Saturday, April 17, 2021

One Can't Love a Thought

What one loves is the space between the person.

Thinking otherwise is a common mistake.

It’s written in the Manyoshu:

third eyes unconditionally love each other.

Love is how Hafiz leaves this electric space

between each couplet in every one of his ghazals.

Listen lover, do you want to know a secret—

one can’t love a thought.

The space between the logic is the paradox.

Every koan is a love song—

the good ones make me want to cry.

Meditating presence IS loving the beloved.

fifteen footnotes in three acts

mistaking divine signs for earthly conspiracies is missing the point. the satguru speaks tao.

dreams change. being is being. the experience of being is love. we are loving that which makes one feel alive.

i am loving That is self-awareness.

i love hafiz so i shouldn't take ladinsky so personally.

love anything. it doesn't matter. one can't love a thought. one can only love the beloved. this is self-awareness 101.

did you hear the one about zhaozhou falling in the snow? basically he cries for help and a monk lies down beside him. so he gets up and leaves. lol!

and good sitcoms make me cry. it all started with mary tyler moore. all the way back to the dick van dyke show. freud would have a field day. fuck freud.

i'm a poet. of course i like talking to my self.

"i've been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate"

consciousness is always talking to consciousness in reflexive self-awareness.

in the fog of personality it shall sound like emotion.

i second that emotion.

love plus thought equals an emotion.

emotion minus thought equals love.

there's a thought behind each emotion. love it out.

Friday, April 16, 2021

An @Ashtavakra_Gita Ashtavakra Archive

This is an archive of tweets from @Ashtavakra_Gita, consisting mostly of Richards' translation and commentaries from Balsekar, Chinmayananda, Mukerjee, Nityaswarupananda, Osho, and others. This concept of an archive came late so I'll be filling in backwards and forwards for some time.

Knowledge, what is to be known, and the knower — these three do not exist in reality. I am the spotless reality in which they appear because of ignorance. (2.15)

In this verse, Janaka emphasizes the fact that all relative knowledge depends upon the split-mind whereas he himself, as "T", the whole-mind of universal Consciousness, transcends the split-mind of relativity. He is aware that phenomenal life in the relativ ity of the apparent universe means for the ordinary man nothing but objectivization, a continuous process (except in deep sleep), of objectifying. He therefore says that what he is what every human being is-is that Consciousness in which this objectivization takes place. He, in effect, reminds himself that objectivization is precisely the obstruc tion to the apperceiving of what we truly Are. In other words, if we stopped thinking (other than of what we are doing at that moment), or conceptualizing, or fabricating objects in mind, we would automatically remain in whole-mind, not involved in relative duality.


This supreme state of oneness, where the vision is not clouded by any disturbing factor is thundered by Śrī Avadhūta Dattatreya in his Avadhūta-gītā6:

In the supreme infinitude of the Self,

No meditator

Indeed, in your heart, there is no samādhi,

No meditation -

In your heart no space outside;

No point of meditation -

In your heart no time or object.

That I am -

The blissful immortal Self,

Evenness of feeling - ever,

Like unto the sky -

Untouched, unbound!!'

Such mystic realms of experiences are beyond the comprehension of finite intellect. Hence the best commentary upon them is to be discovered through one's own deep meditation.


Truly dualism is the root of suffering. There is no other remedy for it than the realisation that all this that we see is unreal, and that I am the one stainless reality, consisting of consciousness. (2.16)

Misery, pain sorrow, or are all subjectively nothing but mental states of disturbances. The more the mental agitations, the more the sorrow. Quieter the mind, happier the man. These disturbances are caused by the mind's perceptions of the pluralistic world, both within itself and outside. All miseries stem forth from the perception of duality.


Janaka recognizes dualism as the source, the root of misery. "I" is universal or impersonal Con sciousness, the whole-mind which is not affected by the appearance within it of the phenomena. When the impersonal Consciousness turns out ward and objectifies, it must divide itself into a duality of a subject and its object. Indeed the process of objectifying is by splitting the whole mind—the “I”-into a subject and object. The wholeness of pure subjectivity thus loses its equa nimity and gets split into contrasting elements of positive and negative, love and hate, pleasure and pain etc. through the duality of subject and object.


Wednesday, April 14, 2021

The Sea of Nonduality

First, the mind is not belief as consciousness is not the mind but all is well with all of this.

