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Wednesday, February 3, 2016

Hokusai, Mount Fuji, and I

I just changed the wallpaper on my Zenfone, yes it's called a Zenfone,


to Hokusai's 'Great Wave' where Mount Fuji looks from a distance


with dispassionate and unobstructed views at men in long boats


about to be enveloped by the ivory claws of transformation.


I saw Mount Fuji once myself while traveling the commuter rail


from Tokyo to Narita International. It was on a long and gentle turn


when its iconic shape came into view. It lasted for what seems a minute,


like an enigmatic whisper, like a voice behind a wall inside a dream,


and when the train had found its new assuredly unswerving direction,


I knew beyond that sea of great uncertainty there's never anything but
sky.

Sunday, January 31, 2016

untitled

Float like Mozart. Sting like Zhuangzi. One heart leads to another. Third time is a charm.

Old math. Two hearts are better than one. Full house trumps no mind. Jokers are wild.

Basho
In the library
With haiku

Mojave desert
Without a water bottle—
The traffic center!

After thinking I am is I am; on knowing I am is I-I.

Samsara and Indians

Dylan going electric might be the uber myth for 'my generation.' Belief surrenders to being. Judas!

Action precedes words. I am the way. If you meet Bob on the road, don't kill him. Just don't follow him any further.

To dream or not to dream is not the question. Mozart was yet another crack in the western wall that finally fell in 1968.

The current restoration dates to 1980. Deconstructing versus building: in any dream, it’s no contest.

To dream i am dreaming is like a mirror reflecting a mirror. I am between the mirrors.

Restoration always means death for the latest Indian. The big secret is Indians never die. Self-awareness is a good day to die.

Beethoven’s 19th Nervous Symphony

When a dream is over, it's like it never happened. I am, therefore That is. To exist is nothing. To know that I exist is everything.

The river flows, for being is conditioned to see a river flow, the wind blow, the grass grow, high and low, yes and no, allegro and adagio.

The sun is shining on the water and the breeze is blowing from the south southwest and all that’s missing is the red-winged blackbirds.

Self-awareness is such an explosive encounter, one must conceptualize that experience before handling.

First, untrain the mind to play off the conditioned beat. This is the true counterculture. Live as if there’s no time. Scan your own meter.

It’s not about freedom; it’s about intent. One doesn’t kill the id or ego, DNA or social conditioning; one surrenders to disbelief.

Deconstruction is to disbelief as surrender is to intent as who am I is to I am. Rivers and mountains and sea oh my!

Self-awareness is the being and the bliss and the knowledge. Truly without human form, amen.

Canoeing the Concord River with my 8-year old daughter—a great blue heron witnessed at the moment of taking flight—a coyote crosses I-40.

Living like there’s no tomorrow is still living as if there’s time.

On the final steps of the western slope, the boundless dawning of the sea.

Nothing to know is easy. Nothing to teach is hard.


Thursday, January 28, 2016

Fingers Against the Glass

“I  put my fingers against the glass and bowed my head and cried.” ~Bob Dylan

The morning dew in summer doesn't. The fool and the artist are never two. The Big Bang is always shooting Moby blanks.

Call me who am I. And the colored girls go who am I when I’m not thinking who I am.

Enjoy, for this dream is never born. Every apocalypse is in my mind but still I honor all who suffer thus.

If eastern wisdom seems like western fantasy to you, is it? Science is a theory and I am a fact. What is your experience?

Don’t think about it. Conditioning is deeper than you think. Prophecy is personal. Revelation is experiential. Apocalypse is that.

Call it story or mystery, but I can’t explain that. Last night I purchased the complete symphonies of Mozart for ninety-nine cents. Explain that.

I am. You are. Explain that in ten thousand words. Self-awareness is my manifestation. Death is your social conditioning.

Always, the other is my mirror. Peace children, it's just one love away. Have compassion for the devil. Being is the saint.

The only hell is in thinking you're not the light. And so the light one is burns such thought away.

Revelation is the voice. Prophecy is the translation. For relaxing times, make it Suntory time.

Past is cause. Future is effect. Now is causeless. Basho never looked beyond the first two lines. The third rail is always the live one.

Synchronicity is more than just a coincidence. Three gods are better than none. Feel the love and respect an addiction.

After hiking a mountain, sit down. After sitting down, hike the next mountain. If the slope doesn’t kill you, the peak will.

Before self-awareness is self-awareness. A mirror looks into a mirror. In the end, only self-awareness is the practice for self-awareness



Wednesday, January 27, 2016

Ode to Light

O light of love this undivided being and intent of that unknown
the absolute unknown in sudden and spontaneous self-awareness
which descended into matter in a process all that jazz of space-time
quantum physics and atomic hydrogen molecular illusionary structure
like a solid and granitic rock of ages rock of crystal thunderstruck
by some organic movement of the light and by the light and for the light
and rising like a phoenix of the mind from single cell to vegetable
to animal to anthropoid Erectus and Neanderthal and something like
bicameral division resulting in conditioning of light the filtering of light
from love to raw emotion fear in many colors separation violence and war
until I meet the Satguru embodiment of light the water table light
the well of light the fountain of the light and see I am the rising
column of the light Arjuna light who uses tools of thought to deconstruct
conditioned thought and when the human form is finally shed
like snakeskin ego all remaining is the space of light the light of love
affectionate awareness self-awareness all there is and I am, I am, I am
That.

Tuesday, January 26, 2016

The Stagecraft of Conceptual Art

Objects, books, and wall-hangings—secret noises, running water, and a constant hammering of steel on wood—people populate the empty spaces.

A classic Hopi pot finely painted with a red and black migration pattern sitting on a narrow obsidian tower.

