Saturday, March 12, 2016

Hey Jack Kerouac! It's Canyon de Chelly.


preface

This body's like an amplifier and my love is like the music of I am; this amplifier is like electricity and I am water falling; my lightning is like a mirror and my thunder is like this dream reflecting words.


introduction

Hiking in the Whites, I fell into a waterfall and turned into a river. I then remembered playing World War Two with plastic soldiers hiding in-between the ancient roots of Jesus trees.


chapter one

The next thing that I knew was tripping over Lucy in the sky with LSD. I was later interrupted for an all-expenses-paid vacation to a transformational experience.


finale

Ten years ago today in Canyon del Muerto before Ancient Pueblo cliffside ruins across a running canyon desert brook like lightning exiting a bottle,
the magic and the perfection and the glory!


afterword

As if this universal consciousness is kissing thee, my most beloved absolute, nearby an endless hidden summer pond so many thousand dreams ago.


Wednesday, March 9, 2016

A Walk Through Maudslay Park 160309

Hawks be with me…

Through the bent birch gate and into the wood. Young Blake carved his name on an old ash tree. As did Ra. Into the meadow walks the purple condor t-shirt.

The last slush of winter hiding in the swamp. New boots don't fail me now! Broken arrow, fallen trees. Summer Breeze On a Winter's Day. The last great hill before the Empire of the sea.

The new blue bridge is lurking in the distance. Teardrops of snow on the northern slope. Across the river, history is busy building new condominium construction.

The Abenaki still own this land because they never claimed its ownership. The Great White Pines of Eagle Territory. An old bridge wrapping around Flotsam Cove.

The real peak of this path are these bare rocks on the great open point of river…where the southwest wind is briskly shimmering in this glittering world.


Tuesday, March 8, 2016

Being the Revelator

Being is knowledge; being the unknown is truth; only the unknown is real; reality is... It's only a rabbit hole if you believe it. Otherwise, it's instant mythology.

Right thinking deconstructs belief but being sees the truth. Deconstruction without being is the tragic error of all postmodernist thinking. And Atheism is simply pre-postmodernism.

Nisargadatta's first teaching is 'I am,' as consciousness speaks to consciousness. Only being truly deconstructs. Thinking is the tool. This is sometimes called right thinking.

Faith in the satguru is transmission of being to being. Buying water by the river lifts the fog. Grace intends faith; lightning is birdsong. Everything is intention; nothing is desire.

Intent. Grace. Faith. Transmission. Wisdom. Truth. Reality. The seven states of sudden enlightenment! Like chain lightning. And true practice is as thunder remembering its default position and resetting there.

Monday, March 7, 2016

Ode to Self-awareness

O the wonder of this self-awareness!
the Unknown knowing it is that great Unknown,
like fourteen-billion years of what is named the known
disappearing into brilliant now.

O the happenstance of self-awareness!
in-between the absolute unknown
of a nominal unborn and an epithetic afterlife is
this being that unknown.
  
O the great illusion in this self-awareness!
in attempting to be known when nothing is sincerely known
befalling to the one disease affecting
psychological distress and suffering.
 
O this natural, innate, spontaneous, and fundamental self-awareness! unobstructed by the mists of thought and tempest of belief,
the splendid goddess knows herself
and such a knowing seems to be an evolutionary universe—

but is simply, purely, plainly, only Self-awareness.

Sunday, February 28, 2016

The Voluminous Fantasia of Forgiveness

The poor girl thinks her heart is wicked but the rub is in the thinking.

Arthur Miller said to love the idiot but marry Marilyn Monroe.

John Keats said truth is beauty after he said beauty is truth; that is all.
  
Unconditional and absolute forgiveness, both of the other and oneself, is the bridge of gods.

Take two. Forgive the known and be the unknown. End scene.

Stephen Stills sang love the one you're with. It's an ancient Christian hymn. Like Hare Krishna.
  
Forgiveness is the bridge of gods. Forgiveness is the bridge of gods. Forgiveness is the bridge of gods. It's like a one hit wonder.

If it wasn't for misunderstanding, there is no understanding further.

After living the dream, be the myth. Long division is black magic; love and zero is the power and the glory.
  
It's a mirror until you see straight through it, and only light sees through the light.


Saturday, February 27, 2016

Reality’s Ninth

All is as clear as desert air.

The streetcar is desire but all the streets are in the past.

The only difference between the gods and someone mortal is appearing in this universe of self-awareness.