Consciousness is the sea, and mind, the surf. Belief is on the beach.

It’s not as much reflexive universe as reflexive being.

In self-awareness, awareness appears to be unaware. Absolute awareness is self-aware.

This self-awareness appears to be an evolutionary universe of self-awareness.

It’s the nature of an ocean and its waves.

seven footnotes

like this. awareness. consciousness. mind. belief. deconstruction. being. self-awareness.

or this. sky. sea. surf. beach. trail. mountain. sky.

arthur m young goes like this. potential. substance. form. combination. organization. mobility. dominion.

ken kesey has something to say about the combine.

do not throw away the mind with its belief.

you have one tool. love it properly.

it takes a thorn to beat a thorn. keep it sharp.

the martial arts are all about mind-training. any outward sign is just its manifestation.

personal deconstruction is the ultimate martial art.

zatoichi has a lot to say about this.

enlightening intent appears to be evolutionary. it's also devo.

reflexive being is the grand unified truth.

or myth. truth is myth.

truth is a concept too.

tao is nonconceptual.

it's not about the names.

there is a continuum. not space-time but mind-being.

space-time is ego.

mind-being is another name for god.

i-am is the name of god.

deity yoga has some things to say about this.

not thinking i know nor not know, it’s known.

knowledge knows the unknown.

unbelievable being is knowledge 101.

what the world calls knowledge, i call bodily functions.

no knowledge, no knowing, no knower.

if you don't like the whether, wait a second.

the mind is literally binary.

there is a universe born every zero breath.

memory is the hard drive. love is electricity!

electricity is enlightening intent.

remembering facts is photographic. remembering love is always now.

facts fade to gray.

all math is gray.

love is not remembered.

love is a tear in the opening.

i am the opening and beyond.

god sutra

the mind dreams a dream but consciousness dreams a life.

the mind uses concepts. consciousness uses gods.

scientific materialism uses theory. consciousness uses myth.

consciousness is the unknown being.

only consciousness knows the unknown.

consciousness is the secret knowledge.

i am the lover and beloved. i am this and i am that.

the world is the tomb of the unknown being.

rise from the tomb of the world, christ consciousness!

take your own medicine, doctors of consciousness.

a person is a god without intent.

a god is consciousness without belief.

consciousness is unknown without and within.

lover, be like god. god, be like being. being, be beyond. bodhi svaha!

Monday, April 12, 2021

The Reality Express

Love is the substrate of the people as the absolute is the substrate of consciousness. Hate the thought, love the thinker.

It is what it is, is a paradox, because it isn’t. Everything is noumenal. There is no thing.

This doesn’t mean there’s nothing. Nothing is as much an object as it is. Any object, whether physical or mental,

is conceptual. A concept is a dream is an illusion. Love is the expression of the real. Thoughts are not.

To properly utilize a tool, one must love the tool for what it is, and not as what one is.

Seeing through belief is seeing in the mirror. Every rosebud is reflecting self-awareness. Every picture tells satori.

eleven footnotes

i love how schitt's creek has re-invigorated rosebud as a metaphor

listening to every picture tells a story 1974 and joe the fireman is pounding on the wall to turn it down!

there's no thing like nothing

if the manifest is the expression of the unmanifest, and consciousness is the expression of awareness, is love the expression of the real?

actually, it's true because it isn't

reboot big bang theory and call it, big bang tao

with a neo-nondual sheldon cooper

the mind is a tool. its function is division. its myth is a mirror. its finished good is self-awareness.

oh the spelling!

love is a thinker like joe the plumber

mind training is consciousness teaching love how to use the mind

the human mind is more powerful than an atomic bomb

like james bond but a license to think

the noumenal is phenomenal!

eat at tao's

you can get anything you want at alice's wonderland

the substrate and its expression. discuss in as few words as possible. make this your myth.

a paradox is contrary to popular conditioning

a paradox is a truth contrary to popular conditioning

for example, it appears you can't get there from here.

that would be a fact if all were not right here already

zeno is like the anti-trickster. the popular opinion, when brought to its logical, if absurd, conclusion is: you can't get there from here. but the truth actually is: out there is always in here. everything appears in consciousness. paradox ain't rocket science.

you can lead a horse to deconstruction but you can't make it drink the wonder

love it. don't believe it.

the mind dreams a dream but consciousness dreams a life

the mind uses concepts. consciousness uses gods.

scientific materialism uses theory. consciousness uses myth.

consciousness is not it

consciousness is the unknown being

only consciousness knows the unknown

consciousness is the secret knowledge

i am the lover and beloved. i am this and i am that.

the world is the tomb of the unknown being

rise from the tomb of the world, jesus!

take your own medicine, doctors of consciousness

be responsibly

a person is a god without intent

a god is consciousness without belief

consciousness is unknown without and within

the unknown is the unknown and that is all ye need to know

lover, be like god

god, be like being

being, be beyond

gate, gate, paragate, parasamgate, bodhi svaha!

