To the Purple Rose of Consciousness

It would appear, in evolution, this form of being which has called itself a human being, is the only form of being self-aware.

Instead of being, basking, in this self-awareness, the human being has discovered transformation, called it death, identifying with the form itself.

The world it builds is just the fear, forgetting self-awareness, disregarding being as its base, and practicing idolatry of form

in semi-permanent outstanding structures of its buildings, roads, and infrastructures, pyramids, cathedrals, banks of skyscrapers,

in other words, materialism, scientific and objective, praying at the feet of form to overcome the fact of form,

to fear of death and not a celebration of this awesome functioning of self-awareness, being, basking in and as this self-awareness,

being light and basking in the light, this being, basking, being, basking, crowning function of creation, crown of evolution,

noumenon of all phenomena, true revelation and apocalypse, the power and the glory, knowing all the universe is just reflection of oneself,

the mirror knowing it's the mirror, truth unborn, undying, I and nothing else.

opening the field

it must be

almost

summer solstice

i can smell the sweetness

of hay

the field is divided 

between tall grass 

and space 

now 

in bales 

  

imagine this confluence of 

intelligence 

consciousness

bliss

like a field of sea

(write with mind

as self

to nobody

then

circulate)

emptiness

using the mind

and not

mind using

itself

consciousness

between intuition

and inspiration

reflecting awareness

is the revelation

tree frogs must be

at their peak

i hear

a distant siren

in their harmony

further is our intent

the open road

is consciousness

dividing lines

speak to mind

a new wild voice

not one in memory

almost like a seagull

in coyote staccato

beyond dna entrusted archetypes

heighten experience

lowering experience

consort or saddhu

any experience

will do

one

doesn’t make

the moment empty

the moment is

empty

reflecting

experience

not

reflecting on

experience

the experience itself

touches dna

mystic third rail

seeing

there’s no archetype

beyond

archetype

is

that

unknown

the time

to speak in

tongues

is fast

approaching

the moment

without reflection

experiential

beyond archetype

the great unknown

deja vu

is stuck between

an archetype

and distant

memory

you may remember rome

more power to you

but experience itself is how

that archetype

got milk in a day

it’s not so much

being mindful

as being

doing

mind

see the moment

beyond all archetype

now phantom

the noumenal

unknown

arjuna doesn’t

just arise

arjuna will

experience

for krishna

by knowing

now

the great unknown

now knows

the great unknown

to know now

i need to know

what isn’t now

this is the clown

of creation

there is a window

i see the window

the window is open

there’s an open window

i am the opening