Song of the Reflex of Awareness

This matrix of division and volition is

the warlike nightmare of the world.

All protest or political attempts to change

the world in time is lost within this matrix.

It's impossible to heal division

with division.

All volition in the world is of the world

which means it's more division.

Love is not division as surrender is

the opposite of all volition.

Listen! This awareness superstar intends

to be aware of that awareness.

Love is all there is.

Surrender to intent.

Turn, turn, turn.

Song of Self-Awareness

Awareness is reflexive

and everything said to be other than awareness is the reflex—

this intent of that awareness to be aware of that awareness.

And this universal reflex learns to think

and thinks it has volition and believes

it's separate from this universal reflex of awareness,

thus expelling its own dream-existence from that garden of awareness.

In this nightmare of division's vision,

there is want and suffering and death.

But love is singing like it’s crazy on the corner:

awareness may be nothing much

but self-awareness is divine!

The Song of Burning Driftwood

Breathing on kindling does nothing 

until there’s a spark—

and when the flames are rising, 

breathing is nothing but the fire’s own intake.

Consequently, mistaking effect for cause

is the prime mover of ignorance

and the essential stuff of paradox.

Around & around & around

the driftwood circles in the reedy shallows—

until the current of intent transports the flotsam unerringly to sea.

Shiva's Song of Self-Realization

I am. 

These words are timeless 

yet appear to take approximately 

fourteen billion years to say them—

but the world is just the words gone lost 

within their saying. Stop this moment,

listen to yourself and know the universe for what you are,

this sudden silent knowing that I am.

Third Eye Song

Oh god and goddess of the third eye, Ardhanarishvara, half male, half female, Shiva Shakti,

do our actions manifest, is manifesting moving action, is it all the synchronicity of a timeless one?

Are there seven poets just because I gathered seven books? Did I gather seven books because of seven poets?

Is the number seven just coincidence of one—this universe is both the cause and its result, the mind divides the indivisible,

crow caws the causelessness of crow, and you, Ardhanarishvara, are manifesting only that I know.