In the 190620th Year of the Now

We've been socially conditioned to think there is a we. And I'm writing in the royal plural for I know there is no I. Consciousness is to waves as awareness is to sea as egoic mind is to projection as super-ego is interpretation.

On the other hand, a non-judgmental mind is just the tool of being. Call this the mind of the heart. And the mind of the heart is like the hand of self-awareness, and self-awareness is a natural feature of awareness, and awareness is just a name for the absolute unknown.

It's the last full day of spring—that changing of the breath when full force form stops for a virtual second before exhaling emptiness. These days, every day seems like a year to me and tomorrow is like one o'clock. Fireflies to fireworks or is fire dreaming?

1. no name for thou.
2. Being is to Ishmael as the Absolute Unknown is to Moby Dick as Ahab is to ego as the white whale is to this critical reading.
3. “Mind is a tool of love. Love is the hand of being. Being is the heart of intentional self-awareness. Self-awareness is an omnipresent feature of the absolute.”
4. even pure awareness is not a name for tao.
5. appropriately it's been raining all day here.
6. the summer solstice is all about that space between the transformation—sing hallelujah!
7. one must know what one is before knowing one is the manifestation of the absolute unknown.
8. to be the unknown is the of meaning of all love and wisdom in this so-called comedy or opposite, this so-called tragedy, this catholic fantasy of history and desire, this Shakespearian nonduality, this wasteland, this butterfly.
a. see Ramana smile
b. pure affectionate awareness, being, mind, and self-awareness 
c. sutra tantra bhakti boghi francis jesus by el greco
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For a Firefly

The material isn't what we think it is but by believing it to be, it is.
Belief is to mind as DNA is to body.
Who Am I is the call and That I Am is response—
call this Self-awareness.

Space, time, and volition are the three dimensions of this daydream.
If universe is cause, and universe, result,
then universe is conceptual—
crow caws the causelessness of crow again.

It's almost summer solstice and I'm waiting for the fireflies.
They're always the last flower of the spring—
sometimes they don't bloom until July.
First, no one can tell you what you know is true.

 

Come June

It's the last week before the summer solstice and the frogs are in the trees. George Herbert Walker Bush is riding a cigarette boat upriver toward the heart of dark matter. And Miles Davis is hot in Paris playing birth of the cool.

My universe is self-awareness. What universe are you? I made this matter so by seeing through it I see myself as summertime and the being is green. It's not as much about the earth as it is the chemical between the rock and hard space.

Awareness reflected in consciousness is a product of the material body-mind like a Roman fountain is a product of its Roman conduit. This consciousness we dream is just my elemental gentle dreaming turned eleven thousand.

The only thing that's wrong is thinking that there's something wrong and even that's not wrong. For wisdom without compassion is like seeing in the dark without a light. It looks like nothing but it's not. The way of conditioning is in and love is out.

Craft Dreaming

Only love is motion and emotion is virtual motion.
When thought behind emotion isn't openly acknowledged
as conditioned thought but repressed

as if the supernatural does not approve of this in lesser ego,
there's either outburst or disease.
Recognition is a craft. Communication is an art.

Whether crocuses to mountain laurel
or the 4th of July,
love is not about the fall.

footnotes
there's no seconding this motion
and true mindfulness is all about emotion
maybe absolute midnight knows it all but each dawn speaks in tongues
god is my conditioning, my deconstruction, and my god
rain. statues.
intuition. expression.
spring is logarithmic.
words tend to obfuscate as much as reveal. figures of speech tend to illustrate as much as smudge but that’s the point.
tao te spring
 

The Country of Consciousness

Consciousness is this before thought and in the world of afterthought is like the unconditional love a mother shows to her newborn butterfly.

But to be conditioned to believe this love is for another and not my very nature, and this consciousness is a product of the brain

and not that amplification of awareness reflected in consciousness, is to be expected in a world of memory.


I was talking consciousness before being detoured by the mind—love is what I am as now is when I am as here is where I am

as consciousness is who I am if I am That. For consciousness is not expanding as much as thought is shrinking but it feels that way.

Listen, if the world is love being filtered by a world of thought, does the fire come from wood or that within the wood?

Mirror Country

One intuits this universal tale rising in body toward the crown of mind opening swallowing all in self-awareness

and the universe emerges from the same black hole which in evolutionary space-time comes to swallow it

for I'm the ouroboros of absolute awareness being self-aware. Somewhere around the age of two years old as I was told the age I am,

the body of the world emerged from out of nowhere.

