Variations on this Bliss

Pain and

pleasure are

definitions of

intentional bliss—

as the mind denies

the beingness of bliss.

There is no bliss in the body

but the body is in bliss.

Zero is

denying bliss

as one is blissfully

forgetting that denial.

There is no bliss in the body

but the body is in bliss.

Bliss is

before all yin

and yang.

Bliss is the Quantum

Avatar of Tao.

Bliss is

bliss Is.

There is no bliss in the body

but the body is in bliss.

It’s not about survival

of the fittest—

but the suddenly

blissful

intentionally attempting

to continue such

a bliss

by any means possible

within the law

or

outside the law—

without understanding

the unborn nature of

that bliss.

There is no bliss in the body

but the body is in bliss.

Embodiment is—

blissfully

following

the mind

of intent—

with your catholic body of intent.

There is no bliss in the body

but the body is in bliss.

Bliss is love

and

love is bliss

and

carpenters are walruses

and

I am That

so Google this

but every search needs silence.

There is no bliss in the body

but the body is in bliss.

Bliss is to tantra as

emptiness is to sutra as

deconstruction is

a twenty-first century orange fox.

There is no bliss in the body

but the body is in bliss.

Multi-

orgasmic

galaxies of bliss

is manifestation of

deep sleep—

Is it not?

There is no bliss in the body

but the body is in bliss.

The beauty of an empty

page is like bliss

of the great unknown

and this is why I sing.

There is no bliss in the body

but the body is in bliss.

Bliss—

that energetic

kundalini

feeling which when filtered

by a thought

is just my imagination running away with me.

There is no bliss in the body

but the body is in bliss.

Bliss is visceral

like bleeding

hearts

like holocausts

like mystery like dreams like love;

thinking intentionally is

surrendering to The

Bigger Picture

of our Tao.

There is no bliss in the body

but the body is in bliss.

Between The Source

and The Apocalypse of Self-awareness

is This

energetic and spatial and free—

Shakespeare says

to be

is unthinkable

but being is not a thought

but bliss divided by thought is emotion.

There is no bliss in the body

but the body is in bliss.

Bliss is

first word

best intent is

non-directional

and bliss is radiating

far beyond this shadow.

There is no bliss in the body

but the body is in bliss.

The world is in consciousness.

The absolute is in the body.

The body is in bliss.

There is no bliss in the body

but the body is in bliss.

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Imagine

there’s no space

and there’s no time

but something

mysterious

with which

you rhyme.

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cause and effect
is like
butterfly
or caterpillar

Solo for Two

I’ve tried to save this tamarack 

from being overrun by a tangled web of choking vines. 

I’ve cut so many fountainheads arising from the ground

but still somehow that sucker thrives.

No more!

There comes a point when Nature’s austere Grace is seen for what it is.

Calamity is intentional and only evolution is the way.

Similarly the world repeats itself

and not because it doesn’t know its history

but just because it’s caught within that history.

Forgiveness is protection.

Compassion is the guide.

The trail precedes beyond

the tamarack and choking vines

and only I can follow mine.

I-I (the song of reflexivity)

On 

the Way 

Respectfully In 

The Name of the Protector 

Compassion Buddha 

Christ Further 

Unknown 

Eye

Dear Vishnu

you have been reborn quickly

it’s called the sky

of dreams

Trumping my Self

Other than Self-Awareness

Resurrection

There’s the Crucifixion of Belief—

let me tell you a story

my forgetful

millen

nial

Unknowing Me

For the Isle of Patmos

T

h

i

n

g

s

are

vital

to trans

formation.

Such concerns will disappear in Self-

awareness

Ikkyū Parties Like It's Fūryū 1984

The Artificial Revolution

will be Stream-lined for 

The Fortunes of Our Future!

But true poetry

documents the fūryū
revelation

Now.

For Saint Kerouac

Honoring the Samsaric

Suffering Past

with its Sacred Karmic

Qualities of ultimate

Protectorship!

Call it Seeing

With the Compassionate

Eyes of the Going

Further Buddha.

When Lilacs Last

Walking in the great spring Greening,

I’m struck by the fragrance of lilacs

and all of the Springs of the past

begin flowing through the mind.

Some of them have names

and I could lose myself

in any one of them but let

the ripples wash right past me—

so none of them are turning into

sucking psychic whirlpools;

instead intent is coloring

the air with self-awareness.

It’s an energy that cracks

the rocks and reaches with a green

hand towards the springtime

purity of sunshine.

And the dust it leaves

behind is like a lilac

talc for this newborn

unborn song of self.

firmament

although

there is no state of sky

there are countless states of clouds

and clouds riding clouds is like a hurricane—

let it sky

The Butterfly Genuflection

but what causes the butterfly to flap its wings?

and if there is free will, what drive gave birth to it?

so if evolution is the driving force, what’s the engine?

then if self-awareness is the pinnacle of evolution, is awareness then its vast foundation?

if awareness and self-awareness is alpha and omega, is the universe just reflection in a mirror?

