Saturday, March 22, 2014

profisee 50 - lost in the dichotomy paradox

pure subjectivity must objectify itself
before it can know itself—

but gets lost in the object
until it hears itself calling—

like zeno's dichotomy paradox—

the intellect always solves
only half of what you really are—

intuition must dissolve you
with the other half…

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Friday, March 14, 2014

identity, enlightenment, and non-doing pseutra

consciousness is the unmanifested absolute manifested—awareness becoming aware of its awareness

the body-mind is an instrument created by consciousness from consciousness for the functioning of consciousness—awareness aware of awareness

it is an aspect of the functioning of consciousness to misidentify itself with the body-mind, dividing itself from itself and so see itself

enlightenment is the spontaneous functioning of consciousness dis-identifying itself from the body-mind—awareness is aware of its awareness

consciousness misidentifying & disidentifying with body-mind is a spontaneous functioning of consciousness and there’s nothing ‘you’ can do

‘you’ have 2 options for doing—follow your bliss or think your way thru—surrender or fight—love or conditioning—either way you’re being done

Thursday, March 13, 2014

profisee 49 - unsaying consciousness

there’s a me here that could say—
you don’t have consciousness
but consciousness has you—
but we are consciousness—
so there’s only i

Wednesday, March 12, 2014

profisee 48 - four scientific unknowns

what science doesn’t know:
what came before the big bang—
missing 95% mass of the universe—
grand unified theory—
how and whys of consciousness—

Monday, March 10, 2014

six more imajins [from zuni to matsushima]

6
on the road to zuni,
i see a white buffalo—
it’s rising in the sea of tranquility
chanting—
you are the moon
you are the moon
you are the moon


7
anasazi ruins fill
a cavernous canyon wall—
thru the desert floor flows
a lively current—
a raven soars on
satori
with its silent unknown call


8
in the hollow of a maple tree
a screech owl sits silently—
it blends with the bark perfectly—
seven birders look thru scopes
just to see it be


9
down from south rim i stop—
the desert silence is absolute—
as if the sage had soaked
the world away—
and only i were left
to be that emptiness


10
a dock on a midnight lake—
this scintillating stillness—
the moon beholds
the eye of the universe—
and we two vanish
into quicksilver depths


11
invoking matsushima bay—
an opalescent peacock is slipping by
a phosphorescent dragon—
two forms passing in the emptiness—
ah beauty! ah truth!


Thursday, February 27, 2014

five imajins

1
driftwood flowers blossom
in a sea of buddha nature—
on the beach, natives search
for grains of sand…


2
in the desert
there's this single candle—
all around is nothing
but creosote and sage—
it is burning incessantly
but it burns without a flame


3
there's a house that sits on a bluff
above the sea—
its windows look out upon
a precipice of sky—
when its doors fly open
no one is at home


4
out of nowhere came
the mountain—
it fills the sky with a vacancy
of rock and clarity—
even the undertaker laughs
at such transparent
presence


5
coyote is crossing
the interstate—
it’s headed for the other side
below sky city—
an attentive focus narrowly avoids
a black infiniti


Monday, February 24, 2014

profisee 47 - as universe so you

the light of consciousness
freezes into the material
and then in a process known
as evolution
melts

as above so below

the light of consciousness
freezes into the ego
and then in a process known
as self-inquiry
melts

as ice is never not water

the light of consciousness
is always
the light of consciousness

Thursday, February 20, 2014

profisee 46 - that fifteen-second spot

the desire
to know what one is—
the intelligence
to know what one isn't—
the maturity
to know one is unknowable—
the simplicity
to just be
that

Wednesday, February 19, 2014

profisee 45 - a/0

to respond to division
with division
always equals
more division

but to respond to division
with nothing
is the end of that story

Monday, February 10, 2014

Merrimack River Nows — selected - Jan 2014

Jan 1
ice sheets in continental collision—silver shards thrust-faulting into fantastic arctic mountain ranges—a geologic era now taking seconds

Jan 6
fog, like a conceptual identity, lifts, and the silver waterway is there, as it always is, open, spontaneous, and never the same river twice

Jan 14
rain falls, fog forms, and the river appears to disappear on the way out to sea—sometimes i get a great notion to jump in the current and be

Jan 15
scintillating ice stars in a sky of river

Jan 17
sparkling high water has made this low-lying reach a no man’s land—the yawp of geese, laughter of ducks, rushes of being

Jan 22
a tugboat fragments polar vortex ice—an eagle’s wings divine the mystic currents

Jan 24
stopping by the roadside on an open bluff above a frozen river in zero degree wind chill sunshine, i grasp the raw stillness—changing a tire
Jan 26
in the wind-swept mirror of perfect ice—eastern white pines

Jan 27
reflections on thin ice—shadows and light—an engine of wind—sounds like shattering glass—the scrape of a leaf—absolutely no one is here now

Jan 29
ice floes leaving the mouth of the river like words defining infinity

Jan 31
black and white notions relentlessly swarming in confusion—feeding the seagulls