And this world is populated by a wealth of mirrors in which I see my own projection but don't know it—

not my true reflection but the shadows cast by thought caught in the headlights of one love.

Oh the turn is not my doing but instead of looking at the world of mirrors for a slight illumination, I look within and see the light.

On the Nondual One

The concept of nonduality points only to this: the total manifestation, or universal consciousness, and the absolute unknown, or pure awareness, are not two.

Nonduality does not imply there is no one, but only that the one and none aren't two.

And before the one may know it's none in that divinity of self-awareness, the one shall recollect it's not divided.


As the mirror is spontaneously standing, mind is deconstructing, consciousness is loving, and omnipresent awareness is being self-aware.

I'm not crazy, mind you, consciousness is talking to consciousness.

Leaves breathe out what I breathe in. Summer is to green what winter is to gray. After lilacs rise the mountain laurel. When June be June.






On a Nondual June?

In other words, love and wisdom are not separate,

like love deconstructs, wisdom unites,

and all math results in unreal numbers.

In other words, deconstruction, love, and self-awareness are the holy trinity of ghost, child, and parent,

and I only pray when I'm talking to myself—

if universal manifested consciousness and absolutely unknown pure awareness are not two, why are you not being June?
 

Medical Consciousness

Consciousness appears to arise from the body brain so-called material reality because social conditioning.

But it doesn't matter to consciousness what someone thinks about consciousness. No thought survives that great leviathan of sea.

Such is the dirty secret of any meditation from whatever house. Moby Dick always wins.

So meditate the way you want, be it old school, new sutra of no thought, kali yuga tantra overflowing, paradoxical fracturing, devotional sublimation, consciousness is always stalking consciousness.

But here’s a particularly I am secret. The west may not be spiritual and the west may wrongly believe that consciousness is a secondary product of the primal brain and its materially energetic world—

but there's no confusing consciousness for some religious concept here. Except for Christian Scientists, even the most fundamental Christians believe in the science of the body.

Medically speaking, consciousness is consciousness. Oh the paradox, my local Mary Baker Eddy.

For as it is said, after consciousness talks to consciousness, no belief is worth the thought it's written on.
 

footnote 1. medical marijuana is medical because consciousness.
footnote 2. as if  i-am is the consciousness of death.
three. poor mad pip.
as contemplation is the whaleman's chapel
wu wei is on the loose
no six
7. belief in death is the greatest marketing achievement of western science.
the title came last i love it. mary baker eddy lived in this town for a few months. consciousness is why medical marijuana is more than legal now.
given, consciousness is majesty until disproven. western science, god knows it wants all funding to continue, can't prove otherwise. for before the big bang is a big black hole. and it's scientifically-proven! i am that, grasshopper.

Dreaming Mountains and Revelations

If every concept is a dream and consciousness is the mother of all concepts, is the goddess dreaming me or am I dreaming goddess?

That goddess is dreaming the goddess is the end of material history and beginning of the buddhahood embodiment of self-awareness.

For believing dream and denying dream are two sides of the coin of empire, but the antidote to material conditioning is divine imagination.

First, there is belief in mountains. Then, there is denial of the mountains. Now, there's mountains dreaming mountains.

And revelations is the goddess reminding the goddess she is the goddess in her own words.

As lilacs last in Shiva dances, a butterfly is dream and deity and summer, love.

Listen, belief, even ego, aside, I've been socially conditioned to disbelieve I'm individually universal. I am.

c'est le rêve ah maharaj

"That original state, prior to the arising of consciousness, cannot be described, one can only be That."

“This consciousness in which concepts arise is itself a concept, and so long as consciousness remains all other concepts will continue to arise.”

the world of war is merely
the cataclysmic result
of answering self-inquiry
incorrectly. of course,
there’s no correct answer
to self-inquiry, que
sera sera. and being
That is dreaming that,
this non-denominational
daily deity yoga.
for dream is just another
word for such a concept.

featuring the buddha of self-awareness

individual identity is the natural instrument of universal consciousness. as an omnipotent feature of the absolute, the buddha of self-awareness needs to dream a self and i-am is this buddha, individually universal.

social conditioning is a disassociative state and only empire or not-empire wants to kill the taoist on the road, sal paradise. mythologically speaking, self-awareness is darwinian acme or real buddha.

there's eight billion people in the naked buddha says the prophecy. if politics is kali and cult is krishna, then zhuangzi is chuang tzu. like listen to rimbaud without a point of view.

listening to the golden notes of a summer-time evening oriole. division sucks and one is old-school but three is being rediscovered. for three is the new ten thousand.

in the name of creation, destruction, and butterfly. dying bird song, nautical sunset, electric midnight tao without a god. neither cross nor antichrist but transformation, may dream be my mythology.

