that which is aware of consciousness is awareness.
awareness is the primary witness of consciousness only.
consciousness is a secondary witness, as that awareness is reflecting in consciousness.
let's call this secondary witness, attention, attending to appearances of mind.
one can say there's a tertiary witness called dreaming but it's practically asleep.
All things must pass and all disappearances appear. Consciousness is witness as awareness is reflecting in consciousness.
One dreams so as to deconstruct the daydream. Dreaming disappears as if by magic.
There’s nothing the dreamer can do to stop the dream. Being burns it off like the morning sun.
My week is now three days. My moons just last a week.
footnotes
1. what falls down goes up again
2. love will not fade away
3. as the world reflexively turns
4. will my words outlive me? am i my words?
Lately it's been feeling like September in November. This isn't climate change. It's climate revolution.
As for presidential politics, just give it some time. Bureaucratic evidence isn't burnt in a day.
Hide Caesar inside Caesar. It's just appearances in consciousness anyways
You can only find yourself in consciousness, your subconscious is constantly saying.
As consciousness is, I am. And as to knowing what I am? That is no object.
But nihilism is to postmodern deconstruction as conspiracy theories are to nihilistic deconstruction.
Throw away the deconstruction with the deconstruction, is the only law of neti neti.
This is why we teach compassion first. Only love knows how to jump.
footnotes:
actually the virus is the spawn of climate change.
cool it, it's not a coup. he's just burying the bodies while they're still the law.
sometimes you bury politics in politics. sometimes the bear buries you.
the subconscious is the voice of consciousness talking to sleeping consciousness like it's a dream.
have faith. for every verb, there is a noumenon.
if 90% is non-deconstructed and 9% is over-deconstructed, 1% is love. and so on.
postmodern theory. nihilist conspiracy. perennial wisdom.
compassion is gradual samsara. love is sudden nirvana.
end notes:
listen, i heard there is no difference between scientific theory and conspiracy theory.
mistaking theory for fact is like mistaking map for terrain is like mistaking myth for truth.
Consciousness is both beginning and end simultaneously.
Space-time appears in consciousness. Believing otherwise is the primal error of all scientific religions.
Mind is the lens like a mirror. Consciousness is manifest glass like a crystal universe. I am the eye of absolute awareness like evolutionary self-awareness.
Stop! This experiential awareness is what I’m pointing at.
It has no name but being is its image.
It has no form but crystalline is its reflection.
It has no substance but unfathomable is its heart.
By the way, I saw two infinite swans on the river today slowly floating upstream as the tide was coming in.
footnotes
1. whereby consciousness is manifest potentiality
2. as one’s body appears in consciousness, one can’t be the body, obviously.
3. the seer seeing the seer is the seeing
4. ZEN SLAP!
5. consciousness is talking to consciousness re-identifying with consciousness
6. and the sun is nothing but a crystalline black hole
7. universal consciousness tastes like unconditional love
8.
"Moon river, wider than a mile
I’m crossing you in style some day
Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker
Wherever you’re goin’, I’m goin’ your way"
~Mancini & Mercer
endnotes
using the mind one-pointedly in some creative action, the body disappears. this is called instant karma. it's the healing principle behind true christian science.
i was in hopi pueblo at tsakurshovi where they sell the don't worry be hopi t-shirts and joe day asks me where i come from and the mary baker eddy house is our common language. back home, it wouldn't let me take a picture for him saying don't worry he understands.
if the body is like a lens made out of glass, be the glass. if the glass is like the eye of parabrahman, be that.
experiential awareness is absolute awareness reflecting in consciousness. zen exclamation point. beyond is nirvikalpa samadhi. but don't you worry about that.
now is no thought. here is no dis-ease.
if identification with the body is the root of pain, take the tantric pill. if identification with the mind is the root of suffering, take the deconstruction one. this is the buddha encapsulated.
Poetry is consciousness talking to consciousness. I said that.
I live on a tidal river. I love that crazy Merrimack. And I can’t even see the sea.
This afternoon, the river grass is full November silver feathers in the sun and I suddenly remember why I live here.
The boats are almost put away.
The wilderness returns to say
I had never gone away.
That’s when we saw the harrier hawk on a newly-turned bare branch laying claim to this section of the river.
Harrier hawks are strictly territorial. They love their walls. But who doesn’t love a wall? Something there is.
