as consciousness is the expression of the absolute, and divine imagination is the expression of consciousness, spontaneous revelation is the expression of divine imagination
Wednesday, April 22, 2015
A Mystic Looking Back at Making Love
Tuesday, April 21, 2015
A Taoist Spring in Northeast Massachusetts
Friday, April 17, 2015
Death Be Not Metaphysical
Wednesday, April 15, 2015
That Is All
Monday, April 13, 2015
The Sign of Peepers in the Wetlands
Saturday, April 11, 2015
The Bhagavan in Canyonlands
Friday, April 10, 2015
Siri, Why Does God Allow Human Suffering?
Tuesday, April 7, 2015
Of Shakespeare, Muddy Waters, and St. John
Sunday, April 5, 2015
A Wise Love Poem
Saturday, April 4, 2015
The Daring White Light on the Flying Trapeze
Friday, April 3, 2015
The Mystic Church of Hiking in Acadia
Thursday, April 2, 2015
Disbelief: That's the Ticket
Wednesday, April 1, 2015
The Emptiness of Offices and Goldfinches
Tuesday, March 31, 2015
Fundy in Consciousness
Monday, March 30, 2015
Who Believes in Atheists?
Friday, March 27, 2015
The Great White Spirit of Mount Pemigewasset
Thursday, March 26, 2015
The Primordial Prophecy of I Ching
Wednesday, March 25, 2015
The Revelation of the Poet Basho Divine
Tuesday, March 24, 2015
The Evolutionary Sādhanā of the Light
Saturday, March 21, 2015
Carl Jung on Facebook
Friday, March 20, 2015
Meditation on Lunar Silence and Solar Power
Thursday, March 19, 2015
The Shaman of Phenomenal Yosemite
Wednesday, March 18, 2015
The Red Winged Perfection of Understanding
Tuesday, March 17, 2015
The Oracle of the Underground
Monday, March 16, 2015
Satori in Canyon del Muerto
Saturday, March 14, 2015
The Enlightenment of Julius Caesar
Saturday, March 7, 2015
Grandfather
Friday, March 6, 2015
That Space of Clarity
A bird just flew into the picture window. Is that the inspiration for the words I was waiting on while looking out at bare trees in the bright March sun?
Imagine its surprise when it crashed into hard clarity. It was a flash of revelation surrounded by the spraying feathers of confusion.
It registered within its birdbrain though. Correcting course without much hesitation, it flew away in opposite direction.
That's the way of nature, like the mountain stream that slams the boulder and in reversal forms the temporary whitewater.
What's missing from this picture is that bird and stream will both continue in their way around the objects of obstruction in a slightly rearranged intensity.
Although, in longer view of things, the boulder will be worn away and this building with its window razed and trucked away.
The only fact remaining is that space of clarity.
Thursday, March 5, 2015
Noise Will Be Noise
And then there was lightning before there was then.
To be followed by thunder which then came to be.
Being aspires to know why it's being.
Nothing in thunder can answer—it's nothing.
Sound and the fury of this thunderous world is only the sound and the fury.
Appearances only, it's only appearances.
Noise is but noise.
Lightning is lightning.
Silence, silence.
Wednesday, March 4, 2015
Superstar
Tuesday, March 3, 2015
The Apocalypse of Unknowing the Known
Monday, March 2, 2015
Belief Story
Friday, February 27, 2015
Overlooking Awareness
One day the me is sorrowful and tries to understand just why.
One day the me is happy and desires to know exactly how to stay that way.
After years of swinging to and fro, the me forgets stability of what it is,
entrapped within the back-and-forth, recapturing some pleasure or avoiding pain.
In time, this bipolarity appears to be the ordinary state of its existence.
Monkeys see and monkeys do. The jaguar has escaped from its own view.
Thursday, February 26, 2015
Wisdom
Wisdom is always talking to itself.
It's the voice in the wilderness
that needs no audience—
knowing there is no other.
The known that knows
it is the unknown,
it's being is loving
and otherwise compassionate.