seeing through ego

ego kills. ego can't be killed.

as consciousness talks to consciousness, consciousness understands and sees through ego.

love, forgiveness, and compassion is the trinity of understanding.

all politics is local. all politics is ego. ego kills. et cetera, et cetera, et cetera.

in no name

the body is in the time of the mind called memory.

the mind is in the space of consciousness called universe.

consciousness is in the unknown black hole of awareness called

noumenon, godhead, parabrahman, absolute, self, no name for tao.

Surrealistic Topiary

Self-awareness is like the light bulb
and it's cartoon speech balloon
exclaiming self-awareness—
and all the letters are boldly imagining
they are doing the talking.

The leaves of the trees are forming
my green projection of Ganesha
caressing my old third eye
with cures from the hundred acre wood.

When living in the land of three,
there's emperor, ice cream,
and being one with thee.

footnotes

absolute awarenesss is naturally self-aware. this self-awareness appears to be an evolutionary universe within its being.

one is love and one is projecting love. but belief is the funhouse mirror.

there are thirteen ways way of one being raven

being the unknown is written in the stars

the mind is made to deconstruct itself

doctors born from doctors only know the rituals

Yuan de Yepes y Álvarez is before the cross

jesus was not a christian as albert einstein was not a materialist

neither took a side

as soon as they think you are born, they condition universal consciousness, nondual expression of the unborn absolute, to believe it was born, too

The Dancer Knows the Dance

Transformation is default, where emptiness meets form and so on and so on. As consciousness is the song of the godhead, transformation is the dance.

After the dance descends into its worldly stance, it must return as dance again, before reviving as the dancer. Else the stance usurps an absolute position.

But jump blues are not about the suffering. They're all about the joy of being after seeing through the suffering. Calling the whirling dervishes of self-awareness.

Belief usurps the absolute but thought can't dance. Surrender to the siren song of consciousness.

Get lost in the dance of transformation. Self-awareness is this ecstasy of ouroboros.

The dance of idleness is the crown of creation. Silence is the name of the dancer.

Summer Solstice Sutra

From thirteen minutes to solstice, reality dreams. Emptiness is dream etcetera.

Pure-awareness being self-aware unifies myth with theory. Like Dogen and Darwin.

A person doesn't have consciousness. The noumenal has consciousness and consciousness has a person.

The summer solstice is implying leaves will fall, trees die, earth erode, the sun implode, black hole of winter.

Sudden enlightenment requires thought as survival of the fittest requires prophecy. Bilbo loves.

footnotes

any omnipotent godhead of pure awareness is also self-aware. naturally, this self-awareness appears to be an evolutionary process as viewed from a conceptual point of view. but from circumference, not really.
consciousness is the language of the noumenon as self-awareness is nondual expression of absolute awareness 
never try to reason with a paradox. consciousness and pure awareness are nondual like an ouroboros is the one.
self-awareness is a dream as pure awareness is not experiential as form is unborn and emptiness is transformation
lucid dreaming is true dreaming. although nirvikalpa samadhi is always an alternative.

conception is not a bad thing. like the world is not wrong.
the world hurts because the one divided wants to own what it loves. greed is not knowing love is not a thing to be possessed. fear is not knowing one is love.
the present is the future projected on the past
one rests in idleness as nirvana. one sits and stands as samsara.
the world is my projection as it is according to my deconstruction
without the noise, i never would have known the silence
if consciousness is genesis, self-awareness is apocalypse

meditation is tricky. like life or death.
many people will catch meditation but only a few will die from it
belief doesn't kill. it sleeps.
if you see through the world, the world won't see you
deconstructing the world is the very point of a liberal arts education
the business of business school is business
be true to the school that doesn't postulate you be true to it

feel it. don't try to reason with it.
to tame a horse, one is one with it. who is teaching whom?
most inspiration is mistaken as skill
planning is to effect as cause is to spontaneity
all people rationalize whatever happens
it's called taking a side
most people would rather die for a cause than to live as an effect
make affect not effect

Featuring the Summer

Almost summer solstice green the sun is rising later in the morning consciousness focuses photosynthesis in the twilight's cobalt turning.

