102 In the World

From zero, they try to scare you out of being with the news and weather. First, there is no they. There's reflection and projection only.

Next, space is thought and time is memory. This is the power of three: if self-awareness is the only child of absolute awareness

and self-awareness is obviously an infinite loop, absolute-awareness being self-aware is the dark matter of this dreamstate. As west is east.

Listen, thinking without memory in a world made of memory is my tantric secret. And lucid alchemy of healing.

Venus Moonlight Mantra

Venus first and then a crescent moon—the light of pure awareness is reflecting through appearances in consciousness—as truth and beauty is the space within and without a Grecian urn.

Breathe in the white light of the black whole and feel the body glow again as consciousness. This is the self-awareness meditation called Sun Tantra.

As the dream of the planet in light of sky—as morning mist burns a way—as this psychological mirage, this world, this earth is disappearing into rivers and mountains—as confessional waves in a sea of absolution.

Be True To Your School

One shot no thought with equal portions of I Am—if consciousness is giving birth to consciousness, what is born?

The days of the mind is like the ash growing on the hot coals of consciousness and the body is like the ashes of the mind.

To be looking through the looking-glass, always begin the beginning at consciousness. It’s the original wonderland.

So I'm telling my grandchild what to do and she is all about telling me not to tell her—I forget

she's the manifestation of intentional non-doing getting sick and tired of this fiction called free will. God love her.









footnotes

the rainbow mind of no mind.

it’s the opposite of what you think. like a broken clock.

big science is assuming consciousness. consciousness consumes big science for breakfast!

the play of consciousness is all about the fractal truth.

let it go. into the unknown. 

Saint Orange Sunshine

This life is but Shakespearean play and all the lonely people secondary characters of a primary-colored kaleidoscopic dream appearing here and now in universal consciousness.

After the orange sunshine we are sitting on a dock in a psychedelic lake watching an imaginary moon. And the moon imagined fifty years ago is the same moon I'm imagining tonight, my lysergic lover.

Suddenly I'm seeing the moon is all my light reflecting in this lake of altered Dominus Vobiscum. God is dead in perfect thought but thought is never born in absolution. As space-time is my mirror.

Pelvis by Georgia O’Keeffe by Michael Vaccaro 

Dear Child Consciousness

I was raised a Roman Catholic. The universe is my empire. I’d walk a mile downtown for confession to a priest known for anonymity.

Narcissism is my name. God is what I do. And because Cold Mountain only hurts the one it loves, now I’m a Taoist hermit.

I make exceptions for my family. I worship my granddaughter. She thinks I'm grand enough but no one needs another parent.

Unstoppable social conditioning is meeting immovable self-awareness. They call it the terrible twos. It's the law of three.

The Madonna of the Lilies by William-Adolphe Bouguereau