after the tree frogs
but before the crickets, there's a full stop of silence.
actually there's no dividing being but there's thinking it,
only being is knowing. dividing knowledge is the stuff of
all illusions, dreams, soliloquies, and other existentialist philosophies.
it beats all that scientific materialism is the latest
anti-christ
but love is always love.
love is neither material nor personal but consciousness
talking to consciousness. everything else is just appearances in this
consciousness.
by the way, everyone I ever loved is always by my side
informing me they're always here.
love transforms but never dies, look. one is oneself only.
and love is only oneself remembering this, together.
one can take the bhakti way
and one can take the via negativa.
but one is one despite what yellow road within the wood is
taken.
which road shall I go down tonight?
the unsinkable always sinks.
the unthinkable is better left unsaid, my love.
the past is bad memory. the future is good imagination.
whatever the latest scientific division of time is, it isn't
now.
the resignation of richard nixon. that moment when you
walked "across the room / you make my heart go / boom boom boom"
jackie wilson said
no future. only the great intent of nowe like true north.
if one is working with the power of love in the name of
great intent and loving love is the power of two, then imagine the power of a
trinity!
instead of scientific materialism, let's try curiouser and
curiouser, children.
i surrender in the name of great intent.
ego therefore I'm gone.
respect the concept of the universe while being universal.
listen. enlightenment is just another name for
self-awareness. but belief is known by ten thousand names.
write as if
four walls—ten thousand
memories—no views on views
on ten thousand views
o grand canyon o
yosemite black and white
matsushima o!
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