Coyotes howl at the moon while daytrippers stare into the mirror of the sun.

Experience cannot be memorized. Intent knows no desire.

Transformation is apparently the answer to all questions.

The night is darkest before the dawn; the mirage seems brightest at high noon.

Look. Everything is perfect as it is. There is no real thing.

Comedy, tragedy, history. Imagine not knowing your self.

Stop action. Forget cameras. See through the light.

Thursday, February 25, 2016

A Fantasia in Here and Now


No creation story needed. No apocalypse required.

No shoes, no mind, no effort.

The past is spotty; wear it lightly. Enjoy the perfect breeze.


Mythology and deconstruction are two sides of an empty coin.

Understanding and manifestation are synchronous. It is written.

A child of three sees through the terrible twos. She's like a rainbow.


The holy experiential matrix of here and now is the gospel. Truth.

Presence is the perfect meeting of sea and sky. Hallelujah!

Picture oneself as the god of the river with whitewater splash and rainbow trout.

Wednesday, February 24, 2016

untitled song

all is birdsong
tern tern tern
and piping plovers

the sun is my metaphor
the sea shall be
think outside the story

choose your illusion
play the unknown
be unknown

all is absurdly perfection
beyond conception I am
self-awareness I am

Venus and Mars are Vishnu tonight
don't buy the hype Jesus lives
Nisargadatta lives

beyond quote
unquote
I am

Monday, February 22, 2016

Three Ways of Looking at Vishnu


We are like Frankenstein awakening from the material.


Sex and deconstruction are like taxis to nowhere if you don't know when to get off. Both Brahma and Shiva need their Vishnu.

Sometimes I laugh. Sometimes I cry. Sometimes I'm Vishnu.

Love and deconstruction are like my yin or yang roads, but Vishnu is Tao.


Deconstruction is to death as sex is to love; mere translations of Vishnu.

Vishnu is speaking to and from me when I am silent.

Gone beyond this Tao of Vishnu is going gone altogether beyond.


Tao is to intent as Vishnu is to evolution as science is to story and the chorus sings mythology.

Vishnu Vishnu Vishnu Vishnu Vishnu Vishnu Vishnu Vishnu Vishnu Vishnu Vishnu Vishnu Vishnu

dear me, it's as if there is a God, and God in its omnipotent power knows God the God, and I am that self-awareness, yours truly, i vishnu.


Great artists paint that what's not there. Great singers sing the silence. Great gods walk the earth. It is always that way.

This moment here and now exists forever in all of space-time as consciousness the universe and the black verb of self-awareness.


Dreaming self-awareness is self-awareness and that's the other truth.

Neither Tibet nor California but the natural state of Tantra.

See the story of my life as one of evolving self-awareness. That is the intent of transformation. My Tantra of Mythology. Song of Myself.
  

Dreaming self-awareness is self-awareness. Everything else is karmic.

Visualization is the vision.

The eye of seeing perfection is the eye of perfect seeing. Natural perfection.


A Shiva is a Brahma is a Vishnu is a rose.

In the beginning as it is in the end, DNA is to the Satguru as thought is to visualization. Remember the great perfection!

Absence, openness, spontaneity, unity. In other words. Freedom, liberty, life, love. And don't forget love.

Friday, February 19, 2016

The Four Enlightenments

So much depends upon a red tug icebreaker cruising through the silvery jigsaw ice in the great slow bend of river. The sun is my mirror. I shall not be me.

Science tells a good story. Not great but good enough for its subjects to believe. Social conditioning is deeper than you’ve been trained to think. The four enlightenments are the key to Catch-22.

1. Surrender. Follow your love. This is doing your best. Absolute intent.

2. Disbelieve. Don't take your self or other beings personally. Pay it no mind.

3. Stay awake. Don't make any new beliefs. Nor form a new religion. I am. Be.

4. Be aware. Be honest and compassionate with your word. Dream lucidly. Embodiment is I am That.

Thursday, February 18, 2016

The Book of Being

In DNA but not of DNA. As long as one identifies with the material, the world is a pestle and the universe the mortar. One can’t trump the truth forever.

Fear is the straw that sucks the space out of you. There’s no building a gentler and kinder world. Its pendulum is always swinging. Seeing through the material is the only subjective objective.

In the late October light of middle February, shadows of bare trees begin to shorten. In the middle of a tidal river, giant ice floes are resting on a sandbar. Transformation is as transformation does.

