Wednesday, December 6, 2017

Seventh Tantra of a Seventh Sutra

My lineage is non-linear.

First, the mind divides universal consciousness into the universe and then attempts to find the mathematical equations for how it did so as if it's something other than its violence in reverse.

Thus science is nothing more than reverse engineering.

Come forth sweet despots of the Tao—

Therefore lift up thy love to that cloud: rather, if i shall say thee sooth, let god draw thy love up to that cloud.

Relax and watch the 'I Am'. Reality is just behind it. Keep quiet, keep silent; it will emerge, or, rather, it will take you in.

There's no telling what you are.

As if the water table slowly grows into an open fountain that swallows the earth.

Each transformative and evolutionary droplet of water rising further or is it falling further. No matter.

Ah Zatoichi! Zatoichi Ah! Ah Zatoichi!

If horror is early deconstruction and comedy is the middle ages, what's the age of enlightenment in deconstruction? Koan.

I'd say more like one in a million. So you're telling me there's a chance?

quiet on the set
it may be just a movie
listen do no harm

Kiss projection. Embody the manifestation. Wait for absolute Godot. The chorus sings.

This wonderful universe is never-ending genesis, coincidence, and revelation. At best, the world is a fog of two in deconstruction. Rock beats scissors. Copy that consciousness.

The sword of koan sees through the slash and blood of two. In other words, last sword first sword. Zatoichi and the Sword of Koan.

Zhuangzi says there's no good without the bad. The way to nirvana is samsara says the Diamond Sutra. Christ is dying for my sins the Desert Fathers and Desert Mothers say. For every conceptual birth there is conceptual death. Or cherry blossoms.

By the way, the turn occurs after the power of three but before the power of seven.

Is being serious good or bad? Does self-inquiry lead to self-awareness or vice versa?

It’s not black and white. It’s north and south.

Love is the light between division. Light is before the thunder and after the unknown. I am the unknown. Here's what I love. Voila!

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