Almost Saint Brigid's Day

Act One

Thoughts will run away if love is not the hand that holds the tool.

Hermits know that love is the hand of being before being hermits.

On the other hand, forced solitude drives most people crazy, as is being witnessed these days.

Look, I know what forced solitude feels like. More than one girl has broken up with me.

Healing takes time though. Think back on times of love and know that love is you. Simply being.

Let me try another translation. When someone falls in love, the love they fall in– is oneself.

Love does not take two.

Act Two

Long ago I did not love myself. Materialism calls this narcissism. I call it materialism.

There is a turning in this dreaming as being suddenly is seeing through the fog of dreaming.

For being is the heart of self-awareness. And self-awareness is the heart of evolution.

And I am not my thoughts as I am not this pen writing love loves love.

That is the essence of sufi, bhakti, and the desert fathers. And mothers.

In the meantime, try reading some Hafiz, Mirabai, or Anthony and Amma.

Friends, get out of your head and let your thoughts rest in peace within you.

Electric Nonduality

Feeling my potentiality tonight. True knowledge is energetic. Intuition is a feeling. That I am is at first a thought but then it catches being.

For being is the manifestation of potentiality like Electric Ladyland by The Experience. Like the lightning of love in the middle of a dark belief.

Big science has it all wrong. A black hole is light. Self-awareness is a feature of absolute awareness and not some great duality.

Notes on Sanai, Attar, and Rumi

looked for a translation of manṭiq-uṭ-tayr (conference of birds) by attar of nishapur. dick davis has a rhymed version. sholeh wolpe has the newest contemporary version. but then i discovered c.s. nott, gurdjieffian who did one in the 50s. had to go with that one obvs.

rumi is said to have said that "attar has roamed through the seven cities of love while we have barely turned down the first street"

rumi also said "attar is the soul and sanai its two eyes, i came after sanai and attar." as to sanai, his hadiqat al haqiqa forms a triumverate of masnavi/mathnawa (spiritual couplets) with attar and rumi

basically there's one english translation of hadiqat al haqiqa done by stephenson long ago but recently modernized by kieron moore which looks promising.

as to rumi's masnavi, there's the old prose version of stephenson and the newer rhymed version by jawid mojaddedi. will probably get both, but that's a six volume project (each) for some other day.

this has been a presentation of talking translations. had to work that out in tweets for myself. i've been researching various sufi works and their translations and needed to clarify some things about sanai, attar and rumi. and that's that.

note Mathnawi (Arabic) or masnavi (Persian) is a kind of poem written in rhyming couplets, or more specifically "a poem based on independent, internally rhyming lines". Most mathnawī poems follow a meter of eleven, or occasionally ten, syllables, but had no limit in their length.

note from this quick research, i consider these masnavis to be the sufi equivalent of sutra or tantra, and sanai, attar, and rumi to be their highest practioners.

divine imagination naturally

Mind is the mirror of self-awareness. Love is the hand that holds the mirror. Being is the hand of love and the heart of self-awareness.

If it doesn’t sound like a paradox in process, it’s probably the empire speaking.

Sometimes I write. Sometimes I’m written.

Either way, it’s all writing.

Self-awareness is nothing if not divine imagination.

Awareness is divine imagination naturally.

It’s said that writing is a state of divine imagination.

Coincidence is where two paradoxes cross in any universe.

The ninth line is often something fearless arising from the great unknown.

In natural perfection, all manner of things shall be well.

Concerto in Being 9

I always come back to Bach. And always the Brandenburg Concertos. Like waves to the sea, like unconscious belief, political or religious, to being. 

The only power is being. The world buys my power and not vice versa. Self-assertion is luminous manifestation. Like father consciousness for me personally.

Being is the default. Self-awareness is the self. Separating self from self-awareness is duality. Neither manifest nor unmanifest. Beyond all thought. Like love.

That beyond thought is not a void as some would have you think. Thought is a wonderful tool but an insufferable identity.

Love is the revelation of the timeless within time. Identify with that instead. Loving the loveless is compassion. Do that. Lover be like god. Enjoy!

Rainbow Dreaming

I am that dark blue space beyond the light of spacetime. Beyond the chill of heat. Beyond beyond.

