Consciousness is like the trees are my toes, man. Look, they wiggle in the wind. And awareness is like the sky. Dig?
The material world is just a bubble floating through. Awareness be self-aware, sister!
Like a fountain where the sea is this great pool of being and rain is splash—hydrological self-awareness! They call me Ouroboros in your watery world.
Or consciousness is the glass, the mind is the lens, and self-awareness is this focusing on that informing the glass, amen.
dropping body-mind is not politics as usual.
on the kali-krishna scale of civics, where kali wants to personally finish the mad violence of the world as soon as possible and krishna feels that love is doing exactly that, i'm stuck in the middle with shiva only.
if that called absolute awareness is naturally omniscient, then the absolute noumenon is self-aware, naturally,
where is is being, and belief is being materially unaware for the purposes of doing things naturally in that reflexive yin yang kind of three way.
indigenous footnotes
there is no separation between the land and sea or sky according to my indigenous knowledge
i've heard that to the hopi, the navajo are cowboys
i've read that to the navajo, cowboys represent the canyon of death
it's not about how long you've lived upon the land. it's that the land is living in you
all appears in consciousness
Separation was the first noun of our conditioning. The universe is verbal.
Om, if consciousness is the expression of the absolute, onomatopoeia!
Division is the first and only mathematical function. There is no going forth and multiply without it.
And addition and subtraction are mere afterthoughts.
Consciousness is the water, this psychosomatic apparatus is the pump, self-awareness is the fountain.
Experiential nonduality is actually a closed system. There is no other.
Experiential nonduality is bound to be the very next phase.
Seeing through the dream is the astronomical dawn of awakening.
If nirvikalpa samadhi is the sunrise, I’m like civil twilight.
Only consciousness is knowledge. Knowledge in the dream isn’t knowledge. It’s just more dream.
But all is not a dream. This is the common error of personal deconstruction without being, love.
So deep within its mental deconditioning, the so-called nihilist cannot feel it anymore.
Do you like good music? That sweet soul music. I am, I am, I am.
What’s all Greek to me is Chinese to the Greeks. Consciousness only is the revolution! Words belong to the empire.
There are no new ideas. There are only old ideas dressed in new languages. This is why no one speaks Old English anymore.
Even Einstein couldn’t think his way to a new paradigm. Enlightenment is sudden. Of course one can’t step in the same river twice. I am the river!
Zeno’s paradox is not a riddle. Love is the answer and I am unquestionable! Which came first? Absolute awareness or self-awareness.
Space-time is another name for body-mind. Literally. As to this day, separation has yet to be proved. Do not hold your breath.
Leaves fall in golden autumn, trees go down in microbursts, earth erodes in ashes, the sun fades suddenly to black. Now breathe out.
1. beginning with book of odes (shih ching) in 6th-c bc (to 10th-c bc) as 4 character lines (although use of interjection and nonsense characters could mean 2 or 3)
2. at this time, characters were one syllable but later sometimes 2
3. characters:
a. noun characters do not indicate number (thus no singular or plural)
b. verb characters do not indicate tense.
c. characters were not used in context of a picture poem.
4. shih form kind of fades away until it reemerges in later or eastern han dynasty (2nd c) as 5 or 7 character (each with full weight)
5. each line is a sentence. couplets are connected via parallelism and end rhyme between couplets, but no connecting words
6. caesura at 2 in 5 and 4 in 7, creates 2,3 or 4,3 units
7. anon Nineteen Old Poems is earliest most influential 5 shih
8. ts'ao chih (192-232) 1st major poet of chien-an period and 1 of top 3 poets in pre-tang era according to burton watson (see tao chien and hsieh ling-yun)
9. in tang time, shih undergoes a formal development. divided into 2 groups.
a. old style (ku-shih) with no fixed rules of number of lines or rhyme scheme
b. new style (chin-t'i-shih) in 2 types limited in rhymes scheme and number of lines
1) regulated verse (lu-shih) with 8 lines, parallelism in most lines, and elaborate tonal patterns
2) broken-off lines (chueh-chu) like regular verse but a single quatrain
10. in sung times begins the practice of 'rhyme following' (tz'u-yun or ho-yun) in which one composes a new poem utilizing the same rhyme or rhyme words as a previous one, usually responding to a poem of a friend or visitor. when copying one's own poems, it's called tieh-yun.
As being is in the blood, self-awareness is its fountain spurting from the mind.
My insides are turning inside-out as the sea engulfs the universe in the curl of its crashing electromagnetic waves.
Every object is in the mind and the mind is in my being reflecting this non-objective omnipresence.
From black hole to self-awareness is just a big bang away; suns are falling back to black like saturn rockets
falling back to earth as this Apollo is forever pointing and always moving towards that moon in which I drown.
1. consciousness is glass. mind is lens and mirror.
2. the gospel according to the ouroboric universe.
3. in the name of the dreamstate, universal being, and that absolute self-awareness (by knowing i am the unknown, the unknown is fully known).
4. gimme shelter in the storm.