Dreaming Boat

comme je descendais des fleuves impassibles


Love is silence speaking. Thought is just an echo. There’s metaphor, mythology, and the power of three. Like white lightning, thunderbirds, a feathered serpent swallowing its tail.

Love does and thought redux. Imagine string theory, chemistry experiments, magic crystals, organic homegrown DNA, individually universal Buddha.

Third love is not romantic but non-empirical. Neither is postmodern nihilistic as one is not two. Lilacs blossoming, the last of the spring peepers, electric pear tree.

The Well Sea

Denying the dream
and believing the dream
are the polar opposites
of the same duality.
But fathoming the dream
is seeing through the dream
all the way to ground.
For after outwardly treading
the watery wraith of world,
the ground is where one stands
in sudden self-awareness.
And all shall be going swimmingly.

The Absolute Look

Love moves the leaves that breathe in the light I am breathing out.
For pure awareness to be aware of awareness, the big bang is an echo,
a black hole is the mirror and psychobabble is my story.

I'm either in deep sleep or dreaming, never of a dream.
And samadhi is another name for the god of self-awareness—
religions love to idealize the absolute.

Look, you can't kill space-time and eat it too.
Consciousness is the source of all compassion and
compassion is always seeing sun behind the protoplasm—

beyond
love is always turning
but self-awareness is the lucid dreaming.
 

The Show

The mind is an unbelievable tool that wants to be used by love. And love is the hand of being. And being is the heart of intentional self-awareness. And self-awareness is an omnipresent feature of the absolute.

Features are like universes or buddhas, if one prefers. This feature playing on the silver screen is starring these three movie gods: mind, being, and intent. No, the absolute is not a god or feature but all is absolute.

Note 1: Mind is plot, dream, mythology, imagination, story. Note 2: Being is setting, spirit, presence, consciousness, now. Note 3: Intent is arc and evolution, both holistic and reflexive.

Notice mis-identifying with its body or itself, mind is always looking for the guiding hand of love in some other body like a lover, or some other thought like material belief or god, rather than within oneself.

Another Name For Spontaneity Is Love, Virginia

"Circumstances and conditions rule the ignorant. The knower of reality is not compelled. The only law he obeys is that of love.” ~Nisargadatta

Logic assumes a perfectly divisible universe. Although assuming a universe to be divisible at all is illogical. Thus love is not logical but universal, not a thought but consciousness 'itself.'

Seeing through the world of thought is dreaming love and not believing in a lot of nothing. For to meet the new absolute nothing is the same as the old relative nothing.

Every person tends to treat the symptoms, but the personal itself is cause. As if reforming transformation is a thing. Please don't take this personally but love!

One is not existent nor non-existent, but existing. As one is not a has-been, nor a being, nor a wanna-be, but being (verb, used without an object). As one is not the lover nor the beloved, but loving. Love!

Cherry Blossom Space-time

As preface, without a doubt of any thought, the nonduality of known and unknown is self-evident. As monotheism is to atheism as polytheism is to pantheism as nonduality is not a thought of any theism, no-mind is the mind without belief.

Thought is like the tool of self-awareness but attachment to a thought is like just waiting for some horrible industrial accident and the suffering which follows. Introducing mind-training—surrender isn't what it's really called for that's a very worldly word, love.

In dreaming, there's lucidity and conditioning of clouds. There's mirror and dust on the mirror. But I am not the mirror. I make the mirror of material forgetting and evolutionary self-remembering. For the universe is another name for the play of self-awareness.

Reflexive not reflective, my Narcissus, as is reflexive to reflective as is one to two as nonduality is to causeless goldfinches of Northern New England is beginning just north of the Merrimack. Right here, right now, cherry blossoms are blossoming—

cherry blossoms like this easter cross of tao in space-time, as the past and future, here and now, appearing, like this tall old cherry tree of salisbury point and its diminishing fireworks of early spring, cherry blossoms are perennial in consciousness but annual in thinking