Wednesday, June 29, 2016

Summer Paraverse for Ma

Van Morrison sings about the youth of ten-thousand summers. This is what my mother felt within herself despite her 92nd year. I know this to be true because I asked her, and I asked her because I know this to be true.

She would tell whomever were to listen never to grow old. By this she meant the physical decline that happens to the body. But inside she knew the spirit of mid-June.

I could never speak to her about some nondual truth of universal being or absolute awareness, and so I’d just remind her of that inner self when she would talk to me about her growing old.

And she knew it for a fact because it is, in fact, the only knowledge that there is. When she was 93 her body died, but that youth of every summer still remains undying and unborn.

Myth and Manifestation. Being and Awareness.

I Am!

The evolutionary self-reflexive
universe of space-time is
the story of the light
knowing it’s the light.


The light is
the dark source
knowing it’s the dark source.

Tuesday, June 28, 2016

An Alien Explains Its Poetry

My words will never tell the truth but only point the way. Because these words are not concerned with some belief but experience itself, such words appear to people of the earth as esoteric.

That said, Universal Consciousness is King, Queen, the only knowledge, everything. It does not rise from some material world of body and its brain. Such a scientific materialistic theory has not been proved and never will be.

Instead, one knows the world arises from this Consciousness and truly understanding this in a nonconceptual and experiential way is called Nirvana, the Kingdom of Heaven, or just As It Is.

Sometimes you know this truth and sometimes you think you don’t.

Monday, June 27, 2016

june tantra

the animal
of things

so long
division was
an ancestral distilling
pure affectionate awareness

keep coupling your core
wholly connected
to intentional

Sunday, June 26, 2016

The Political Brain

poem: As the reptilian brain revolts against the new limbic order, Neo holds up a lotus. Smile!

commentary: A peculiar political analysis of 2016 using the three sections of the brain: the reptilian survivalist forces of trumposaurus revolting against the new world politically correct (versus religiously correct) judgmental order of the limbic mind advancing ALL civil rights while creating a new humanist 1% oligarchy, while the nondual buddha of the neo-cortex sees through the matrix and holds up the silent flower of wisdom and beauty. Mahakasyapa can only smile.

Thursday, June 23, 2016

Ursa Parkway

In the morning of the third day on the great blue ridge, we saw a bear.
It was slowly crossing from the dark side of the road to sunshine,
like memory giving way to now. I stopped the car to take a picture.
When I started it again, the bear observed the sound and saw whatever
cars appear to be to it, and spun around and slowly galloped, bounded,
skipped away, whatever word describes that certain movement of a bear,
its arms when standing now becoming legs—then stopped and turned
as if to say so follow me already. All this happened in a few fast seconds.
Then it crossed and watched us pass from shelter of a roadside thicket.
Thoughts cannot describe experience, its eyes were shining back at us,
but words can tell us pay attention to the splendid serendipity of the way.

Wednesday, June 22, 2016

Rhapsody in Who: Quoting Nisargadatta

I am beyond consciousness and, therefore, in consciousness I cannot say what I am. Yet, I am.

In whatever role I may appear and whatever function I may perform—I remain what I am: the 'I am' immovable, unshakable, independent.

All is done to please the one source and goal of every desire, whom we all know as the 'I am'.

I am what I am, neither with form nor formless, neither conscious nor unconscious. I am outside all these categories.

I do nothing, nor is anything done to me. I am what I am and nothing can affect me. I appear to depend on everything, but in fact all depends on me.

All you can tell about the person is not the self, and you can tell nothing about the self, which would not refer to the person.

I am entirely unimagined. I am what I am, not identifiable with any physical or mental state.

I know what I am, a center of wisdom and love, an atom of pure existence. All subsides and the mind merges into silence. 

Tuesday, June 21, 2016

three thoughts

the mind
a dividing

if you play
in its world,
to be

but love is indivisible.

love is manifestation
before the freeze
and after the boil

and water water everywhere
and not a drop to think.

dropping thinking
another thought
but seeing through
a thought
what i am,
that is,
i am.

Wednesday, June 1, 2016

This before Bliss

Enlightenment is
the greatest story ever told.
Such a concept is required
before moving beyond the conceptual.
Like handholds on a precipice—

so myth
the land of love
and compassion.