Saturday, May 28, 2016

The New Poetics

Poetics 101: speak as if each word is first and last.

Poetics 102: to say the unthinkable.

Poetics 103: look out for nihilism or irony; pay attention to bliss.

Poetics 104: actualize mythology.

Poetics 105: describe samsara through compassionate wisdom.

Poetics 106: create performance poetry and extempore commentary.

Poetics 107: utilize setting as mandala of wisdom.

Poetics 108: see above is not exactly parallel to below.

Poetics 109: know birth is always sudden.

Poetics 110: the truth is in the listener already, write the white light of Tao.

Poetics 111: don’t trust illusion.

Poetics 112: understand emotional thought flares are little deaths.

Poetics 113: realize birth and death is in the world apparently but not in myself.

Poetics 114: do not use illusion for profit, the definition of black magic.

Poetics 115: bliss is openly loving, forgivingly free, compassionately one.

Poetics 116: being is empty and wise.

Poetics 117: sing what the voice has said and speak to what the song has sung.

Friday, May 27, 2016

Paradigm: Poem and Commentary

After more than thirteen billion miles
they finally reached the sea—
not knowing what the sea would be
they think it’s just a bigger desert.

Evolutionary self-awareness, or enlightenment, is not only inevitable, it’s here. Thinking otherwise is the only issue.



Thursday, May 26, 2016

The Poetics of Magical Reality

Let the self-reflexive universe be your love, forgiveness, and compassion. For the setting changes as identity changes.

Actualizing the mythology always builds its own mandala. Ego is just a different kind of deity.

In the beginning, love is almost always present. Forgiveness is the evolutionary turn. Compassion is the beauty of the truth of self-awareness.

And old Jung fears become one’s statuesque protectors in new bliss.

Love is universal being. Compassion is negative capability. Forgiveness is the balancing point of zero. And unconscious fear is an imaginary number.

Since every story features both usurper and the sovereign-in-exile, I was playing both.

And as love forgiveness and compassion is the trinity of duality, bliss is the unity of non-duality.

Every word is not in need of deconstruction—just the cornerstone of one's distinctive birthright.

And the chorus sings renown and revelation, riff and realization.

We love our pain and pleasure because it's all in nondual bliss. This is called Psychology 101.

Wear your self like a cloak of stars. And the chorus sings existence is a thought. Being is not.

Poetics 101: speak as if each word is first and last.

Poetics 102: to say the unthinkable.

Poetics 103: look out for nihilism or irony; pay attention to bliss.

Poetics 104: actualize mythology.

You're either living in the past or going further.


Wednesday, May 25, 2016

Actualizing the Mythology

My deity is intentional self-awareness
and my vast mandala is the evolutionary nature
of the Self-reflexive universe,

its galaxies of apparitional incarnate stars,
the planets in alluring orbits,
turning earth of endless seas and continental varieties
of desert silence, mountain peaks,
and valleys of intuition and forests of revelation.

In the name of
being universal love
and understanding wisdom
through the blessings of the Satguru,
I actualize this paradigmatic mythology
singing the Self as Son.

Monday, May 23, 2016

Variations on this Bliss

Pain and
pleasure are
definitions of
intentional bliss—
as the mind denies
the beingness of bliss.

There is no bliss in the body
but the body is in bliss.

Zero is
denying bliss
as one is blissfully
forgetting that denial.

There is no bliss in the body
but the body is in bliss.

Bliss is
before all yin
and yang.
Bliss is the Quantum
Avatar of Tao.
Bliss is
bliss Is.

There is no bliss in the body
but the body is in bliss.

It’s not about survival
of the fittest—
but the suddenly
blissful
intentionally attempting
to continue such
a bliss
by any means possible
within the law
or
outside the law—
without understanding
the unborn nature of
that bliss.

There is no bliss in the body
but the body is in bliss.

Embodiment is—
blissfully
following
the mind
of intent—
with your catholic body of intent.

There is no bliss in the body
but the body is in bliss.

Bliss is love
and
love is bliss
and
carpenters are walruses
and
I am That
so Google this
but every search needs silence.

There is no bliss in the body
but the body is in bliss.

Bliss is to tantra as
emptiness is to sutra as
deconstruction is
a twenty-first century orange fox.

There is no bliss in the body
but the body is in bliss.

Multi-
orgasmic
galaxies of bliss
is manifestation of
deep sleep—
Is it not?

There is no bliss in the body
but the body is in bliss.

The beauty of an empty
page is like bliss
of the great unknown
and this is why I sing.

There is no bliss in the body
but the body is in bliss.

Bliss—
that energetic
kundalini
feeling which when filtered
by a thought
is just my imagination running away with me.

There is no bliss in the body
but the body is in bliss.

Bliss is visceral
like bleeding
hearts
like holocausts
like mystery like dreams like love;
thinking intentionally is
surrendering to The
Bigger Picture
of our Tao.

There is no bliss in the body
but the body is in bliss.

Between The Source
and The Apocalypse of Self-awareness
is This
energetic and spatial and free—
Shakespeare says
to be
is unthinkable
but being is not a thought
but bliss divided by thought is emotion.

There is no bliss in the body
but the body is in bliss.

Bliss is
first word
best intent is
non-directional
and bliss is radiating
far beyond this shadow.

There is no bliss in the body
but the body is in bliss.

The world is in consciousness.
The absolute is in the body.
The body is in bliss.

There is no bliss in the body
but the body is in bliss.

Sunday, May 22, 2016

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Imagine
there’s no space
and there’s no time
but something
mysterious
with which
you rhyme.

Saturday, May 21, 2016

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cause and effect
is like
butterfly
or caterpillar

Solo for Two

I’ve tried to save this tamarack 
from being overrun by a tangled web of choking vines. 
I’ve cut so many fountainheads arising from the ground
but still somehow that sucker thrives.
No more!

There comes a point when Nature’s austere Grace is seen for what it is.
Calamity is intentional and only evolution is the way.
Similarly the world repeats itself
and not because it doesn’t know its history
but just because it’s caught within that history.

Forgiveness is protection.
Compassion is the guide.
The trail precedes beyond
the tamarack and choking vines
and only I can follow mine.

Friday, May 20, 2016

I-I (the song of reflexivity)

On 
the Way 
Respectfully In 
The Name of the Protector 
Compassion Buddha 
Christ Further 
Unknown 
Eye

Thursday, May 19, 2016