Morality is where true spirituality too often returns to die. Love is to morality as being is to thought. Don't get me wrong, morality might be a good thing, but love is everything.

As the sun is to a match, the match has its purpose, but try thinking without being. Thinking without being is as good a definition of samsara as one may think but there is no samsara in being.

Wednesday, February 17, 2016

The Program. Of Light.

Young built a helicopter and in so doing came to an understanding of process and evolution. Arthur M. Young. That’s the short story. Science and the laws of nature become a longer one. Purpose: an even longer one. In the end, we come to an understanding with the number seven in creation mythologies. And then there was light. I find it to be a fine western-style visualization technique.

Evolution is a purposive process, with a reflexive shape. The first half is a fall into material determinism. Then there is a turn. And the second half is the return to freedom. Rather than laws, there is this freedom. Rather than statistics, there is individuation. Rather than objects, there is action! Subject becomes object to see ‘itself.’

The seven stages are: Light, Nuclear, Atomic, Molecular, Vegetable, Animal, Dominion. Then Light again! That first stage, Light, is completely free. Since light travels naturally at the speed of light, it’s outside of space and time, and has no mass. Pure intent.

The second stage, Nuclear, loses one element of freedom, and things are Binding. There is substance; there is force. But there is also the fog of probability. Wave? Particle? Karma.

Next, Atomic, loses another element, and Identity is gained. There is center, order, property. Chemicals have moved in. Hydrogen. Oxygen. Iron. Justice.

Then, in the midpoint, the Molecular has zero degrees of freedom; Combination has been attained. There appears to be determinism. Classical physics lived here. Not to mention DNA: the holy book of life appears in its final substage. So much for logic.

A lengthy Young interlude:
“The seventh substage, DNA…requires cells for the completion of its function, and cells belong in the next higher kingdom. It will be found that all seventh substages require the next higher kingdom to function. For example, the flowering plants depend on insects for pollination.

…What would this mean to the dominion kingdom? Since it is already the highest kingdom for the solar universe, we are led by this and other evidence to expect yet higher stages - a super arc which deals in galactic evolution. In other words, the dominion kingdom requires something beyond itself, which may help to explain why all human cultures, with the possible exception of modern man, depend on a belief in higher orders of beings, gods.

This dependence of seventh substages on the next higher stage is one of the most difficult concepts to accept because it suggests that process, at the seventh substage at least, anticipates its own future.

And there’s a great turn in the molecular, in its fourth substage, with functional compounds, the organic chemicals, important to life. And sex hormones. Separation has occurred. Negation.

Then, in the Vegetable, there is Growth, Organization. Reproduction. Negative entropy! Flowers. A rose is a rose is a rose. Affirmation.

Next, in the Animal, there’s Mobility, action, satisfaction, seeming choice. The nervous system makes it appearance. Turn it up! Also, in addition to DNA, now there is the animal soul. The birds in planetary flight and the importance of the queen bees will attest to that. Magic.

And then appears the individual soul, Atman. On that stage of the Monad, the actor we call Human Being, there’s Dominion. And irony, absurdity, detachment: understanding.

And finally there is that Self-awareness which undoes all firsts and finals within this unconditional love. I-I. Light-Light. Atman is Brahman...

is Parabrahman:
“In reality there is only the source, dark in itself, making everything shine. Unperceived, it causes perception. Unfelt, it causes feeling. Unthinkable, it causes thought. Non-being, it gives birth to being. It is the immovable background of motion. Once you are there you are at home everywhere.”
~Nisargadatta Maharaj

Monday, February 15, 2016

Pastoral (with Abbey Road Fantasia)


Begin at the beginning, Beethoven said to Alice nine times.

Corporate movies. Independent films.

The personal is to fear as deconstruction is to loathing.


Stay in love without another.

It is now as it was in the beginning and as it is in the end, the nondoer is intent, not nothing.

The Cosmo in Lowell, Jack looks at the crippled and the handicapped, Neal hits a cop car in front of City Hall.


In the land of division, spontaneity is ground zero.

It's either poetry or the absolute.

A great blue heron is wading across Abbey Road.



(Abbey Road Fantasia translated by Son Rivers)


Because the sky is blue.

Oh that magic feeling nowhere to go.

One sweet dream came true today.


Here comes the sun king.

Cuesto obrigado, tanta mucho, ‘que/cake’ and eat it, ‘carousel/cara sole’ (this thanks, very much, that/cake and eat it, carousel/dearest sun).

Such a dirty old man / you could say she was attractively built.