Self-awareness is the stuff of gods. Divine imagination. Tantric dreams.

Even being a recluse is a kind of tantric play. As lucid dreaming is a type of self-awareness.

Beyond formal and free verse is a powerverse. In this paraverse dreaming is the whole point.

Self-assertion. Luminous manifestation. Virtual awareness.  

footnotes

begin at the beginningless.

dreaming is an art. don't blame the tool.

ride your karma like a goddess.

a good poem writes the poet.

conceptual selection is natural perfection.

i am the ghost of christmas longchenpa.

father consciousness, mother being.

standing on the shoulders of an immaculate concept.

i am beyond god indivisible.

with compassion for every lifetime.

the crown of creation is shining upon her subjects.

people are such socially-conditioned gods.

that's the point of homer.

that's the point of paradise lost.

christ, that's even the point of nietzsche.

and mary baker eddy.

people are socially-conditioned gods.

ride your karma like a goddess.

virtual awareness.

self-awareness is the stuff of gods.

 

On Lucid Dreaming

Dreaming is fractal. One dreams at night, and day is the dreamer. And the dreamer is a dream for another dimensional dreamer and so on.

And as the night never knows the day, the dreamstate never knows its dreamer. Unless the dreamer is the famous lucid dreamer.

Lucid dreaming sees through every fractal dreamer to the immaculate conception of being. The prime dreamer of all this fractal mindfuless is called amfulness.

As amfulness is next to godliness, the gods are the many facets of ten thousand rainbow jewels dancing on my nondual crown of self-awareness.

A state of consciousness is like a state of fractal dreaming.

There are as many states of consciousness in a day as in a night.

Phase of the moon. Season of the sun. Mad planets.

The there’s no end to the train of mindful deconstruction so get off at amfulness directly tantra.

Disease is a psychological state of consciousness.

Consciousness is never not at ease.

My last two tweets are dedicated to Mary Baker Eddy.

Psyops is just good marketing.

Don’t buy the hype. Amfulness 101.

Go take a hike. Amfulness 102.

Make your own myth. Amfulness 201.

Compare one’s myth to one’s experience. Revise accordingly. Amfulness 202.

Experience experience. Amfulness 301.

Advanced I am. Amfulness 302.

Turning absolution. Amfulness 401.

Silence. Amfulness 402.

Act three.

Love is my thesis.

Self-awareness is my dissertation in trochaic number nine.

Belief is the original opioid.

Believe it or not, belief is the only disease.

Comparative Zhuangzi

Therefore, it is said that the ultimate man has no self, the spiritual person has no accomplishment, and the sage has no name.

~Zhuangzi (tr-Mair)

Therefore I say, the Perfect Man has no self; the Holy Man has no merit; the Sage has no fame.

~Zhuangzi (tr-Watson)

As the saying goes,

The utmost man is selfless,

The daemonic man takes no credit for    his deeds,

The sage is nameless.

~Zhuangzi (tr-Graham)

Thus I say, the Consummate Person has no fixed identity, the Spirit Man has no particular merit, the Sage has no one name.

~Zhuangzi (tr-Ziporyn)

The realized remain selfless. The sacred remain meritless. The enlightened remain nameless.

~Zhuangzi (tr-Hinton)

Therefore complete people have no self, spiritual people have no merit, saintly people have no name.

~Zhuangzi (tr-Cleary)"

Among complete Zhuangzi translations into English, the most literal is by A. C. Graham (1981; 2001), while others follow the content orientation, using different Chinese and Western renditions as their backdrop. These include Mair (1994a; 1994b), Palmer (1996), Höchsmann and Yang (2007), and Ziporyn (2009). More theme-based and aimed at modern practitioners are the renditions by Cleary (1999), Mitchell (2009), and Kohn (2011). Illustrated versions, moreover, include Feng and English (1974), Cai and Bruya (1992), and Towler (2011) (see Small 2013). Each translation is different, and each has its own unique take on the text, opening various visions on this powerful, multifaceted work.

~Livia Kohn

45 Prophecies

Dreams are conceived to see through. Seeing through a dream is like looking in a mirror. Self-awareness is reflecting in moon river.

Sometimes I forget I’m acting. Sometimes I forget my lines. So I weave this mantra as I go. Self-awareness is the light of divine imagination after all.

