Saturday, September 17, 2022

POV: Nondualty

From a material point of view, self-awareness is the big bang.

From a nondual point of view, self-awareness is awareness,

and the self in self-awareness is maya.

Conditioned consciousness is the stuff of maya.

The mind is the stuff of conditioned consciousness.

Myth is the stuff of the mind,

deconstruction is the stuff of myth

and awareness is the stuff of deconstruction.


1. materialists call self-awareness, evolution

2. atman is brahman ad infinitum

3. brahman is not atman, period.

4. the pot is calling the crock clay

5. like a cloud dividing sky, the mind is a divider

6. isvara is brahman multiplied by maya

7. a myth not busy deconstructing is busy building a religion

8. awareness in, awareness out

the curator’s corner 2

I responded to someone in the comments for just the third time this year.

It was about n’s reference to impure thought. An impure thought, according to n as I understand it is not a matter of immorality, but one of immortality.

Actually, mortality is the impure thought.

Immortality is the pure thought.

N does not veer away from thought. Myth is just another practice. I am immutable…

“I too am untranslatable, I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.”

on paramahavakya one

Another name for conditioned consciousness is materialism.

All roads in the westen empire lead to scientific materialism.

The western empire co-opted science in the same way as constantine co-opted christianity.

The first law of scientific materialism is that consciousness is produced by the body-mind.

This is the crown of belief.

The first paramahavakya of the rebel rishis is prajnanam brahma.

Consciousness is the absolute. The body-mind is dream-produced by consciousness.

Prajnanam brahma is not dogma, my dear mu. It’s a statement of fact.

And you’re not being asked to blindly believe these words. But your mission, if you accept it, is to confirm them in realization.

transcreating basho 2

kimi ya cho

ware ya soshi ga

yume gokoro


you butterfly

i zhuangzi

heart of dreamness

transcreating basho 1

"I'm Nobody! Who are you?

Are you – Nobody – too?

Then there's a pair of us!

Don't tell! they'd advertise – you know!

How dreary – to be – Somebody!

How public – like a Frog –

To tell one's name – the livelong June –

To an admiring Bog!


full moon pond

frog entering

water splashing

(which is first)


transcreating basho 1

furu ike ya

kawazu tobikomu

mizu no oto

funny how emily dickinson seems so wordy when compared to basho, instead of let's say, walt whitman.

i'm nobody.

are you a frog?


~emily basho

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