The great intent of consciousness is focusing awareness back upon itself in self-awareness dreaming this quicksilver mirror in the summertime.

The fall is not wrong as spring is not right. Winter is the ground of wisdom as summer is the god of love. Being is the heart of evolution.

Transubstantiation

Pure awareness reflecting in focusing consciousness is to space-time, as body-mind is to hard memory.

They say the bodhisattva saves the world by knowing there's no world. God knows I'm not a bodhisattva. I know there's no one but myself.

Identifying with the space between and not the face of Gregory Samsara in the mirror is happening one morning.

The revelation that the world is only in my head and all I know is this knowing space I name myself, is like the thunder.

After the abyss reclaims itself, there's an echo like ecstatic wine, good loving and song on the northern rim of the canyon.

In this streaming play of consciousness, there's sleepwalking, lucid dreaming, and inhabiting the character. Inquire within.

Pascal Dagnan-Bouveret

as absolute awareness retracts consciousness, there's an ecstasy

call this ecstasy self-awareness

can self-awareness be induced. this is the secret behind all alchemy.

Love River

There's nothing bad about desire. There's nothing wrong about explosives. Handle everything with love.

No one sells their soul. People buy securities. Like the psychological equivalent of opium, you can never build your high high enough.

Desire lost within a world of thought is highly explosive. This desire in being called enlightening intent is the sword of self-awareness.

More money is spent on marketing than the military. They say a good defense is a good offensive line.

Forgiving oneself is like the sacrament of rebirth. One is born into conditioning now reborn to that which is never born.

There's so much green June along this river of desire I can hear the people of the Merrimack naming it swift space of consciousness.

Here’s non-doing as it works in human beings. You've already decided what you're going to do. In fact, it’s already done.

People spend the so-called space-time in-between rationalizing why. Being stays in the lane of love and follows its direction.

footnotes 

desire is a dirty word in any empire, be it religious or scientific

even true desire is subject to its selling out like any objective billionaire

kerouac called his bodhisattva dean moriarty and not some nameless holmes because desire in postwar america is exploding like james dean clear off the silver screen

political speech is ninety-nine percent conditioning and one percent repeat

universal consciousness is naturally compassionate towards all conditioned consciousness. sometimes we cry.

the summer solstice takes forty days and forty nights. day five is learning this by nightfall.

the free in free will is actually a verb

unfollowing rationalization, one follows oneself

Reality Maps

Appearance, consciousness, awareness. Two, one, zero. There are many names for this experiential trinity.

There's many symptoms but there's one cure. Know thyself. No need to overthink it.

Another name for tao is great intent. Another name for conditioning is terrain. A stream of consciousness runs through it.

If you want to make your stand in my reality, it's now or never. Bring your own myth.

footnotes


father, son, and holy spirit is the old new. awareness being self-aware is new new.

If emotion is love filtered by a thought, 
and no-mind reveals the light of being, 
there’s no need to seek the psychological. 
Seeing through all thought is a direct path.

love is the hand of being. being is the heart of intentional self-awareness. self-awareness is a feature of absolute awareness.

in the land of thought, there is no now. but right now, there is no thought.


every thought believed is pathological

thought is your tool and not vice versa

i'm not leaving notes for you; they’re for me. 
my memory isn't what it used to be. 
you're welcome to them though. 
it helps me writing thinking 
they’re for someone else.
oh i find love works best that way.

if every theory is in consciousness, and awareness is the ground of everything, self-awareness is the theory of everything.
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See Change

Change appears to be gradual from great heights. But in the valley, change is the current mood of the river.

There is a time to tell it slant and a time for telling. After the sea change comes the first wave.

As one who has known deep sleep, I can tell you dreams are neither wrong nor right.

