Friday, March 10, 2017

boots and reboots

wood smoke on a winter morning dawn
maple syrup whole wheat waffles
the cold shower of wisdom
the warmth of the sun
don't think twice
love is all you need
in silence is awareness
self-awareness is at the heart of things
beyond yin and yang is the tao beyond
midnight

rose-colored dawn
wine dark sea
black hole
big bang
absolutely
one-pointedly
not binary
the holy trinity
four directions
one-pointedly

Wednesday, March 8, 2017

satori on the merrimack

inscription. all the world's fake news
and all the men and women merely phonies.

foreword. lucidly dream as if one is manifestly
universal consciousness and not the individual person

one is conditioned to think one is—
like an open head engorging its intuitive tale.

introduction. visionary declensions:
lucid, crystalline, bright, and incandescent.

if she dances, it's true.
fission is a vision but fusion is disillusion.

chapter one. note to self: act as if i am what i know i am
rather than what i think i am. embodying the ouroboric

in the form of a being. and in this revelation,
the old day is the new night.

chapter two. this is the old deep math:
the process is in seven steps per the law of three

where eight is infinite
and two is an unreal number.

the snake that swallows its tail, the holy spirit,
the holy ghost, and a deep transformative image.

when a falling angel goes to grab your arm,
don't turn it sideways so she falls into the sea.

chapter three. never mind
and a monkey’s tail.

embodiment in spirit
disembodied ghost.

consciousness is the dreaming
in deep images.

chapter four. while walking along the river on march eighth,
the sun suddenly feels real.

but at that moment a fifty-year-old memory of half moon lake
suddenly arises and like i'm real real gone.

this i know must be that so-called profound revelation,
kensho,

seeing the essential, first stage samadhi,
or satori on the merrimack.

afterword. between the subtle moments
besides a mountain pond

and the sudden sea,
it takes a river.

Nisargadatta calls it I Am.
don’t try to follow—

it will take you in
to the beyond.

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Tuesday, March 7, 2017

The Once and Future Mythology

Nature is the once and future mythology.
Between awareness and self-awareness is this big bang—
spontaneous, transformative, and unreal.
A Whitmanesque variety of things will come to mind
in the Basho minute of a cherry blossom.

It is said there is a spring beyond the ordinary seasons.
There is no name for such a bliss but being is a wise denomination.
It is the gate to gatelessness or so to speak.
The infinite cosmic vortex is spontaneously open,
absent, unified and much like this lucid dreaming.

For it is sung every song sings about the unsung being self-aware.

Monday, March 6, 2017

The news

I read the news today and everything is wild.
It's like some gateless Watergate.
The past repeats itself because
It's better now than late.

Climate change or altered consciousness is the call.
A Navajo woman once told me her people just follow the climate
No matter where it leads them.
The Tao is all about being one with transformation too.

It's all a reality show when you think the show is all about reality.
All is in the eyes of pure awareness dreaming.
It only takes a thought to kill eternity.
Without a doubt, all is unborn and undying.

I am the light and you are my projection.
Let's not make it personal.
The loving holy spirit of intentional self-awareness is in your DNA.
The material is parasitical but awareness is self-aware.

Dreaming or deep sleep is just another call.
We are approaching that which is lost during translation.
Being, presence, self-awareness, love, life, universal consciousness, this
Simple knowledge of the great unknown.


Saturday, March 4, 2017

rose the deconstructed sonnet

nonduality is love not thought
love is light not shadow
light is unknown not known
the unknown is nonduality not two
don't overthink being
don't make being into this great religion or some other thing
although it's true that being is the only way to know the light
one is always being despite what one thinks
you see the rose; you can't see the light
awareness has to be before being self-aware
as if god is pure awareness and the child of god is being
white black green
green blue yellow
red red red

Thursday, March 2, 2017

The Great Blue Devotional Beyond


i.

To love awareness is self-awareness and self-awareness is
the apocalyptic revelation of awareness.

For being is the only love and being is the only knowledge
and being is the only universe of self-awareness.

Accordingly to love awareness is to know awareness
and to know awareness is to be awareness
and to be awareness is this self-awareness, love.


ii.

Listen, conditioning is the canvas
one is purchasing with deconstruction—
the dreaming is the painting is the art of self-awareness.

Buddha may have said it better in the sutras
but no one reads them for the stories anymore.

Yesterday I heard the red-winged blackbirds first
and then I saw them saying soon I’ll hear the peepers in the wetlands—
being being being


iii.

Of all the space-time
in all being
in Awareness,
she walks into mine—

open eyes of an infant,
fantasies of seven billion people,
deep sleep of the light fantastic.

To reiterate, an early morning pond,
Blue Ridge Mountains
and a country love song.


Tuesday, February 28, 2017

Another Saturday Night Fantasia


Go further like Arjuna. Let further go always undefined. Like dreamtime hiking in the whites.

Attachment to love is the root of all addiction. The only knowledge is in knowing the unknown. Listen, karma is like DNA on steroids.

Self-inquiry is a risky business. Sleep just wants to sleep. But never underestimate a two-year-old entangled in a why.


Flunk like a monk. Shakespeare is for monkeys. As you shed beliefs, never gather new ones.

Self-inquiry is like climbing the original face but much more realistic. Self-awareness makes an appearance. Just like orange sunshine.

Innocent awareness. Red orange yellow green blue indigo and violet. There’s 16.8 million colors and counting.


Death assumes birth but never assume. Death is just another concept. I only know I am.

The Tao appears as caterpillar or the butterfly. Science is or isn’t. Chrysalis and further.

Act one’s truth. They say that lucid dreaming is for losers. But losing is conditioned dreaming.


Self-awareness is the only risk worth taking. And every risk is furthering self-awareness. But the risk is never remembered.

Everything leads to a precipice. To be or of the world. So let’s talk about the world.

First is this conditioning. Next is revolution like original transformation. Three is magic.


Despite it all, I am conditioned to be a slice of self-awareness.

Awareness is the one true god and self-awareness is the child of god. Amen.

Suddenly wind and rain.