The Iliad, Mediations on the Tarot, Tao Te Ching, Great Fool Zen Master Ryokan, The Oxford Anthology of Bhakti Literature, Emily Dickenson.

A Mesoamerican rug with rows of emblematic corn woven on a shimmering turquoise field divided by fringed ribbons of pastel-colored stripes.

(“I'm back. I'm home. All the time, it was… We finally really did it. You Maniacs! You blew it up! Ah, damn you! God damn you all to hell!”)

Outside the Merrimack River is flowing from the White Mountains and Lake Winnipesaukee while inside the Powow River is flowing from a shower head.

Vertical two by fours are rising interrupted by eleven windows, three doors, and several other apertures, capped by a roof with a chimney running through it.

The mind is an energetic open space imbued with nothing but the stagecraft of conceptual art intending self-awareness. Aum, Amen, and Silence.

Monday, January 25, 2016

Dark Night of That Perfect

Firm belief is like a daylight boat
with leaks as wide as nighttime skies
and wild conspiracies are always born
because the boat is always sinking.

Such a world of constant
doubt is always quick to point
a finger at some other rather than
the mystery enveloping the moon.

Other than being, nothing is known,
and all alleged knowledge is
a theoretical house of cards
collapsing into being that unknown.

In the dark night of that perfect
clarity of space, coyotes howl,
who hears and no one listens.

Friday, January 22, 2016

One and That

Love is the light
that grows this life
into being.

The world is a thought
which shadows sight.

Love and thought
mirrors
war and peace.

Still,
love is one and that is all.

Thursday, January 21, 2016

Quack of Consciousness

Consciousness catches a virus, 
coming down with this severe 
case of the world. 

Symptoms may be more or less contained
but the only certain cure is silence
as consciousness heals itself.

Thus speaks the quack
being is the healing.

Consciousness speaks to consciousness in energetic radiating revelation there is no virus and original enlightenment is all there ever is.

Tuesday, January 19, 2016

Pop Quiz

Isn't it funny how 
separation continues 
to break the nondual circle?

There is no other. 
Secondary characters 
need not apply. 

Clarify this understanding, mirror.

Experiential insight is all.
No belief. No argument.
No nothing.

Love of the positive,
compassion for the negative,
forgiveness in transformational atonement.

snippets from 'Beyond Space and Time'

"The whole universe is not big enough for even one particle." ~Vivekananda

“Out of those things our bodies are made, and all of those things were made out of hydrogen by what we call transformational causation.”

“But the hydrogen does not arise by transformational causation. It cannot arise by transformational causation.”

“Hydrogen is made of energy, and energy cannot arise by the transformation of energy.”

“The kind of causation by which we see this thing is a causation by mistake…the kind of thing that you do when you mistake a rope for a snake.”

“Nothing happens to the rope.”

“The Gunas are about some entirely different kind of causation.”

the veiling power of tamas; the projecting power of rajas; the revealing power of sattva.

tamas: you fail to see the rope rightly.

rajas: you see the rope as something else.

sattva: you still saw the rope in the first place, but only have mistaken it for a snake.

“The first cause is apparitional. Nothing has happened. Nothing whatsoever.”

the five elements are actually five energies and are perceived through the five senses.

all five elements are the transformational causations arising from the primal apparitional causation: from brahman arises akasha.

the first element is akasha, sometimes translated as ether, is the gravitational energy of matter dispersed in space, perceived thru the ear.

the 2nd, vayu, usually trans. as air, is kinetic energy, as matter in space falls together by gravitation. perceived as temp thru skin.

3rd is tejas, trans. as fire, is radiation, as excess kinetic is lost to surrounding space. perceived thru the eye.

4th/5th, ap/prithivi, trans. as water/earth, are electricity and magnetism, twins, perceived thru tongue and nose.

“Gravity is the undividedness seen in the divided.”

“Inertia is the changelessness seen in the changing.”

“Electricity is the infinitude seen in the finite.”

“Everything in the universe runs toward the changeless, toward the infinite, toward the undivided. There are no other goals.”

“All actions are transformational in nature and they arise only within the domain of the apparition.”

“Through space and time it is not possible, by transformational causation, to reach that which is beyond space and time.”

“We got in by apparition, we’ll get out by undoing the apparition.”

“First is to discriminate between the rope and the snake. Second is to cease being snake fanciers.”
  
from “Beyond Space and Time” by John Lowry Dobson


a series of reposting essential posts from previous blogs: the quantum john l. dobson sutra posted 09-Jun-2011

Thursday, January 14, 2016

Ancient Math


In the real
binary system,

silence is the zero
and love is the one.

Everything else
is an imaginary number.


Silence and love.
Awareness and being.

Your thesaurus
may differ

but math remains
the same.


Class,
reading in silence
and writing one’s love
will be our arithmetic today,
amen.

Tuesday, January 12, 2016

Reviewing One’s Knowing

So the absolute unknown
divides oneself
to turn and know itself
and loses oneself for some space-time in the turning—
evolving into knowing.

One’s mind of division is crucial.
One’s getting lost in division
is the process of division.
Seeing through division is
the absolute knowing.

That said,
building a better world
dulls the pain of division—
it doesn’t hurt
but it also doesn’t heal.

Thursday, January 7, 2016

A Spiritual Retreat

This is not an intervention. Whether one remains addicted to the world is neither here nor now

but just some lost in space-time dream before that wave of being is aware of being that awareness,

as if this wave is crashing on the sands of suffering and mad dog foam of war is seething in release

before intent of undertow is knowing wave is sea there is no me but just that unknown depth of I.

And who can intervene with that?