5. Li Bai drinking alone (with the moon, his shadow, & 43 translators)
Lightning
Just because you may believe it doesn’t make it so even if it is. Are we on the road to Damascus or just slouching more towards Bethlehem?
These days of viruses both biological and psychological, it’s no longer one day at a time; it’s stopping everything—to be timeless.
As one attains nirvana through samsara, one arrives at self-awareness via dream.
Revelation is the lightning of the absolute striking consciousness. Thunder is the inspiration of consciousness talking to consciousness. Call it self-awareness.
Sometimes I live in quiet desolation, sometimes I have a great notion. I forgot what I was going to say. Wait for it.
Myth is where attention is placed. Dream is where attention is misplaced. I’m giving it fifty-fifty he’s faking it or fifty-fifty he dies.
Thunder
Although it’s source is known, no one knows the cause of thunder.
One is to consciousness as zero is to personal deconstruction.
Everything appears in consciousness and that which doesn’t is its source.
All one really knows is consciousness and the rest that’s not unknown is belief.
And consciousness is god from the point of view of the mind for it’s the only unborn concept.
If belief is disease, consciousness is the cure. As belief is viral, consciousness is the cure. If consciousness is the cure, consciousness is the cure.
You know the universe is one but still pretend there’s multiplicity because we are addicted to the other. Knowing there is only one is not a thought to be believed in some philosophy or god forbid religion but experiential only. For the self so loved this self-awareness that it sent its being into matter to be resurrected.
Although legitimate experience records the happening into memory, the happening does not originate in memory. The happening in memory turns into thought. The happening is not a thought. There are no words for Tao. Being was happening before memory built its empire and being is still happening now.
In this feature, self-awareness is happening. What’s happening in the Buddha over there? I remember when Monument Valley was the playground of the gods. Turning attention from memory for a moment and resting it on the infinite eternity of being is like self-awareness. I am sitting in Death Valley. I am standing in the Garden of the Gods.
Consciousness is the big bang. Consciousness is the immaculate conception beyond the yin and yang of wave and particle or sex.
Consciousness is the only knowledge and what the world calls knowledge is like dividing the indivisible and ciphering the value of exactly two.
Everything appears in consciousness even all the vain absurd attempts to prove appearances create the consciousness in which they are appearing.
My projection is my mirror. The sixth matriarch calls it Chinatown. Attention paradise the fall arrives in just three days.
It's not the goldenrod sitting in the sun but the ragweed in the shadows making tears. It's not the transformation that hurts but believing in the form.
Last year on this date I was in Avon on the Outer Banks watching the silvery walls of a hurricane above the tumbling surf.
Deconstruction is the negative. Love is the positive. The absolute is neutral. Don’t fall in love with the negative. Don’t disintegrate the positive. Look, this never happened.
Cherry blossoms fall. Get over it. An emerald hummingbird! Don’t overthink it. Space-time is the stuff of dreams and self-awareness is the greatest show on earth.
The narcissistic nihilist with a knife in the dining room is your clue. Surrealistic pillow is the soundtrack. Absolute-awareness being self-aware.
Whether one calls this the holy trinity, trimurti, or some other power of three doesn’t matter. It’s spontaneous.
Psychological deconstruction is like lighting a fuse. Get it started. Then step away as soon as possible.
Myth or any other guided meditation is there to be your runway only to consciousness only.
Believing consciousness is a product of the brain is the greatest virus ever told.
64 hexagrams of the I-Ching. 64 codons of DNA. Zero gravity.
If you believe in materialism, you’ll believe in anything. If you believe in a personal god, you believe in materialism.
Whether it’s religious materialism or scientific materialism or esoteric materialism, it’s all materialism.
Thought is utilitarian. But belief itself is materialistic. Thought deals in transformation. Belief deals in form.
The more belief one is entertaining, the less wisdom one is contemplating. I used to believe but I’m younger than that now.
One deconstructs belief with wise thought. Throw away that thorn of belief. But you can share this thorn of thought.
Consciousness before sensation, before imagination, before identification. Being before before and after.
Like a lens is glass ground from glass, the mind is consciousness ground from consciousness.
Absolute awareness is reflecting in consciousness. The mind is focusing awareness into self-awareness.
There are seven evolutionary stages. The first is light. Two, nuclear probability of particle and wave. Atomic identity is three.
The great turn is in the fourth sub-stage of the fourth molecular stage as organic chemicals and sex hormones come into separate being.
Vegetable, animal, human: in the big picture, consciousness is focusing consciousness.
Not exactly like the summer of love, the summer of 2020 is more the summer of compassion.
After deconstructing a continent of the personal, one comes to the sea of compassion.
Appointment at Long Sands: either sail into the unknown or return to disappointment.
Note one sails into the unknown on the sea of compassion. Nihilism is materialism in more ways than none.
Without compassion, one is nothing. Compassion is the eye of the needle. Compassion takes a lifetime; money can't buy you love.
Compassion processes emotion seeing through the clouds of belief occluding self-awareness. Note emotions come in waves.
Pure awareness may be unspeakable, but I can't say enough about compassion.