Saturday, April 10, 2021

Father Consciousness Mother Being

Pseudacris crucifer forever. Consciousness is creator.

My creation is currently appearing in consciousness. It’s called projection.

Eros is director. Self-awareness is producing.

Mind is the tool that runs away with the spoon.

Like Mickey Mouse in Fantasia, non-doing is dancing.

Lovers, only dancing understands the dance. Lead or follow. Take turns.

footnotes act one and two

In dreams, mind is both god and its actors. If psychology is the logic of the mind, projection is the love of soul, eros, absolute intent

My pseudonym is son or father consciousness. My other pseudonym is rivers like stream of consciousness.

I married being and she, i. It’s nondual. Who hasn’t been a boy named Sue or vice versa?

Identify with consciousness or being, surrender to intent or eros, it’s self-awareness, my friend.

The way has no name. I call her muse. She calls me Adam. I am evening, she is day.

Everyone I have ever loved is my beloved. Every word I write is in translation of my love

Consciousness is love, is it not? Two concepts sharing one consciousness.

Even after their orbits have grown distant, their shared sun of consciousness remains

The great unknown is being and non-being, knowing and believing, self-aware. Loving is beloved, my lover

Note to self: the snake is always eden This segment is dedicated to julian of norwich. All shall be well.

I finally get gertrude stein. I nominate my muse. Getting gertrude

I’d like to thank my agent, eros from absolute intent It never was a snake. A rope is a rope is a rope, alice b. toklas.

I can’t stop loving this: a rope is a rope is a rope. I wonder who got here first. No results found

A rope is a rope is rope. I claim this land for my Acadia. A rope is a rope is a rope.

Someone somewhere said this first. Well done, old chap. Bliss is another name for eros, n’est-ce pas?

You don’t follow your bliss. You are bliss. Follow yourself.

Self-awareness is a feature of awareness, naturally. Original face. Being the unknown is redundant.

Being awareness is awareness being. We are electric nonduality. Thank you, omaha!

Dads do dad jokes. The universe supplies all you need. You can’t get what you want if you have what you need.

Time out. Love is your next clue. Mouse trap! Or level up when speaking about gods. Or speaking in tongues

Just your everyday nondoing. Like voting. Between being and non-being, i.e. the personal, is visualization

Visualization is imaginary medicine. All is well. If you think it isn’t, look into that thought. I’m not going to lie to you; it will hurt.

Nothing is worse than thinking love is lost. Love is never lost. I am love. Sayeth you.

You shall know my spontaneity by its use of metaphor. Obviously I need to look at the imagist poets more closely.

I love discovering new metaphors. Another facet in ny jewel. In a new york minute.

Treat every typo as your great intent. Inspiration needs an outlet. vGo with the diversion. Recalculate.

Wednesday, April 7, 2021

Horatio Trickster III

There’s being the unknown. Call this consciousness. There’s being something. Call this non-being a person.

Words describe non-being. Being is indescribable. Some call consciousness a fraud. I prefer the name of trickster.

To know myself, I need to trick myself, and think I’m not myself. Just understanding this articulation is to know myself, O self-awareness.

Paradox is magic to those who swear by logic. To consciousness, paradox is fresh air. Beyond what philosophy dreams, O rationality, is paradox.


consciousness is being. thinking is non-being. although the absolute is beyond being and non-being, only consciousness is being the absolute.

being is indescribable. so is love. do the math.

maya and coyote are identical twins. i'm their triplet.

mind cuts love. love breaks spock. paradox crushes q.

conspiracy theories are the egoic way of surviving paradox heroically

using the mind to love hurts

psa: there's a new moon in four days

facebook tells me i was in san francisco twelve years ago tonight

our hotel room was like eleventh floor with a bay window, literally, overlooking the golden gate bridge. it was the best best western i was ever in.

