on christian contemplation

footnotes to the second koan of unknowing

And commentary...

As it is is not what I was taught but get over it.

"That alone, the Absolute, You, Know! and not this which they worship."

Sometimes I live in the river.

Sometimes I live on the riverbank.

Sometimes I get a great notion

to drop body-mind—fade to blank.

Great intent

appears as good

or bad to those

who live within

the world of yin

and yang. But know

the Book of Job 

and who am I?

The fountain of youth is simply being.

I discovered myself in Acadia

and believed its mountains

and great gray sea

was me, and so

returned

almost every single

New England season.

It was after Sky City but before Santa Fe.

Coyote on Interstate 40!

I am...unborn.

Loon, wind, water. Maine!

the second koan of unknowing

not to state

the obvious

nor divide

the indivis-

ible,

but this

is how

I see

that—

not exactly

infinite

but quite

spontaneous.

obviously

indivisible,

practically unknown.

as it has been written,

so it is I write.

for this

is my gospel of

intent.

every sacrifice

and desire

are fractions of

intent.

if one

were to

sudden-

ly

awaken,

i

would

be

lucid.

nothing is lost.

nothing is found.

(not to state the obvious nor divide the indivisible, but this is how I see that—not exactly infinite but quite spontaneous. obviously indivisible, practically unknown. as it has been written, so it is I write. for this is my gospel of intent. every sacrifice and desire are fractions of intent. if one were to suddenly awaken, I would be lucid. nothing is lost. nothing is found.)

footnote to the first koans of unknowing

follow your god until that god is seeing through you

The First Koans of Unknowing

The commonwealth of our conditioning. The specialty of my expertise. The singularity of oneself. The perfect absolution.

And I’m saying to myself there'll never be a scientific singularity. There is being though. And all science is appearing in this consciousness.

Don't let it go to your head. Respect the heart of great intent.

Manifest as if one's self-evolving

Sooner or later, you must kill Jesus. And rest in one's own Buddha nature.

For all intents and purposes, one must render unto trump every normal playing card. All that's left for one is just the joker.

This evolutionary process of self-awareness assists in every turn and in direct proportion to one's faith in such an evolution of awareness.

(It may not be rocket science but it's not nothing.)

Sex and drugs are all well and good within the middle way. But money and security is the root of all extreme unconsciousness.

Go at your own speed but always see one's going. This may involve some current kind of therapy. Guru, priest, psychologist—whatever it takes.

There comes a time on a steep mountain path when the barrier of knowing one will never reach the summit is supplanted by the fact one is.

Staying on the path of one's own choosing is devotion to original intent. It is only through this individual and unconditional way that that is that.

Entitled No Name for Tao

Unknow. And know.

Put your babbling where your brook is.

The mind can deconstruct. Only the heart can unincorporate.

Sunset. Sunrise.

A sudden southern total solar eclipse in August.

The dark side of the moon only appears in a certain light.

Belief befall.

The empire of July and August is divided by December.

The varieties of rain. The spectrum of sunlight.

Science is just another new religion.

Real mythologies know there is no answer.

Between infinity and nothing is an open zero.

Listening to one, I get the zero.

Gazing at all, I feel full.

O! And m is the thirteenth letter of this post-progressive sudden and spontaneous phenomenon.

For every enlightened soul, an insect bites.

Dreaming as if July is Alive

If the car is like the body and the steering wheel is like the mind, who is driving? Note: the passenger is but a dream.

One's conditioning is like a well-oiled perpetual motion machine—until unconditional love is raining cats and dogs and beautiful babies.

I am nobody but love is what I am. Call me the song of self-awareness. Belief is disease but love is not a cure.

I have seen the best identify with deconstruction but the only identity is love and identity is not the best.

Love the ones I love. Surrender all ideas about some universal love. Four years is critical. Seven years is apocalyptic.

Pay the electric bill. Buy spring water. It's either karma or nothing. Otherwise, everything is unbelievable.

The art of being human is the fact of following my love. The god of all conditioning requires your insignificant sacrifice, earthling.

chiro 8

chiro 7

Epistle to I & Chorus

So a full moon is lower in the summer sky than a winter one because ecliptic plane.

the full moon is in less than two hours and counting

There is one way. My way. But it’s not a fascist way. Your way will unavoidably vary. Until i see there’s only me, it’s just like tea for two. And that way of the self, by the self, for the self, shall not perish from the self.

no buddha, no dharma, no sangha

Nobody nobody nobody but i, nobody can do (Tao Te Ching) like i do. I was born the day i spoke my name but i'm a pre-existing unconditional and unborn.

there are no words for my third stanza

The primary egg is never cracked. Every surface fracture is projection. "Honor be to Hiawatha! He has slain the great Pearl-Feather, Slain the mightiest of Magicians, Him, who sent the fiery fever, Sent the white fog from the fen-lands, Sent disease and death among us!"

on the shores of get me give me

The primary thought is a secondary character. I shot the shiva but i did not shoot the deputy. War, children, is just a thought away. What is it god for?

it’s my manifestation and i’ll laugh if i want to

I celebrate myself and sing myself for i am unbelievable! I am writing to forget and remember to forget. If you meet the buddha on the road, love him and leave him, no regrets coyote.