I live in a brick hut surrounded by million dollar homes. But just upriver is Indian Creek—
where once I witnessed an aerial dogfight between an old bald eagle and an osprey no more than thirty feet above my head.
The osprey expertly outmaneuvered the eagle and flew away with the fish.
But I was just about to say when Truth broke in—
projection is the name of the dream; don’t wear it out.
A sonnet is like an epic koan.
A tool is never a problem. Misusing a tool may be an issue. And identifying with a tool will lead to a world of hurt. So get a grip on yourself.
Without the mind, there is no realization, self-awareness, or reflexive universe. Give it some love.
The mind is just the mirror. It’s the steam of consciousness mistaking ones identity obscuring things.
The last refuge of that misidentity called ego is in minimizing mind and thereby halting neti-neti deconstruction.
Consciousness is talking to consciousness. This is why there’s something called mind training and the proper use of hand tools.
As consciousness is the expression of the absolute noumenon, and divine imagination is the expression of consciousness, evolutionary sudden self-awareness is the expression of divine imagination.
Footnotes:
The mind is a tool to be used with love. Love is the hand of being. Being is the heart of self-awareness. Self-awareness is a feature of absolute awareness.
The mind is like a shiny car.
Consciousness identifying with the mirror. Been there.
Sleep blames the dream.
Like Zen and the art of looking in a mirror.
The self of awareness + the mirror of divine imagination = self-awareness.
Absolute awareness is mirroring in universal consciousness. Because consciousness is universal, even rocks are consciousness. Another name for this mirroring is evolutionary self-awareness.
This universe is the Buddha of Self-awareness. There are ten thousand buddhas. Another name for self-awareness is unconditional love.
Another name for love is found in Sufi poetry, Christian neoplatonism, Kabbalistic prophecy, and the Tao of Zhuangzi.
The mind is all about amplifying this phenomena of consciousness into self-awareness. Do not forget this process of self-awareness is actually spontaneous in nature.
Consciousness appears in the absolute noumenon like a great phenomenon. Thus, as all phenomena appears in consciousness, the mind focuses the universe.
It snowed today. On the leftover leaves of late autumn. For some, it was the final straw. Like falling stars in a tangerine collapsing universe.
These interesting times have lost all interest for me. Never underestimate the lowest common denominator.
Technology is just a power booster for the mind. High tech shall heighten the depths of division and let loose the velocities of violence!
Looking either to the past or future for deliverance from the present is not wise. All politics is loco.
Open the present and look inside; even two-year-olds know this to be true. Love is in our blood before belief freezes it.
Look, nothing is outside. All appears within the expression of the absolute noumenal self.
These interesting times have lost all interest for me. Never underestimate the lowest common denominator.
Technology is just a power booster for the mind. High tech shall heighten the depths of division and let loose the velocities of violence.
Looking either to the past or future for deliverance from the present is not wise. It’s politics.
Open the present and look inside. Even two-year-olds know this to be true; love is in our blood before belief freezes it.
Look, nothing is outside. All appears within the expression of the noumenal self.
footnotes
1. an old chinese proverb says there's an illusion born every zeptosecond.
2. all new technology begins in paradise and learns to live in the world.
after all, ai is the mind
robot vs werewolf. who wins?
3. the past is fiction. the future is science fiction. there are always only two religions.
this is called a zepposecond in the marxist world 😱
4. the unborn is born and that's my bad. who would blame a newborn?
5. the big bang is xtreme. self-awareness is easy.
sometimes a hot ember
live on the grid, not in the grid
pay your taxes
mind your own mind
you are in our witness protection program. any questions?
schrodingers cat is pandoras box
attention. playing with cause and effect will blow the mind.
wonder at ease
the present disappears into the present
central park on apple tv is so weird
all politics is loco
Cause and effect is the dreamstuff of the dream state. And manipulating dreamstuff is the art of lucid manifestation. Empires and other cults of personality are formed around such shamans of dreaming. Politics is all about the kind of Kool-Aid one prefers.
Lucid dreaming without love is not lucid dreaming. Lucid dreaming without love is just expert dreaming. True love is the only fact in any universe. Anything but love is the dreamstuff of duality, romantic but only truth is beauty.
The dream is not real but dual. Being is real—that is the point of nonduality. Do not mistake one's being for experience. Let's say being is the music, experience records the music, and memory plays the recording like a dream. The recording stops and not the music.
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.