Being cures the cure. Love is like skunk cabbage. Discovering lucid dreaming before developing compassion is what it is. Between the self and self-awareness stays in lost Vegas.

I love disbelief! Absolute potentiality rules. All belief is false. Even mine! Always be being. For one is the heart of the hand that holds the tool, and not the tool.

You do you. I am I. Compassion is the ultimate energy. Frodo lives! Remember, love never dies although the memory may. Love and self-awareness are mirror images.

Love is the language of manifestation. Belief is its shadow. The language of love expresses self-awareness like a poet from the thirteenth century .

“I said, “The scent of your hair has led me astray in the world.” She said, ”If you understand, it can also be your guide.”

Consciousness lingering in the air. Actually the air is appearing in consciousness. This an example of poetic paradox.

When myth becomes belief, print the legend. One second of love is worth ten thousand dynasties. Everyone is conceived in love despite appearances. Low fog. Rising sun. The smell of a nearby mountain.

Again remember, love never dies although the memory may. The lack of love in scientific materialism is equal to the lack of science in religious fundamentalism. Figure it out.

I don’t like to stray too far from love. There’s too many rabbit holes out there. As self-awareness is the eternal light of divine imagination, love is its heat. Neither something nor nothing. Neither absence nor presence.

In the Name of the Undivided Source

Self-awareness is another name for self-arising wisdom.

Self-awareness has no beginning. Self-awareness is beyond the space-time mind of universal consciousness.

Self-awareness is the eternal light of divine imagination!

Absolute awareness and self-awareness are not two but the undivided source.

There is no name for, nor concept of, the undivided source.

This is why I call it self-awareness.

Zhuangzi's Caterpillar

Sometimes you eat the ouroboros and sometimes you’re its vomit. Self-awareness is never pretty.

Self-awareness is self-realization in real language. If I’m not talking paradox, I’m not really talking.

Construction is easy. Deconstruction is hard. Caterpillar, leaf, tree, ground, earth, sun, black hole.

In the Name of Natural Perfection

I come to clean myself of the world tonight in a mythic shower of silence. In this stream of consciousness sometimes we sink sometimes we swim. Tonight we float. Sometimes I dig history. Sometimes I lose track of time.

Keep your eye on self-awareness. Make it your mantra. The living room seems so much smaller when there’s something other in it. It is said natural perfection is absent, open, spontaneous, and unifying. So I’m resting in consciousness to wash out my ears.

Absent like emptiness. Emptiness like transformation. Transformation like impermanence. Return to absence. Open mind, open air, open sky, open space-time. Everything is broken open. Spontaneity is the only constant! Unity is unborn. The end.

As the Divine Turns

Without divine imagination, there is no self-awareness. And with belief there is no self-awareness.

Thought is a tool to be used and not to be one’s identity. Without the concept first, there is no mirror. There is no turning within the mirror when the mirror is believed.

Two iambics followed by one anapest, to indicate the turn, pursued by five iambics to the very end.

Space-time is just a cross-section of self-awareness. Self-awareness is the aura of the unknown.

The unknown is like a black hole. Science theorizes there is a black hole by its interaction with light. I know it because I am it.

After Longchenpa

This is dedicated to the one I love as revealed by Longchenpa Rabjampa seen through the lens of Keith Dowman, in particular his translation of Longchenpa's Treasury of Natural Perfection.

Mixing the relative with the absolute makes the absolute another concept.

Stay with the deitic point

of the concept

until

semantic satiation is occurring

and all that is remaining is

the deity.

One, the concept is I am.

Two, the deitic point is being.

Three, semantic satiation of the concept is

the actual point of mantra—

being.

For non-conceptual being is the absolute 

as I am That.

Look, just between you and me, nothing happened here

2021

If consciousness is the sun and sunlight is the stuff of dreams,

then the furthest experience to be known is that which the high priests of scientific materialism call the black hole of the unknown unknown.

Woe are they who do not know I am that.

Happy new year!

Take one. Consciousness is the aura of the absolute's self-awareness.

Take two. Consciousness is the aura of my impersonal self-awareness.

Bonne année!

And as the absolute, I cannot emphasize enough that all is well.

You be you, my love.