Whatever will be has already happened. Look for ripples from the so-called future and call them signs.

Thus the last world war was virtual. Spontaneity may be timeless but its manifestation makes a sound.

Memory is notoriously unreliable. Prophecy is as trustworthy as the trust I have for my heart.

June 6th is the first day of summer by my calculations. Dogwoods begin to flower. Look for Ursa Minor.

Night of Trinity

Begin at the beginning is just another way of saying consciousness is monarch. Am I awareness, being, and intent, butterfly?

If unity is necessarily fascist and duality is inherently violent, then any holy trinity is obviously magical.

This is why the best of empires are political. One who's busy taking sides is never three.

Three is parent, child, and evolution. Three is wisdom, love, and tantric in-between. Three is word, sentence, paraverse.

This is when a natural metaphor appears. I hear the motorboats along the tongue of river sandbar beneath the half moon turning full.

wearing a mask in a pandemic is like wearing clothes in society. believe me, you want me to.

any decent trinity is first sign of nonduality

no sides but sideways

666 is a manufactured trinity of mere belief. being is 333...

dreaming 101. to know a trope when you are one, know first what a damned trope is.

in other words, a figure of speech

self-awareness is my job. suffering is leisure time.

conditioned consciousness believes one is separate from the universal. first there's pain and this is why there's pain. basically, it's the second noble truth.

idleness, idleness, idleness

maintain body. entertain mind.

being be

suffering, separation, being, idleness

Grand Junction

All-day the flowery filaments of black walnut trees go streaming through the almost-summer air. Birds are disappearing into newfound leaves of trees to birth new birds in secret.

Now is the spring of penultimate formation before the summer solstice empties out the sun. Transformation is the play of consciousness; discontent is in believing there's a finished work.

Emptiness is full of transformation. Form is empty but electrons streaming through deep space. There's nothing one can grab a hold to but this dream which grabbed its hold on me midstream.

Another crescent moon is setting in the northwest sky tonight as Venus sets to vanish in her last dance of the season. This summer is the summer of the morning star, my love. Let us go.

"Venus will continue to reign in the evening sky until June 3, when the planet reaches inferior solar conjunction, or the point in its orbit where it is almost directly between Earth and the sun.

At this time, Venus will be difficult to see, because it rises and sets at the same time as the sun and will be overpowered by the sun's powerful glare.

In the days following inferior conjunction, Venus will reappear in the dawn sky as a "morning star." The planet will reach the greatest brightness of its morning apparition on July 10..."

~spacedotcom


1a. no sooner did i see them, they were falling.
1b. first it took the grackles. then it took the goldfinch.
2a. if late may is like a runaway train, late june is like a bridge to nowhere.
2b. there’s no end to consciousness; there’s just effacing memory.
3a.  no damn cat, no damn emptiness.
3b. dreams are neither real nor unreal, yet dreams are happening, baby.
4a. as venus is the light of love, all emotion is being filtered by belief.
4b. never underestimate fate. it’s just another name for evolutionary self-awareness or enlightening intent. aka nondoing.

scientific method is like setting the odds. but don't mistake it for a sure thing.

scientific theory is like long odds. don't bet on it.

replacing gods with scientific theory only gets you though the day

the dark night of the soul can't be entertained

I Usurp

The defining quality of the personal is believing in a self separate from the universal.

Within the evolutionary process of absolute self-awareness, this is not a bug as much as it's a feature.

Absolute self-awareness, at last, is conceptual, and there is no usurpation of the absolute which is not conceptual.

Enlightenment isn't personal but it's certainly individual as self-awareness presupposes self.

This is not the way of love although such love is generated in its wake. I am the universe and all is my projection.

1. pain is the universal reminding the mind that it’s not personal. suffering is the mind ignoring the obvious.

2. so the mind gets lost in itself. whirlpool meet river.

