are coming.
The planet rotates on it's axis.
Lorna Doone plays the piano.
You sip a cup of tea,
Whilst I rid the skies of lies.
The tides of change are coming.
Species dying every day.
Miley Cyrus gets a ticket.
As Meatloaf burns in the oven,
And I play the game to win it.
The tides of change are coming.
More mercury inUnknownnoreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647153235928414870.post-49648675232272883382012-09-25T09:00:00.000-04:002014-10-04T16:08:34.436-04:00Autumn's Only Chariot
[Baut Images: Autumn Moon]
Celestial light
As the Sun enters Libra,
A quarter moon
That's made of silver.
Autumnal Equinox
Of stories told,
How energy balances
For those with souls.
Ride the wind,
Ride the waves,
Ride the vibrations
In Autumn's only chariot.
2012 Roger Allen Baut
Note: Once again this is a poetic triplet, consisting of an image, poem, and video Unknownnoreply@blogger.com35tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647153235928414870.post-47725928021858246442012-08-28T13:00:00.000-04:002012-08-28T18:37:49.902-04:00Insidious Deception v2 Judy Collins edit
[Baut images: Vision of the Oligarch]
Insidious deception
Lies behind the tainted smiles,
And winks and nods
Of fetid humans,
Who haven't a clue
As to what being human means.
Takers, rapers, pillagers all,
Who've taken their ill gotten goods
To faraway lands, yet,
Pretend to support democracy,
Whilst taking from the poor
And giving to the rich.
Bastards, Sons of Unknownnoreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647153235928414870.post-10122707944864430782012-08-27T14:32:00.000-04:002014-11-09T14:31:43.595-05:00Insidious Deception
[Baut Images: The Oligarch]
Insidious deception
Lies behind the smiles,
And winks and nods
Of fake humans,
Who don't have a clue
As to what being human means.
Takers, rapers, pillagers all,
Who take their ill gotten goods
And hide them in other lands,
Yet, pretend to be pro democracy,
All the whilst taking from the poor
And giving to the rich.
Bastards, Sons of Satan,
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647153235928414870.post-20829440028390476162012-07-24T12:21:00.000-04:002012-07-24T12:21:45.714-04:00Capitalism's 'Sacrifice Zones' w/Chris Hedges
WAKE-UP AMERICA!
Hedges tells Bill Moyers. "It's the willingness on the part of people who seek personal enrichment to destroy other human beings...And because the mechanisms of governance can no longer control them, there is nothing now within the formal mechanisms of power to stop them from creating essentially a corporate oligarchic state."
Here is part of an interview Chris Hedges had Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647153235928414870.post-36846106595738952502012-07-20T08:25:00.001-04:002012-08-07T18:13:08.129-04:00Why?
[Baut Images: Connectedness]
The Earth is a beautiful planet with so many things to see, from its oceans, lakes, mountains, rivers and streams, landscapes, to it's four seasons. During my lifetime, I have been fortunate to travel to Asia, Europe, and several places in North America. I have seen some wonderful, and perhaps not so wonderful things in this world Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647153235928414870.post-29280761514072087172012-07-10T14:35:00.000-04:002012-07-10T18:47:20.890-04:00Circle Dancing
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[Baut Images: Le Danse]
Circle dancing.
Around you go
In egocentric circles.
Spinning ever onward,
As Mother Earth,
Speaks only of her woe.
Circle dancing.
Ever expanding
In egocentric circles.
Our fate is determined
By one another,
Yet, who will stop to Unknownnoreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647153235928414870.post-87975601066661130712012-06-28T13:19:00.001-04:002014-10-04T19:37:40.200-04:00❀ Butterfly Daze w/Symbiosis ❀
[Baut Images: Symbiosis]Many ancient cultures and societies have viewed the butterfly as a symbol of transformation and change, because of its impressive process of metamorphosis.
❀ Butterfly Daze ❀
Resplendent in all of it's beauty
The butterfly does not strut about
Seeking it's own praise or glory.