~it's not your brain, it's just the flame. from fame.~

This is my thirteenth life. This is self-awareness. There is no final judgment, Michelangelo. There is a final question, Maharaj. Will i still be myself tomorrow?

i am me as i forget i am as pure awareness is this self-awareness goo goo g'joob

Like the distant fireworks in my ear tonight. I provide the play-by-play projection. Gravity is the first sign of duality and the last refuge of religion.

no one making no commitment to anyone but oneself

Freedom is another word for nothing left but i. Self-reliance isn't of the world. Stripers or perch, stripers or perch, stripers or perch.

drop world. carry story.

I have a question. Why does it take 20 minutes for night vision to kick in? How long does it take to unlearn what one was taught? Always be be deconstructing. Drive Furthur, Cynthia

out of nowhere, Nisargadatta

All religions talk to you. Not i. I am not your matrix. P.S. I love you.

as i write whatever

not naturalism nor eternalism nor nihilism nor half nor empty. no view on views. the correct view.

Epistle to I

So a full moon is lower in the summer sky than a winter one because ecliptic plane.

There is one way. My way. But it’s not a fascist way. Your way will unavoidably vary. Until i see there’s only me, it’s just like tea for two. And that way of the self, by the self, for the self, shall not perish from the self.

Nobody nobody nobody but i, nobody can do (Tao Te Ching) like i do. I was born the day i spoke my name but i'm a pre-existing unconditional and unborn.

The primary egg is never cracked. Every surface fracture is projection. "Honor be to Hiawatha! He has slain the great Pearl-Feather, Slain the mightiest of Magicians, Him, who sent the fiery fever, Sent the white fog from the fen-lands, Sent disease and death among us!"

The primary thought is a secondary character. I shot the Shiva but i did not shoot the deputy. War, children, is just a thought away. What is it god for?

I celebrate myself and sing myself for i am unbelievable! I am writing to forget and remember to forget. If you meet the buddha on the road, love him and leave him, no regrets Coyote.

This is my thirteenth life. This is self-awareness. There is no final judgment, Michelangelo. There is a final question, Maharaj. Will i still be myself tomorrow?

Like the distant fireworks in my ear tonight. I provide the play-by-play projection. Gravity is the first sign of duality and the last refuge of religion.

Freedom is another word for nothing left but i. Self-reliance isn't of the world. Stripers or perch, stripers or perch, stripers or perch.

I have a question. Why does it take 20 minutes for night vision to kick in? How long does it take to unlearn what one was taught? Always be be deconstructing. Drive Furthur, Cynthia.

All religions talk to you. Not i. I am not your matrix. P.S. I love you.

.

chiro 6

chiro 5

chiro 4

chiro 3

chiro 2

30-June-2017

It's that orange daylily 

time of year 

prefiguring fireworks 

of the Fourth of July

and I'm as independent 

as I ever was, 

alone and seldom lonely, 

like I like it, 

or at least the way 

I've always made it be, 

because, 

I'm sorry people, 

I really know no better. 

chiro 1

29-June-2017

driving river road

there’s nothing new

on the river today—

same old water,

same reflections,

same on the other side.

i did begin to think my car

was making some new

unwanted noise however.

but it just turns out

the car behind me needs

a serpentine belt replacement

or maybe just a tightening

of my focus.

11

eleven news

war is ever new thought against all old thought

as no thought is not a shot away

of self by self for self so help me god

perspective. perspective. perspective

thanks for the memories

no words for way

name that thing!

hall of the mountain king. queen of the void.

nowhere

one eye

insight

number nine. heraclitus. buddha.

divide by tao

self-awareness is eleven

The News According to Suite July

Naked fuse.

I've got waves in low places.

The history of the world is always about old money vs. virtual money.

2 monks looking at the ground. 1 says snake!

The other replies it's just some rope.

The 6^th son says neither snake nor rope.

Consciousness?

Pure awareness, awareness reflected in consciousness, and consciousness

is the holy trinity.

I love the sound of night rain falling on summer leaves.

It smells like evolutionary self-awareness.

news
is to poetry as

william carlos williams is
to a fourth of july red wheelbarrow

in the land of silence,
evolutionary self-awareness
is intent upon apocalyptic words...

Matty told Hatty, Ouroboros, Ouroboros, Ouroboros!

As on the extreme altar of consciousness,

I burn my sacred eyes—

for an eye can never see oneself.

mountain laurel sand

dunes leaves of grass california

dreaming creation deconstruction shiva

shakti shiva tech-tonic shifts of manifestation

Open field. Insert self.

Stay Still

Imagine

there's no separation

and the universe is one

being self-aware—

it's easy if I try because it's true.

And I have this great notion I am.

So fractal me this.

To escape the fear,

one has to hike the highest mountains.

To see through fear—

stay still.