Popular Nirvana

In the middle of a quiet Crystal Lake,

a sudden and chaotic fountain is born.

In the middle of a desert, dust devils!

As religion is established on the unknown,

science is founded on deconstructing the known.

Together they intone—I am the unknown.

And upon Awakening, the world

appears in consciousness.

Dreams evaporate in light.

Intent has buried God

and Intent is raising That Awareness

from the dead.

And the chorus is resounding,

raising Self-awareness

from the walking dead.

And contemporary scriptures chant,

forgive your zombies

for they know not what they do.

And the soloist is singing,

waves reflect the Sea

and the Sea reflects the Sky.

And so it is that Self-awareness

calms the Waters

of all Sons and of all Daughters.

Instructions for Sunshine

Like Writing to myself as if there is another.

All Insight is bigger than you think.

See it as it is and translate into love.

Being is unborn.

Body-mind is born in being.

You are what you identify as you.

The obvious sky is easily hidden

by the trick of water droplets

looking like a cloud.

There are no Superfluous gears.

Division solves for X

as the dream instructs.

And the Supremes sing You Can’t Hurry Love.

Like evolution is

the Manifest Destiny of self-awareness

and it never happened.

After the eyes open,

it takes a little time to see

I am the light.

The absolute unknown.

Neither nothing nor irony.

The magical reality of fire!

After the sun sees it is the sun,

there's nothing to do but shine,

sunshine.

Notes on Being

Consciousness arising from the material is a belief. 

But the material arising in consciousness is a fact.

That consciousness

is primal is

not so much a leap of faith

as it is seeing as it is.

In other words, 

consciousness is unborn.

The world is born in consciousness.

Not a metaphysical belief.

Not theory or theology.

True science.

Body-mind is born in being—

constructs the dream

which instructs the mind

to deconstruct itself

clarifying awareness reflected in being as self-awareness

—dies in undying being.

As self-awareness is awareness being,

self-consciousness is being thinking.

Not being the known, like self-consciousness.

Self-awareness as the unknown being.

Four Directions to My God

Dream is the turn in material being. 

Mind is instructed 

to deconstruct the world of mind. 

Being is now the naked emperor of self-awareness.

Awareness is the zero.

And self-awareness is the one.

An evolutionary universe is the imaginary number

between that wisdom and this love.

Dream instructs a sleeping mind.

But being is beyond.

Like sunlight knows no night—

and secondary characters are only reflecting original light.

There is no one but myself.

Dreams are not about anyone but myself.

And being is myself.

As self-awareness is awareness—myself is simply self.

Seeing Through Yourselves

The dream is mind's instructor. Respect the dream like one respects a teacher.

In dream, you are myself seen through a looking glass. On the other hand, nature is myself. Such is the infallibility of being.

Give self to myself by seeing through yourselves. Stop talking about charity when there's everything to give and no one to give to but myself.

Adolescence is all about Being pretending to be something when everyone is making one feel like nothing.

Write like a child in discovery and not an adult speaking to another jaded adult.

Write discovery and not some inauthentic socially-conditioned formalista irony. Koan. Not scenic views.

Movies are cheap mystical experiences. Everything you see is the real mystical experience. A mystic rose is a mystic rose is a mystic rose.

The past is a social science. Follow the concept. Memory is your only backup. A babbling brook in a desert canyon before the ancient ruins.

Being is the only science. Ten thousand deities dance on the head of a pin. Smell the flowers but fire burns.

The quick brown frog jumps through the ancient pond.

Of Gods and Dogs and Self-awareness

Gods do not exist.

But dogs do not exist as well.

It's not that gods or dogs do not exist,

but existence itself is pure imagination.

And nonexistence is pure imagination.

So being neither exists nor doesn't exist.

And absolute awareness is neither being nor non-being.

Existence is the imagination of mind.

Mind is the instrument of being.

Being is the intent of self-awareness.

Self-awareness is awareness.

In the reflexive universe of self-awareness,

being is the intent of the closing

and the knowledge in the opening.

Self-awareness intends being.

Being utilizes mind.

Mind constructs dream.

Dream instructs mind.

Mind deconstructs itself.

Being, alone, knows self-awareness.

No procedure in a process is superfluous.

The Enchantment of Atonement

There are seven billion stories 

in my universal primer 

and all of them share one plot: 

awareness being self-awareness.

No story is right

or wrong

but every story is

intentional.

By skillful means of Applied Mythologies

and the universal heart of Great Compassion,

every story is released

from critical review.

Instead of seven billion stories,

there are seven billion sacred mountains

with seven billion brilliant butterflies

shining transformation on each one.

Not the endless zero of nihilistic tragedy

nor the endless one of pointless comedy,

but devoted nonduality

of creative explication.

In further words,

deconstruction is the skillful means,

compassion is the heart of being,

and magical reality is the true form of oneself.