3. social conditioning may be viral but being is immaculate. scientific materialist, heal thyself.

fear of transformation is the human condition. 
deriding silence is a mind trip.

to pure being, belief is disease, of course.
to an uneasy mind, simple disbelief is supernatural healing.

self-awareness is not a destination. it’s my way.
there are as many features as there are buddhas. self-awareness is one of ten-thousand. like jesus is just one of three.

render unto caesar face masks, but render unto god original face.
did donald trump save seven billion people? one shall never know.

don’t bet your birthright on anything but a sure thing.
only consciousness is sure. all things only appear in it.

honor the blessed sacrifice of empire and wake up
appreciate the indoor plumbing and wake up
annoint the body of the sacred deer and wake up

4. enlightenment. some folks hate that word. meet my myth.

5.
love is like an ouroboros.
a tail emerges from the yawp.
self-awareness is an ouroboros
swallowing the story seeing through it.

Moonflower Moonflower

Without the mind, there is no self-awareness. To the mind, self-awareness is crown jewel of evolutionary theory.

If self-awareness isn't, nothing is. Nameless awareness being self-aware isn't myth as much as primal mind.

If all is well, then mind is too. Face it, all ways lead to self-awareness. If the ground is earth, self-awareness is the flower;

if the ground is sky, self-awareness is a super moon. And as there is no place for love like earth, there is no place for wisdom like the sky.

Consider the night-blooming moonflower. Empire calls it ipomoea. Call it both ways now.

There's no need to polish a flower. There’s not a memory of last night’s new moon.

The Art of Way and Aviary Metaphor

Memory is a rabbit hole. Being is the way. Belief is like the manufacture of a way made out of memory.

Way isn't made of memory. Way is not a form. The way is natural, transformative, intentional, spontaneous, and self-aware.

The way is not a thought of some design. You cannot memorize the way but love it. You cannot objectify the way but be it.

You can’t even name the way without dividing way and the way is not divisible. Call this the first paradox.

The way is like the spring. First there is a flower. Then there is a metaphor. Last there is a name. Experience, art, and empire.

There's a bird of black and white at rest but orange flame in flight. Call it the valley spirit.

one who lives by memory dies by memory.

memory is the stuff of form. transformation is the stuff of emptiness.

instructors teach. knowing loves.

the name of original sin is any name.

art remembers experience. names forget.

empires only rise and fall. spirit is and isn’t.

Three May Way

Spring is nothing but emptiness tuning fiddleheads turning polypodiopsida polypodiopsida.

Birdsong, the universal consciousness of tree frogs, and Po Chu-i supply the harmonies tonight.

Nature knows no division. That's why we go to the woods. Escaping the politics of business becomes our only business.

I could have been somebody but nowhere man and my holy fear of some success is sucessfully stopping me.

The glass is full and empty. I can see the glass itself is a concept too. Listen, there's a boy who is crying wolf

as if there's a dream that wants to cry. In other words, nothing is known but the knowledge of being.

That which is unknown is conceptually unknown, a mythic concept, or this is tantric that. Know oneself as if there's no one else to know.

This Consciousness Song

If consciousness is the secret, thought is the box. Ipso facto, there's no thinking outside the box. The box is just a day of rain.

In a desert flower garden, there's a gateless fence and the memory of smell. For consciousness is what remains after all thought dries.

There's no describing consciousness. This is why there's song. And dance. Haiku business or Gregorian chant.

There's nothing but consciousness. Everything appears in consciousness. There's no such thing as unconsciousness.

And all that is not consciousness is the unknown godhead and unmanifest love supreme.

1. thinking outside the box is doublespeak for rethinking things.

2. in a desert flower would be more imagistic but in a garden would be more mythic—but the tropes of gate and smell require both. so desert flower garden is the great compromise of this particular paraverse.

one of the genius things about ryokan is his lovely commentary on living understanding being. he'd be great on twitter.

3. binary code behind this particular revelation: memory describes / being sings

4. an homage to the belfast cowboy.