But I knew what I could not say.

Sleep little darling do not cry and I will sing a lullaby.

You're going to carry that weight a long time.
And in the end the love you take is equal to the love you make.
Her majesty's a pretty nice girl but she changes from day to day.

Abbey Road Fantasia translated by Son Rivers


Because the sky is blue.

Oh that magic feeling nowhere to go.

One sweet dream came true today.


Here comes the sun king.

Cuesto obrigado, tanta mucho, ‘que/cake’ and eat it, ‘carousel/cara sole’
(this thanks, very much, that/cake and eat it, carousel/dearest sun).

Such a dirty old man / you could say she was attractively built.


But I knew what I could not say.

Sleep little darling do not cry and I will sing a lullaby.

You're going to carry that weight a long time.
And in the end the love you take is equal to the love you make.
Her majesty's a pretty nice girl but she changes from day to day.

Pastoral


Begin at the beginning, Beethoven said to Alice nine times.

Corporate movies. Independent films.

The personal is to fear as deconstruction is to loathing.


Stay in love without another.

It is now as it was in the beginning and as it is in the end, the nondoer is intent, not nothing.

The Cosmo in Lowell, Jack looks at the crippled and the handicapped, Neal hits a cop car in front of City Hall.


In the land of division, spontaneity is ground zero.

It's either poetry or the absolute.

A great blue heron is wading across Abbey Road.

Friday, February 12, 2016

Numerological Enlightenment

No one 
hears a world 
falling in the forest.

One 
attends to one
not two.

Two 
always appears 
to be two to two.

Three 
is truly 
the mystery.

Two 
is just 
an illusion.

One
is the one
that is the unknown.

No one
comes to not two
except through the one.

Thursday, February 11, 2016

Fifth Fantasia


What Trickster should I be tonight? Some Puck or Crow or Kappa?

On the slopes of Mount Osore in volcanic waters of an onsen, I bow before the water deity.

Poet, father, mystic, I. These are a few of my favorite words.


Only being knows of lucid dreaming, cabbages, and kings.

Somewhere between cicadas and a Golden Buddha, I meet an ancient Chinese woman on the steps of Yamadera, and she takes a picture of me.

All my life, through all the transformations, significant or otherwise, I'm on the way to Graceland.


Whatever confidential character I dream, it's only proof I am that great unknown.

Ah! Matsushima! Ah! Big Sur! Ah! Nisargadatta! Ah! I am!

On the shores of Lake Chocorua, before the distant peak of Passaconaway, I watch my daughter make-believe while knowing all is love.

The Limits of Deconstruction

The Empire never loses. It just co-opts the new next story. Constantine buys Christianity. Disney buys Star Wars.

A person not busy deconstructing is busy serving the Empire.

Deconstruction is always lovingly impersonal. No material or worldly violence is ever needed.

The greatest error of personal deconstruction is nihilism.

Nothing is the greatest concept. Subtraction is the work of mind. Being is limitless.

(It's as if the mind in deconstructing itself continues madly into negating being, creating this black hole of an ultimate concept.)

The unknown isn't nothing. Being isn't unknown.

Being is true knowledge. Being knowing being is unconditional love. Being knowing the unknown is self-awareness.

In this way it's all about being the unknown.

Wednesday, February 10, 2016

Harbinger, Herald, Courier, and Prophet

Death is a concept. The person is a concept.
So death is a concept about the end of a concept.
Therefore ask yourself today: am I a concept?

One doesn't really die before dying.
One kills the concept one thinks one is.
The emperor has no clothes. I am.

On the other hand, lucid dreaming knows
the clothes one wears and wears them well.
But there are tricksters tricksters everywhere!

Some like Coyote believe in tricks
and so become outsmarted by them.
Raven flies on black wings.

Monday, February 8, 2016

The Basic Secret

Evolution is about the journey from self-centeredness to self-awareness and back again.

Science only tells the surface story.

This game of clue always ends with the rattlesnake in the garden with its so-called tools of knowledge.

Deconstruction is the first sign of the personal apocalypse.

If belief is fundamental to the transformational existence of the world, who am I?

I dream. Therefore I know I am.

And there’s the ancient way of unknowing who I think I am.

The basic secret to nonduality is either way I am.

Believe it or not, nonexistence takes thinking.

Simply being is meditation enough.

And lucent dreaming is being enough.

Deconstruction is always further. Dreaming is always now.

The basic secret to nonduality is either way I am...