Friday, March 31, 2017

Awareness Being Self-Aware.
That's All She Wrote.

Evolution is not
a social science.
In solitude
the inner is the outer.
The universe is
my conspiracy
for enlightenment.
Being is my only objective.
The absolute unknown
is my sanctuary.
Self-awareness looks
like this manifestation
but feels like
that unmanifest
awareness.

Sunday, March 26, 2017

The Testament of Organic Animate Enlightenment


i.

Swing low sweet tidal river valley spirit of the loving golden and eternal Tao.

Both something and nothing are phantoms of the operatic mind but being is the revelation of an inconceivable unknown.

And between this witnessing of being and that unknown pure awareness is the canyon of no mind.

Thus in this world the opposite of what one is conditioned to believe is often true as not.

O perchance deep sleep like pure awareness goddess god the godless origin and sourceless source of way and watercourse.

However, the seven expressions of this reflexive universe are light nuclear atomic rock-molecular organic animate enlightenment.

I once was lost in thought but now I am.

Like a feeling but not really. Like everything I see is me but not I. Like that energetic rush of peaking but here within this valley.


ii.

Tonight I am singing on the Merrimack the god of Daniel Webster, Jack Kerouac, Robert Frost, Anne Bradstreet, Greenleaf Whittier, and Son Rivers.

First the feeling. Like some holy connection of heart filling the body with its unknowable lightness of being.

Some call this happiness. Some call this bliss. Others have named it the universe. One could call its essential quality, lightness.

Second like this completely headless identification mindfully free of all objectification.

Three. Surfing Christ in the curl. Surfing Christ in the curl like a beach boy surfer girl.

Thrill at the continuing now without the mourning of some future or some past.

And the thought of sudden death becomes an eagle's cry of self-awareness.

For one second of self-awareness is equal to a lifetime of dreaming unaware.


Friday, March 24, 2017

idiot love

further is like everest every single day
but everest is always the same height
it's just the measuring that changes
memory processing and that unknown
absolute calvin is love at first sight
literally born again both to the x
but men to the y this self-evolving is
manifestly unknown but look for
the strangest of signs william
blake virginia wolff instant
evolution is killing you softly
so accept your own mutation

Thursday, March 23, 2017

Ode to Ouroboros, Dad


Another name for separation is division is the politics of mind. 

However, eight limbs of a spider sail across this living room by a single loving thread.

Dad, they say you died forty-four years ago tonight but still I wait to hear the peepers.

You hated Richard Nixon with a passion but you missed the great Apocalypse of Watergate. All in vain.

But like Jesus says thank God we're only in this world—for nothing of this world can change it.

In this circle of Archimedean things, division always ends in more division.

But where love is primary school and universal consciousness, the deeper understanding, all division is just imaginary numbers.

It's either become a bodhisattva and save the world or Buddha sees there's not a world to save. There is no difference. Either way.

Does the head devour the tail or does the tail emerge from out of the head?


Tuesday, March 21, 2017

General Absolution

The world is a drag
so I let it go.
For I am and there is are one.
But I am a person
and there is a world—
two sides of a false coin.
Essentially the world is a dream
of personal projection
dreamt to waken oneself.
Moreover the presence of others
is only made possible by one’s presence.
And in this presence
all is openly absolved.
Go in peace.


Sunday, March 19, 2017

An Indian Romance Abridged

The first dream is the dream of one's conditioning
without the understanding there's a dream of one's conditioning.
The second dream is deconstruction of the first dream.
First there is a dreaming, then there is no dreaming, then there is.
When one has swallowed its tale completely, one finds the knot of being.
At the station in the middle of this material absurdity,
self-awareness is waiting for the train of absolution. Third dream.
No one needs you but yourself.
A person never helps.
When the teacher is ready, the student appears.
Between awareness and unawareness is
the quantum universe of one's conditioning.
Between unawareness and self-awareness is natural being.
And self-awareness is awareness
in the sudden and spontaneous apocalypse of absolution.

Saturday, March 18, 2017

An Indian Romance

Learn a word and it appears.
When the subject seeks an object as the subject, fire!
Kokopelli in the desert breathes for you.
The first dream is the dream of one's conditioning
without the understanding there's a dream of one's conditioning.
The second dream is deconstruction of the first dream.
First there is a dreaming, then there is no dreaming, then there is.

When one has swallowed its tale completely, one finds the knot of being.
O. K. to the n. o. t.
At the station in the clusterfuck of this material absurdity,
self-awareness is waiting for the train of absolution. Third dream.
No one needs you but yourself.
A person never helps.
And with synchronicity, it is also said—
when the teacher is ready, the student appears.

Between awareness and unawareness is
the quantum universe of one's conditioning.
Between unawareness and self-awareness is natural being.
And self-awareness is awareness
in the sudden and spontaneous apocalypse of absolution.
Never underestimate but overestimation is like electrical bananas.
True adulteration comes before the inner child.
In later life I went to the woods to be a Native American sannyasi
and discovered India.

Shiva is 
watching 
his beloved
Shakti dance—
Shakti loves herself
some Shiva.





Friday, March 17, 2017

A Recipe for Enlightenment

Like absolution of an open space accepting being back into its fold.
Like the mouth of a thirteen billion year old snake
swallowing its long-awaited epilogue.
Like pure awareness clearing self-awareness
like an early arctic front refining a boreal climax forest clarity.
Ours not to do or die. Ours but to rest in self-awareness.
Listen to the red-winged blackbirds
but don't believe a note of what they sing.
As to the world, the sun thinks not but loves all.
Sing in the north, return to the southern self. This is my religion.
Be yourself and don't impersonate some other.
Make no new fears
but follow that holy mass in mass intent of burning love.
Dreaming makes all the difference in this world
like the loving ouroboric acid of this lucid dream.
Life is the mystery I am.
Silence tells my story.


Saturday, March 11, 2017

Sweet Jesus

Love is universal but the personal doesn't know that—
blue eyes crying like the sea.
Daughters giving birth to daughters,
Venus emerging ever from the waves,
love is the chrysalis of self-awareness.
Evolutionary enlightening intent smells like this holy spirit—
play that absolute music white boy black girl.
This self-awareness in the name of pure
awareness wants to take you higher.
Love may be patient and kind but love is not a thought.
Love is like I am before I know I am.
That being is this whispering of sweet nothings
between the god of pure awareness
and the goddess self-awareness.


first dream best dream

the only
cure is enlightenment
the only
disease is delusion
it's just
awareness
being
self-aware