Fighting thinking is playing whack-a-mole. Seeing through thinking is consciousness dancing. You are not the mind but the mind is yours.
Thinking is not actually perpetual motion. Fighting thinking only makes it look this way.
You can't fight city hall but you can see through we the personality. As everything appears in consciousness,
and consciousness appears in the absolute, self-awareness is now appearing.
Consciousness emerges from the mouth of the ouroboros, learns to focus in the body of a snake,
and in sudden self-awareness swallows body, mind, and being. “I’d like to go by climbing a birch tree.”
For there are seven Labor Days in Labor Day Week and this is the second one. I still feel association with each one,
as the music of ten thousand summers dies, and the conditioning of the fall beckons again, as if I'm not perennially unborn.
This is just to say that thoughts are secretly appearing in emotions. Each one is universal being filtered by belief.
And seeing through emotion is like the black belt of personal deconstruction.
Don't get me wrong. I love the autumn. As the poet says, earth is the right place for love.
Sexual energy isn’t bad. Thinking it’s bad is unnatural. After all, the first sign of duality is one identifying with a gender.
After the root has taken hold, the priesthood of conditioning grabs you by the sacral chakra and so the heart becomes deformed.
Fighting one's conditioning is still conditioning. This is the dirty little secret of the empire’s priesthood.
Seeing through conditioning is the only revolution. This is ultimately called turn, turn, turn. Or awakening.
Whether it's fundamental religion, scientific materialism, or new age magic, stop believing in your latest meta-paradigm.
And follow the bliss of this intentional kundalini to that enlightenment of self-awareness!
They say it's the end of August and time to put away all childish things. But Lord, I was never born.
The leaves will drop but trees remain. An oak will fall in the forest but the planet abides.
The earth is ground away but the sun still shines. A star collapses in an absolute black hole and I am that.
Division can't be solved with more division. Any number divided by itself is one; any number divided by one is itself. Any number divided by zero is undefined. Any number divided by any other number is another number.
This is not new math. This is original math. Disidentifying with universal consciousness, and identifying with a separate thought or set of thoughts or meta-paradigm of belief, is the original glitch.
There is no fundamental sin; there is no error—self-awareness requires an appearance in the mirror. The definition of religion is a point of view no longer seeing through itself.
This explains why scientific materialism is the empire's new religion. My projection takes all seven billion paroxysms. Every paradox involves a god and goddess. If loving two is wrong, I don't want to be one.
Conditioning is like pinball. This the pinball wizard knows. Projection is the pinball wizard's game. By calling out the next move, you're blinded when it happens.
Listen closely, algorithms are a thing of the past. Projection is the future. The only limitation is the cloud cover.
As consciousness is the expression of pure awareness, imagination is the expression of pure consciousness. Conditioned consciousness is conditioned imagination. Imagination is its own frontier.
Personal deconstruction frees imagination. Imagination is naturally compassionate, despite what priests of conditioned imagination are saying.
One is imagining the world already in a lazy kind of way while depending on one’s conditioning to do the work. Between conditioned dreaming and lucid dreaming is the entropy of dreaming. Call this dreaming dreaming, like 2020 dreaming.
Lie and conquer is like divide and conquer in the virtual world. Warning Will Rogers! Compassion doesn't take a side. Compassion is like evolution; it naturally intends. Call this unconditional love.
Christian science is a primitive form of true deconstruction as post-modernism is a late form of science. This will be on the test. The postmodern science of deconstructing science is better than nothing.
Let's speak about the unspeakable. Call this self-inquiry. Without it, poetry is just another business. What begins in Samsara and ends in Nirvana stays in Nirvana. I'm Nirvana, who are you?
Belief makes the person. In the world of unnatural separation, belief is like security. You can never have too much.
When belief is threatened, a stronger belief is required. Belief is like gambling on the unknown. When your horse loses, you double down.
If one’s not willing to die for belief, it’s not belief. It’s a whimsy. Believe me, it’s a whimsy. Separation is original imagination.
Consciousness is like the force. The mind is like a resistor. Self-awareness is the amplification of awareness reflected in consciousness.
Focusing the force is called samsara. Compassion is the practice. Meditation or contemplation is the living.
footnotes:
1. money can’t buy me love. money buys unconditional belief.
2. gambling is an addiction to belief. war is its symptom.
3. paradise is universal consciousness; call this love. hell is identifying with the mind; call this belief.
4. universal force. the personal transistor. song of self-awareness.
5. if the product of deconstruction is not compassion, it’s not deconstruction. it’s just more mind games.
afterword:
Without compassion, meditation is still personal. Only bodhicitta is enlightened. One not crying is either the one in samadhi or the one in politics. Enlightenment is sudden. Compassion takes a lifetime. Bodhicitta is enlightened mind. Teaching your children compassion is teaching your children well. The rest is the latest math.
This week’s sermon is compassion. Last week’s sermon was taking sides. Postmodern deconstruction equals primordial compassion. Compassion can’t be taught; it’s lived. An old dog knows all the tricks. You haven’t lived until compassion. Without compassion, one is born. With compassion, one is unborn. Compassify, compassify.
