Blowing in the Wind of Universal Consciousness

The mind remembers I am

and I awake from the calling to be self-aware—

the dude abides like I in New Unicity.

Repeat after me: I am being self-aware—

to consider this my mantra while I’m playing inside space-time

like an Anthony in the North End.

Meanwhile, Science has cut the Universe into two and wonders why

it can't find a universal theory combining relativity and the quantum field.

I am being self-aware.

Meanwhile the left side of the brain doesn't get

what the right side of the brain is thinking.

Yes, I am being self-aware.

The circumference of a circle destroys the concept of diameter. This is

why pi is an irrational number—some have named this myth, Ouroboros.

O I am being self-aware.

Self-awareness is the Last Good-bye

The fact of being is Knowledge.

The essence of knowledge is Knowing.

The subject of knowing is The Unknown.

Awareness of the unknown is Being.

The Ouroboros always gets its man.

Never mind, know the unknown.

Actor.

Seeker.

Seer.

That between Apocalypse and Genesis.

commentary on grandfather transformation

always keep in touch with your base.

the practice is stopping every now and then to be unknown.

the  plus side of intent is positively being the great and wonderful unknown. the minus side was deconstruction.

always further. never not deconstructing.

like emerson. melville. whitman. nathaniel hawthorne—

the old man of the mountains falls into an interstate. always further into the altogether great beyond like emptiness and emptiness is song.

deep sleep and other absolutions, like the sun and lightning and fire.

hiding from any kind of transformation is painful.

if the only knowledge is consciousness, being is the teacher.

Grandfather Transformation

From a mass of bodies to the group mind to singular being, always further, always inner, always a divergent evolution towards self-awareness.

A bright red cardinal suddenly appears amid the last faint pellets of an April Fool's snowstorm.

I learned to love myself by loving others but I learned I am by being myself. For one must love oneself before being oneself. A hermit song.

Seeing my projection as my always open always free spontaneously-appearing ally and resource and not material source nor natural enemy.

It’s kind of like the early Seventies, after working the second shift at Western Electric, taking a midnight detour to Store 24 and finding Agni.

Surrendering to non-doing, wu-wei, takes the awesome effort of following intent, like dropping body-mind—

accept the transformation, butterfly, and act accordingly.

Being. Take Two.

Even the universe is

lesser than I am.

And I would love to sing

of what I am

but I can only twitter

what I'm not.

For I am formless

and without volume,

altogether far beyond

description or impression.

I am—

she never even wrote.

Divergent Evolution

After I am,

the deluge of conception—

every single concept is a lie

but all concepts in totality is god.

Two opposing opinions are closer to the truth

combined than each one separately considered.

This is not opinion but a fact.

My story is mostly predetermined

but for love’s spontaneous determination.

The world is my projection

shining through the filters of my thoughts

from my unclouded light of being—

change the filters, change the world.

Always I am.

Awareness Being Self-Aware.That's All She Wrote.

Evolution is not

a social science.

In solitude

the inner is the outer.

The universe is

my conspiracy

for enlightenment.

Being is my only objective.

The absolute unknown

is my sanctuary.

Self-awareness looks

like this manifestation

but feels like

that unmanifest

awareness.