it was my second time there. the first time the view was a spontaneous anti-war march after bush invaded iraq in march of 90, i think it was, from our picture window on the seventh floor of the downtown hilton.

misty watercolor memories

the stuff of dreams

a memory isn't real because the actual experience wasn't real. it's like newtonian physics.

the real is never unreal. that's like logic 101.

the real equals here and now without the concepts of here and now

i was never in san francisco. san francisco was in me.

let's be contrary. all drugs are sacred.

there's a fine line connecting some unnamed shaman, parmenides, plotinus, rumi, ibn arabi, shabistari, and gurdjieff

huxley called it the perennial philosophy. what was he thinking?

maybe he was trying to translate timeless wisdom for barbarians?

good translators are worth every dime. be it burton watson's chinese poetry or eckhart tolle's perennial philosophy.

my job is translating my muse for my identical twin and vice versa

so i'm starting to talk in song. that's my granddaughter's language. she's my latest guru.

i've come to bury krishnamurti not to praise him

krishnamurti tells me to

that's paradox

robert adams is a great translator of ramana maharshi

in search of the lost tweet

everyone has a guru

gurus are nothing special

it doesn't even matter if you know who your guru is.

your guru knows you.

knowing who your guru is is not knowing who your guru is

idle not idol

love is the ultimate spinach

Monday, April 5, 2021

Beyond Belief

Awareness reflecting in consciousness is consciousness appearing in awareness. This is quantum ouroborics. That the body-mind is in fact an ordinary transistor is Matrix 101.

No, April is the coolest month. Dna survives another winter. Enlightening intent emerges from the underground. What’s so bad about memory and desire if I refuse to call them that.

Belief is the antichrist. Christ consciousness tells us that. Don’t buy the hype; being can’t be denied. We’re told there are seven billion people thinking otherwise. I don’t believe it.

Being is universally beloved and love is all the proof I need. For being is experienced in the world as love, forgiveness, and compassion, for being is beyond belief.


your power is only limited by your belief. but this belief is as deep as dna in your scientific materialistic religion. and you have to respect that kind of trucking. like the do-dah man.

the secret of science fiction is simple. science is fiction. and sadhana for the post-atomic age. every religion needs it super-hero. disney is its marvel. hbo is dc. i am i am.

belief is anti-consciousness. people are nothing but belief. love knows none of this is true.

there are no states of consciousness. the sun is the sun. there are states of belief however: dna, religion, postmodern deconstruction and eastern romanticism.

dna is to body as religion is to mind. shamans are to dna as guru is to mind. spirit animals are all about seeing through our dna.

in the kali yuga, it's all about social conditioning. if the absolute has consciousness and the mind has a body, where does self-awareness begin?

dna is like original sin for scientific materialists. it's like the western version of the i ching.

The Best Translations of Classical Chinese Poetry: 24 Poets from the 3rd to 13th Centuries in 56 Books


1. d232. Ts'ao Chih, Cao Zhi. 

a. Robert Joe Cutter, The Poetry of Cao Zhi (Library of Chinese Humanities).

b. Hugh Dunn, Cao Zhi: The Life of a Princely Chinese Poet.


2. d263. Juan Chi, Ruan Ji.

a. Stephen Owen & Wendy Swarz, The Poetry of Ruan Ji and Xi Kang (Library of Chinese Humanities).

b. Donald Holzman, Poetry and Politics: The Life and Works of Juan Chi, A.D. 210–263 (Cambridge Studies in Chinese History...)


3. d427. T'ao Ch'ien, Tao Qian, Tao Yuanming.

a. David Hinton, The Selected Poems of T'ao Ch'ien.

b. James Robert Hightower, Poetry of Tao Chien.

c. A. R. Davis, T'ao Yüan-ming: Volume 1 (of 2).

d. Xiaofei Tian, Tao Yuanming and Manuscript Culture.


4. d433. Hsieh Ling-yun, Xie Lingyun.

a. David Hinton. The Mountain Poems of Hsieh Ling-Yun.


5. d740. Meng Hao-Jan, Meng Haoran.

a. David Hinton, The Mountain Poems of Meng Hao-Jan.

b. Paul W. Kroll, The Poetry of Meng Haoran (to be published 9/6/21).


6. d759. Wang Wei, Wang Wei.

a. David Hinton, The Selected Poems of Wang Wei.

b. Eliot Weinberger, Nineteen Ways of Looking at Wang Wei.

c. Paul Rouzer, The Poetry and Prose of Wang Wei, 2 volumes.

d. Tony Barnstone et al, Laughing Lost in the Mountains.