5. maharaj and trane.

pervading oligarchy and democracy is emptiness no matter what you believe

there's an argument for either one to cut the losses

that's the hard thing about a zero sum game

love dances to a different drummer every day. because deep sleep.

coyote knows what you want but the guru knows what you need. so what's the difference?

believe it or not, as bhoga is to bhakta, scientific materialism is to yogacara

there is more than one way of looking at a blackbird, wallace stevens

time is always interesting somewhere

"it's my party and i'll cry if i want to"

projection is love

denial isn't

repeat after me

i am the antibody

First Love, First Word

Consciousness is cause and consciousness is the result. The rest is causelessness. Sun flurry May Ninth Symphony New England butternut translucent green leaf folk song.

Nothing is just another name for the nameless. Being is the only knowledge and that knowledge is nameless. Names are made to classify universal consciousness.

No classification is universal. Every classification is a language unto itself. For social conditioning is a matter of time, classification, and survival of the fittest memory.

The fittest memory is the one intending love. Those that don't are soon forgotten or repressed if necessary. God bless the child who never knew. And forgive them.


True poetry declassifies. There's a reason why taxonomy is in the language of the empire. And not indigenous to place. The indigenous names for nature are yet classifying love.

The classification of species is all about the classes. Plantae tracheophytes angiosperms eudicots rosids rosaceae rosoideae roseae rosa is a rose. What is the Algonquin name for fiddlehead, Dorothy Parker?

Love is the union of love with love. This is the greatest paradox ever told. Being is only consciousness. Love is the only knowledge. Child consciousness is the teacher.

As pure consciousness is the immaculate conception and awareness is no mind, unconditional love is now without a thought. Venus is further northwest tonight.

without consciousness, where am I?

only consciousness is the name of the nameless

the memory of love is not a memory.

when the going gets shaman, the guru gets reaL

geronimo is geronimo. jesus is jesus.

no guru, no scientist, no shaman.

Project Wave

Being is not a thought but it's the breath of thought. Seeing through thought and focusing

on breathing are the yin and yang of this fact. And the electromagnetic property of light.

Love or deconstruction—the road not taken makes all the difference. Listen, this is my secret.

Manifestation happens after the fabric of space-time has been ripped apart. Don't fight the fruit of its quicksand.

Understand this. Surfing on the waves of love and wisdom is a third way. Make the next wave.

manifesting is a misnomer.

it’s more like recognizing new waves quicker and riding them more creatively. with love and wisdom.

and there’s always a new wave unless one’s dead or in the samadhi mystic.


learning to multi-task is all about evolving toward third way.

it’s why windows made bill gates a billionaire. that's my myth and why i'm standing by it.

karma is nothing but the mechanics of waves. surfing karma is the breeze.


better to be a nonconformist than conform. best is emptiness and form.

politics is the art of seeing through others. deconstruction is the art of seeing through oneself.

deconstruction without being is comedy. being without deconstruction is drama. history is the refrain.


feel the next wave. emotion and intuition are the guides.

drop conditioning says dogen.

love wine sings hafiz.

Cherry!

O Hafiz, a cherry tree is not the bark of memory nor leaves of future virtue but blossoming being. Correspondingly, I am not the ash of body nor the mind of materialistic brain but I am.

That I am is the only currency of knowledge. All others pay with memory. Tonight there is this memory of a cherry tree, essential being, and that great unknown I am—the wholly trinity.

This morning there was anger at the world so words were said and all is now forgiven. That's the way it is with conditioned thought. It rises out of primordial memory and messes with unconditional love.

Emotion happens. Something there isn't tries to hold emotion in. Sadness is its birth. Anger is its death. On the verge of another mistake, I let my words out. My brother used to tell me to go play in traffic.

Like the morning after Ogunquit Beach 1976, Christine, when I drunkenly fell through a sliding screen door and turned to love within your secret mesh, an august sun is burning through the fog.