Monday, January 21, 2019

How to Love a Butterfly

Understanding isn't really understanding unless it's understanding understanding isn't really understanding. The only emperor is the emperor of thought but render unto consciousness all my loving.

One is individually universal. Two is setting imaginary boundaries. Three is dreaming them away. It's not about the freedom to speak my mind or whatever, but loving I am not the mind.

Because the dream remains in memory, there forever is a past, present, and future. And as cause appears in memory, rabbit holes. Dreaming is Zhuangzi. Zhuangzi is dreaming. The same is true for not Zhuangzi.


Saturday, January 19, 2019

concentrating #sr190119

As the witness speaks, the voice is watching. Attention and intuition is breathing in and breathing out. All is headless, non-doing, and empty. The Tao of the Apocalypse is Tao. For self-awareness is beyond the wildest dream. Self-awareness is divine imagination as an ocean wave.

The Tao of Seeing Yin and Speaking Yang. Be the best unknown that one can be. To repeat, all is headless, non-doing, and empty. As to the unknown unknown, science doesn't speak but swears to god. Immateriality is just a thought away. A myth is a myth is awake.

The Tao of the Apocalypse (#sr190119)

In universal consciousness, being is the reflection of the absolute. Such is eyewitness and inner voice—

attention and intuition are all the same. In fact attention, intuition, and the absolute unknown is the trinity of knowing—

or Revelations. Everything appears in consciousness. Being doesn’t do but is spontaneously happening. Nothing is revealing.

The Tao of the Apocalypse is like this third eye talking in tongues. Evolution is the new myth of self-awareness.

Self-awareness is the old myth. What happens in the dream stays in the dreaming. Spirit isn’t of the dream

but only in the dream. The dream is dead, long live the dream! Awareness is being self-aware, forgive me my chaoses.


Thursday, January 17, 2019

there is something like a wave (#sr190117e)


Of course the absolutely nameless ground, call it Self, is, in its absolutely isless omnipresence, eternally Self-aware—

and something like a wave is Self-awareness, call it spirit, being, consciousness, the universe or God.

For consciousness begets a reflexively forgetful and socially-conditioned consciousness focused by a body-mind

(but that's another name and story)

whose sole conscious intent is to understand itself. This mythic process is what Self-awareness appears to be within divine imagination

yet on a more experiential note after personal deconstruction, there remains this singular and certain actuality—I am

and its intuitive revelation. Is is. Lastly the is-that-is is contemplating this silent business of an isness like wildfire and mirrors

like the reflection of the moon in a whitewater river seeing it's the full wolf moon in a winter sky seeing true the sun inside the black whole

Monday, December 17, 2018

Two Zero Love One Seven

The fact that truth is not knowable doesn't mean truth does not exist but love! Call it silent knowing, intuition, feeling, inspiration, apperception, divination, third eye, love. But one shall know it by not thinking.

Being is all there is. Thus, the only practice is being being. And seeing through all thought is thus instructive—postmodern deconstruction sees through thinking but seeing through the thought of thought, ah fire!

If self-awareness is the only understanding and its one deductive myth is evolution, then the current turning is the seeing through the modern meta-paradigm of scientific materialism

as well as other more traditional fundamentalisms. In other words, free will is just another name for god's plan as self-awareness says it all. Be it love, confessional, or contemporary heartbeat, before all thoughts

of pollen, which comes first, the flower or a bee? Seeing through belief is like looking without eyes—scary at first, but one evolves. Like an insect is an orchid on this lonely avenue, all is unbelievable.

Thursday, December 13, 2018

Acid Sunlight Nativity Gospel

Take the energetic I Am interstate from non-stop thinking to enlightenment but you can't get there from here—a person is a thought wrapped in belief inside a meta-paradigm.

Practice is to meditation as deconstruction is to sutra as being is to tantra as self-awareness is the absolute is the absolute. And suffering teaches me there is no you

but it doesn't necessarily stop anyone from just enjoying two. For the one becomes two to know itself by loving itself and nine moons later, self-awareness.

Saturday, December 8, 2018

Expecting Three Chord Mary Eastern White Pine Redwoods Ouroboros


If consciousness is the immaculate conception, birth is an afterthought, this daydream, this nightmare, reverie!

for everything appearing to be personal is just a memory, and thought is not exactly high fidelity, because emotion.


To the Tao of Transformation, the Bodhisattva of Impermanence, the Vanity of Ecclesiastes, The Jimi Hendrix Experience,

money doesn't talk but swears it's said and consciousness is not talking to consciousness but in the name of self-awareness.


The earth is not as much a planet as it is third child of the sun and I am not as much a body-mind as the only child of god—

feel my inner Eve, swallow hallucinations Adam, yeah yeah yeah.


Tuesday, December 4, 2018

Love Sonnet to Manifestation

Love is not political nor mathematical.
And love is never speakable nor unspeakable.
Love is earliest direct transmission
received from someone loving as oneself.
Thus, love is never personal but individual
and love is never intellectual but love's intelligent
and consciousness and bliss.

Yes, love is often caustic deconstruction in this further era
but love is always the germ of truth—
as love is never two but frequently is manifesting three.
Although all manifestation appears to be non-existent like a dream,
enlightenment is like a quantum universe of dreams,
great wisdom.
Deconstruct a dream but love a fever.

Reflections On a Desert Moon

There are no others; there's just projection. So coyotes are not howling at the moon but face to unoriginal face.

And as one sees the world is one's reflection, there's no longer any need to think you’re two.

For when I thought there was a world, I acted like the world, but as I know the world is me, I am.

Literally, figuratively, and experientially, consciousness is consciousness is consciousness.

Peak deconstruction isn't speaking in tongues but knowing the valley of the dawn is singularly speechless.

There's nothing like a desert for enlightening intent. And self-awareness is intent, is it not?


Wednesday, November 28, 2018

Individually Universal

As if division is a thing or separation an objective, the world can't stop the world from doing worldly things, but an individual can deconstruct and be.

Like the resurrection, deconstruction is the wilderness. Although the personal is objectively divided, the individual is subjectively universal. You already have what you want, but give yourself your need.

Coyote instant karma, visionaries as preservers of the status quo, come forth sweet democratic despots of the individually universal! Real meditation is intentional being.

Belief is a terror, the terrible twos. Mysticism is aurora borealis at the boundaries of the status quo. But individually universal is my mantra for the absolute.