It does not sit for hours waiting to be liked,
Or seek out Unknownnoreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647153235928414870.post-89990291243055086802012-06-13T14:04:00.001-04:002012-06-13T14:48:33.746-04:00ARCANUM XVI (The Tower)
[Baut Images: The Tower or The Lightening]
ARCANUM XVI
Description:
A tower is decapitated by a thunderbolt. Misery, distress, indigence, adversity, calamity, deception, ruin.
The chastisement of pride.
A crowned and uncrowned man are
precipitated from the tower,
falling down with the rest of the debris.
光
Falling.
Falling.
Falling in slow motion,
The Bill of Rights Unknownnoreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647153235928414870.post-11392783943122046592012-06-05T14:11:00.001-04:002012-06-05T14:14:55.769-04:00Trapped Souls
[Baut Images: Soul Flight]
She says, "I want my freedom!"
He says, "You can never be truly free."
She says, "That's not true."
He says, "Yes, it is."
She says, "What do you mean?"
He says, "Youre a soul trapped inside a physical body."She says, "You're crazy!"
He says, "Am I now?"
Dance.
Dance the dance.
Dance the dance of the soul.
We've been dancing since time began,
And it'sUnknownnoreply@blogger.com28tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647153235928414870.post-67366315351932732752012-06-02T16:35:00.000-04:002012-06-02T16:35:57.766-04:00Sirens Wail!
[Baut Images: Scratch the Sky]
Sirens wail!
Lights are flashing!
No one heeds the call!
光
No one really cares.
Hypnotized from childhood.
Don't do that!
Do this!
光
Suck on a binky.
It's so soothing.
There's plastic in your blood.
Toxins in your soup.
光
Drink swill from the tap.
It's better for you.
It's full of fluoride.
Full of chemicals.
光Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647153235928414870.post-60128215340273108632012-05-23T10:58:00.001-04:002012-05-23T11:09:13.809-04:00Tempest Rising
[Tempest: Maxfield Parrish]
There's a tempest stirring.
I can feel it in my soul.
The Earth is trembling.
The sky is moving sideways.
The oceans are flooding.
The fires making highways.
There's a tempest stirring.
I can feel it in my soul.
Ego.
Greed.
Duplicity.
Pusillanimity.
There's a tempest stirring.
I can feel it in my soul.
The Earth will open.
The sky will cry.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647153235928414870.post-84609030017975191732012-05-19T21:52:00.000-04:002012-05-19T21:58:21.057-04:00Oceans of Creativity
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[Baut Images: Coming Home to Albion]
There are Oceans of Creativity.
There are Seas of Enchantment.
There are Lakes of Dreams.
There are pools of light beneath the Earth.
Yet, we chose to ignore them,
And simply settle for the routine.
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647153235928414870.post-87780343779669013322012-05-10T15:39:00.000-04:002012-05-10T15:40:22.482-04:00AIR CASTLES
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AIR CASTLES: Maxfield Parish
And behold I saw many signs and wonders in the heavens,
and in the earths!
I saw the many worlds of the galaxy, laid out before me,
and unreality, reflected from reality.
The mirror of my soul's Unknownnoreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647153235928414870.post-52147810591688729622012-04-09T14:26:00.001-04:002012-04-09T14:58:12.324-04:00Art Takes Times Square
[Baut Images: The Gate]
Everyone has a certain creative ability, or an innate sense of art, that may be expressed through the written word, paint brush, chalk, chisel, pen, camera, et cetera. Those who claim to not have this creative ability, I believe, have not had it nurtured, or allowed to grow. It is there, within, if one but only looks and realizes, as creativity, I believe, isUnknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647153235928414870.post-88274285323955361052012-03-18T11:26:00.012-04:002012-03-20T13:38:32.373-04:00Sunset: including Invocation to Kāli काली
[Baut Images: Sylvan Lake Sunset]
Sunset.
Sun is setting.
Sun is setting fire.
Sun is setting fire to the Earth.
I am the fire
that burns through
the tree limbs
of late October.
Come Kāli oh goddess of time and change
I am the celestial fireand I am herehaving traveled the waves of timefrom space to space.
