We remember the dead by living it up on this first weekend of the summer.
We used to do Bar Harbor on a package deal. The surf and turf was free. We paid for the inn only.
One summer, after the fireworks were canceled, we watched our thoughts go by
in the clearing twilight sky like blue whales heading for the gray havens of one consciousness.
Matsushima, Yamadera, Hiraizumi: Basho was here.
Ten thousand pine islands, ten thousand mountain temples, ten thousand gold leaves on the ancient ground.
Basho at Hiraizumi: Summer grasses / all that remains of great soldiers’ / imperial dreams
Basho at Yamadera: Lonely stillness / a single cicada’s cry / sinking into stone
Basho at Matsushima: Pine Islands, ah! / Oh, Pine Islands, ah! / Pine Islands, ah!
~Haiku by Basho (tr-Hamill)
Awareness is and suddenly there is an appearance in awareness. The mind quickly draws a picture until a match is made in memory and stops. Awareness never ends.
Even the body-mind is an appearance in awareness so subtle in its evolution, it's reflecting consciousness as some inner instrument superimposed on Brahman.
There's the revelation of divine imagination in this manifestation of self-awareness. Maya is the why and how. Chrysanthemum! Roman Candle! Weeping Willow!
Not too far from the Bay of Fundy is the Gulf of Maine and why there's ten foot tides here
as the hydrologic apocalypse called the mouth of the Merrimack River returns to Brahman.
North is Salisbury Beach where Frank Sinatra once played The Frolics in 1950.
South is Plum Island where Masconomet knows the truth of Atman and calls it real Agawam.
Between Sargent & Penobscot Mountains in Acadia NP is Sargent Mountain Pond believed to be the very first lake in Maine formed after the last glacial period known as the Ice Age.
From personal hiking experience, it's like a spot of paradise. I once witnessed Adam and Eve and Abel swimming there in primordial Maya one June afternoon.
People of the Dawnland call this pond The Lake of Clouds. For the veiling of Self is beginning here on its way to cover those pink granite peaks with thick fog from that cold eastern sea.
The forest floor begins to burn bright green in April and by early May is enveloping even the tops of trees. By June, the woods will be enlightening!
By the fourth of May, docks are in the river like a crossword puzzle just begun. A fleet of pleasure boats will fill them in from now to Memorial Day with names like Viveka, Vairagya, Shama, Dama, Mumuksu.
There's a blue moon due on the 31st of May. A mystical midnight river interlude will sparkle like the reflection of consciousness realizing Ayam Atma Brahma.