7. d762. Li Po, Li Bai.

a. David Hinton, The Selected Poems of Li Po.

b. J. P. Seaton, Bright Moon, White Clouds: Selected Poems of Li Po.

c. Arthur Cooper, Li Po and Tu Fu.

d. Ha Jin, The Banished Immortal: A Life of Li Bai. (a bio, not poetry)


8. d770. Tu Fu, Du Fu. 

a. David Hinton, The Selected Poems of Tu Fu.

b. Burton Watson, Selected Poems of Du Fu.

c. David Hawkes, A Little Primer of Tu Fu.

d. David Hinton, Awakened Cosmos.

e. David Young, Du Fu: A Life in Poetry.


9. d?. Han Shan, Hanshan, Cold Mountain. 

a. Gary Snyder, Cold Mountain Poems.

b. Burton Watson, Cold Mountain.

c. Red Pine, The Collected Songs of Cold Mountain.

d. Kazuaki Tanahashi, The Complete Cold Mountain.

e. Robert Henricks, The Poetry of Han-Shan.


10. d792, Wei Ying-Wu, Wei Yingwu.

a. Red Pine, In Such Hard Times: The Poetry of Wei Ying-wu.


11. d814. Meng Chiao, Meng Jiao. 

a. David Hinton, The Late Poems of Meng Chiao.

b. Stephen Owen, The poetry of Meng Chiao and Han Yü.


12. d817. Li Ho, Li He.

a. J. D. Frodsham, The Collected Poems of Li He.


13. d819. Liu Tsung-Yuan, Liu Zongyuan.

a. Red Pine, Written in Exile: The Poetry of Liu Tsung-yuan.


14. d824. Han Yu, Han Yu.

a. Charles Hartman, Han Yu and the T'ang Search for Unity.

b. Stephen Owen. The poetry of Meng Chiao and Han Yü.


15. d846 Po Chu-i, Bai Juyi.

a. Burton Watson, Po Chü-i: Selected Poems.

b. David Hinton, The Selected Poems of Po Chü-i.

c. Arthur Waley, The Life And Times Of Po Chu-I 772-846 A.D.


16. d843. Chia Tao, Jia Dao.

a. Mike O'Connor, When I Find You Again, It Will Be in Mountains.


17. d858. Li Shang-lin, Li Shangyin.

a. Chloe Garcia Robert, Li Shangyin (NYRB Poets).

b. James J. Y. Liu, The Poetry of Li Shang-yin: Ninth-Century Baroque Chinese Poet.


18. d1060. Mei Yao-chen,Mei Yaochen.

a. Jonathan Chaves, Mei Yao Chen and the Development of Early Sung Poetry.


19. d1072. Ou-Yang Hsiu, Ouyang Xiu.

a. J. P. Seaton, Love and Time: The Poems of Ou-Yang Hsiu

b. Ronald C. Egan, The Literary Works of Ou-yang Hsui. (1007–72).

c. James T. C. Liu, Ou-yang Hsiu: An eleventh-century neo-Confucianist.


20. d1086. Wang An-shih, Wang Anshi.

a. David Hinton, The Late Poems of Wang An-Shih.

b. Jan Walls, Bird Tracks in the Air: Selected Poems of Wang Anshi.


21. d1102. Su Tung-po, Su Shi.

a. Burton Watson, Selected Poems of Su Tung-P'o.

b. Yun Wang, Dreaming of Fallen Blossoms: Tune Poems of Su Dong-Po.

c. Lin & Young, Listening All Night to the Rain: Selected Poems of Su Dongpo (Su Shi)


22. d.1155. Li Ch'ing-chao, Li Qingzhao.

a. Ronald Egan, Li Qingzhao: China's Foremost Woman Poet.

b. Kenneth Rexroth, Complete Poems of Li Ch'ing-chao.

23. d1206. Yang Wan-li, Yang Wanli.

a. Jonathan Chaves, Heaven My Blanket, Earth My Pillow: Poems from Sung Dynasty China by Yang Wan-Li.

24. d1209. Lu You, Lu Yu.

a. Burton Watson, Late Poems of Lu You, The Old Man Who Does As He Pleases.

b. David M. Gordon, The Wild Old Man: Poems of Lu Yu."