Come Kāli and dance the Dance of Ages
I am the fireand Sword of Kālithat burns Unknownnoreply@blogger.com34tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647153235928414870.post-39430509052747626242012-03-04T15:06:00.003-05:002012-03-06T11:49:29.287-05:00Miranda
[Baut Images: Tiny Dancer (Ebony Jewelwing)]
They call her Miranda
she's a tiny dancer
flitting from floor to floor.
She dances and whirls
Priouettes and twirlsfloating like a cloud on the air.
The audience clapsas she ends her actthen starts up again, anew.
This time she's fasteras silver flashesup around, then down to the ground.
But none hardly seeas her daggers she sheathsand puts Unknownnoreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647153235928414870.post-18675125333718185272012-02-28T14:18:00.003-05:002012-02-28T14:20:39.372-05:00Many Lives
[Baut Images: Pathless Path]
How many paths do we travel in one life?How many roles do we play in one life?How many lives do we live in one life?
And yet, so many do not seeHow each 'now' moment,How each 'new' experience,Leads them from there, to here.
And how every choice shapes usInto who we are today.Like the potter, who shapesThe clay on the wheel; round and round.
Molding and Unknownnoreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647153235928414870.post-3907180156943508802012-02-21T11:54:00.006-05:002012-02-21T15:23:43.887-05:00Bleak Winter
[Baut Images: Winter Collage]
Oh, bleak Winter,From where have you comeTo taunt us with bygone daysOf snowfields in the sun.
Bleak Winter with gray skies.Branches scratching the LightFrom out the dayAnd into night.
Bleak Winter with little snow.A travesty of a seasonCarved in ashesFor no reason.
Bleak Winter with perfidious weather.Leaving us to ponderWhere Jack Frost has goneIn a Unknownnoreply@blogger.com30tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647153235928414870.post-4336555135853076842012-02-19T14:45:00.011-05:002012-02-19T15:09:08.094-05:00The Shorty Awards
[Stock Image: Laurel Wreath]
I have not actually blogged an article in some time, but on the morning of February 18th, about 3:30 a.m., I woke up with the Shorty Awards on my mind, and knew that I needed to write something about them.So, for all of you who may, or may not know, this was my second outing with the Shortys, and they really weren’t something I had planned on doing Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647153235928414870.post-12573688756190775462012-01-17T15:16:00.004-05:002012-01-19T11:01:24.876-05:00The Great Game
Baut Images: The Iron Mask
Call a spade, a spade.
A club, a club.
A heart, a heart,
And a diamond, a diamond.
A spade, to dig your grave.
A club, to beat your wife.
A heart, to rend and wound.
And a diamond, made from blood.
And so it is
You play the great game!
The great game of Poker,
Whilst trying to outsmart one another,
And pretend, to be friends, when you're not.
Petty Unknownnoreply@blogger.com32tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647153235928414870.post-6620965420873382912011-12-20T14:36:00.005-05:002011-12-20T14:43:17.862-05:00Winter Solstice
Baut Images: Sudden Snow
Sudden snow.
A pause.
An inhalation.
Waiting.
Watching.
The planet stirs.
Solar storm warning.
Winter Solstice.
Ice knives fly.
Too late.
No cover.
Homeland insecurity.
Fear merchants.
No recompense for the rich.
Sudden snow.
A pause.
An exhalation.
St. Vitus dances.
Bankers leap from windows.
Jeremiah reads Lamentations.
The city lays deserted.
Roger Allen BautUnknownnoreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3647153235928414870.post-4543389873877433512011-12-17T10:12:00.005-05:002011-12-17T10:22:24.220-05:00I Remember Autumn
[Baut Images: Angel in the Sky]
I remember Autumn, as a child.
Smoky scents on a crisping breeze.
Images of baked potatoes.
Frost.
Clear blue skies.
A hazy amber afternoon sun setting.
School children.
Cornstalks.
I was a child then.
A potential.
Dreaming.
Dreaming still.
But, the child is now locked inside,
And away from those Halcyon Days
Of golden September and October;
When weUnknownnoreply@blogger.com6