Feliz navidad!

This is the key to western paradox. 

From the outside, it looks like fate. 

From the inside, it feels like free will. 

Felix sit annus novus!

There are no sides. There's just belief.

And as belief is disbelieved, belief becomes one-sided. 

Self-righteousness is the antichrist of self-awareness. 

Akeome! Kotoyoro!

Self-awareness is a pre-existing condition.

Shana tova!

Repeat after me,

I am...

unborn .

Year 2525: Take One Every Day

Consciousness is the bridge between the lyrical and silence. Consciousness is the expression of silence. The lyrical is the expression of consciousness. The mind is fine, the movie is groovy, all manner of things shall be well.

Divine imagination is the lyrical mirror of self-awareness. In fact, consciousness is the bridge to nowhere from nothing. Universal consciousness is like a blast of self-awareness in slow motion.

There’s no disease called separation. That’s why it’s called the universe. It’s also called the cure. Take one every day. Some call this Zen meditation. Some call this Christian science. Some call this as it is.

Mindfulness is to lucid dreaming as amfulness is to self-awareness. This is perennial math. This is my lotus. Take, eat, American beauty. Anne Bradstreet is to Jack Kerouac as

the Merrimack from Andover to Lowell. Like Passaconaway to Agawam is as hogan to kiva. The dreamstate doesn’t serve just somebody. It serves the enlightening intent of absolute self-awareness.

Last Paraverse in 2020

1. last case of 2020

In the end, it’s just a case of great forgetfulness and mistaken identity.

Like trochaic intent falling into dactyls and anapests.

Or an I for an eye.

There’s nothing wrong with dreaming. Everyone does it.

2. speaking suddenly

When the fog of personality disappears

the black hole / blank screen is dispassionately witnessing

the sunlit mirror of universal consciousness and worlds appearing in it

as spontaneous kensho/revelation of sudden self-awareness so to speak. 

3. greetings people of earth

I am writing myself a melody baroque by self-addressing this love note to you. 

As in poetry, all wars are formal. We’re like mythic frogs practicing their haiku in boiling water.

The penultimate is the ultimate paradox. It’s either paraverse or western bartleby by eastern samadhi.

There is no personal choice. Enlightening intent is the strangest of ways. It’s my new year's resolution for you. Enjoy!

Ode to a Dreamcatcher

You too can be a consciousness power user. Awareness is reflected in consciousness like the sun in a river. The deeper the river, the steeper the slope.

On the bottom is rock ego. As in the mercurial mirror of self-awareness, what comes down must go up.

The sea is seeing through these waves of thought. The deeper the sound, the higher the deconstruction. The opposite of a paradox is a paradox.

Dream catchers catch the thought behind emotion so only the love is moving through. There are two sides to every story, mine and yours. R2D2, turn on ocean sounds. 

I think I’ll write an epic poem tonight said Dante to the inferno. Self-awareness is in the sap of DNA. Kesey spelled it furthur.

Every universe is a wave. I’m on the beach Bodhisattva would you take me by the hand. Every wave is perfect duality.

Julian of Norwich is singing into the bonfire all is well. Hearts are beating like my Jesus. Someone plays Picasso guitar. Elvis is pointing at the moon. Li Po is jumping into the water. Basho is talking to the frogs.

The Order of Awareness

Free will is one of the earliest stages of lucid dreaming. Lucid dreaming is an early stage of enlightening intent.

A flower facing the sun is an early stage of instinct and instinct is an early stage of free will and so on.

These are called the seven stages of nondoing. For awareness and self-awareness are one.

Universal consciousness appears in self-awareness. This is the birth of paradox.

If it isn't paradox, it’s myth. The self-reflexive universe is the very model of a modern myth. Let us dream.

Political Garbage

i 

Political extremists, socialist or libertarian, base political theory on people being beautiful.

People are not beautiful. People are garbage, beautiful garbage.

Because people are garbage, governments are created. But all governments are garbage.

Garbage in, garbage out.

ii

There are variations to this theme.

There’s the son of heaven. People are garbage but the leader is beautiful.

There’s hard factionalism. Our side is beautiful. Their side is garbage.

And endless combinations of this utopian garbage.

But ‘we the garbage' is some kind of beautiful genius.