Three May Way

Spring is nothing but emptiness tuning fiddleheads turning polypodiopsida polypodiopsida.

Birdsong, the universal consciousness of tree frogs, and Po Chu-i supply the harmonies tonight.

Nature knows no division. That's why we go to the woods. Escaping the politics of business becomes our only business.

I could have been somebody but nowhere man and my holy fear of some success is sucessfully stopping me.

The glass is full and empty. I can see the glass itself is a concept too. Listen, there's a boy who is crying wolf

as if there's a dream that wants to cry. In other words, nothing is known but the knowledge of being.

That which is unknown is conceptually unknown, a mythic concept, or this is tantric that. Know oneself as if there's no one else to know.

This Consciousness Song

If consciousness is the secret, thought is the box. Ipso facto, there's no thinking outside the box. The box is just a day of rain.

In a desert flower garden, there's a gateless fence and the memory of smell. For consciousness is what remains after all thought dries.

There's no describing consciousness. This is why there's song. And dance. Haiku business or Gregorian chant.

There's nothing but consciousness. Everything appears in consciousness. There's no such thing as unconsciousness.

And all that is not consciousness is the unknown godhead and unmanifest love supreme.

1. thinking outside the box is doublespeak for rethinking things.

2. in a desert flower would be more imagistic but in a garden would be more mythic—but the tropes of gate and smell require both. so desert flower garden is the great compromise of this particular paraverse.

one of the genius things about ryokan is his lovely commentary on living understanding being. he'd be great on twitter.

3. binary code behind this particular revelation: memory describes / being sings

4. an homage to the belfast cowboy.

5. maharaj and trane.

pervading oligarchy and democracy is emptiness no matter what you believe

there's an argument for either one to cut the losses

that's the hard thing about a zero sum game

love dances to a different drummer every day. because deep sleep.

coyote knows what you want but the guru knows what you need. so what's the difference?

believe it or not, as bhoga is to bhakta, scientific materialism is to yogacara

there is more than one way of looking at a blackbird, wallace stevens

time is always interesting somewhere

"it's my party and i'll cry if i want to"

projection is love

denial isn't

repeat after me

i am the antibody

First Love, First Word

Consciousness is cause and consciousness is the result. The rest is causelessness. Sun flurry May Ninth Symphony New England butternut translucent green leaf folk song.

Nothing is just another name for the nameless. Being is the only knowledge and that knowledge is nameless. Names are made to classify universal consciousness.

No classification is universal. Every classification is a language unto itself. For social conditioning is a matter of time, classification, and survival of the fittest memory.

The fittest memory is the one intending love. Those that don't are soon forgotten or repressed if necessary. God bless the child who never knew. And forgive them.


True poetry declassifies. There's a reason why taxonomy is in the language of the empire. And not indigenous to place. The indigenous names for nature are yet classifying love.

The classification of species is all about the classes. Plantae tracheophytes angiosperms eudicots rosids rosaceae rosoideae roseae rosa is a rose. What is the Algonquin name for fiddlehead, Dorothy Parker?

Love is the union of love with love. This is the greatest paradox ever told. Being is only consciousness. Love is the only knowledge. Child consciousness is the teacher.

As pure consciousness is the immaculate conception and awareness is no mind, unconditional love is now without a thought. Venus is further northwest tonight.

without consciousness, where am I?

only consciousness is the name of the nameless

the memory of love is not a memory.

when the going gets shaman, the guru gets reaL

geronimo is geronimo. jesus is jesus.

no guru, no scientist, no shaman.

Project Wave

Being is not a thought but it's the breath of thought. Seeing through thought and focusing

on breathing are the yin and yang of this fact. And the electromagnetic property of light.

Love or deconstruction—the road not taken makes all the difference. Listen, this is my secret.

Manifestation happens after the fabric of space-time has been ripped apart. Don't fight the fruit of its quicksand.

Understand this. Surfing on the waves of love and wisdom is a third way. Make the next wave.

manifesting is a misnomer.

it’s more like recognizing new waves quicker and riding them more creatively. with love and wisdom.

and there’s always a new wave unless one’s dead or in the samadhi mystic.


learning to multi-task is all about evolving toward third way.

it’s why windows made bill gates a billionaire. that's my myth and why i'm standing by it.

karma is nothing but the mechanics of waves. surfing karma is the breeze.


better to be a nonconformist than conform. best is emptiness and form.

politics is the art of seeing through others. deconstruction is the art of seeing through oneself.

deconstruction without being is comedy. being without deconstruction is drama. history is the refrain.


feel the next wave. emotion and intuition are the guides.

drop conditioning says dogen.

love wine sings hafiz.

Cherry!

O Hafiz, a cherry tree is not the bark of memory nor leaves of future virtue but blossoming being. Correspondingly, I am not the ash of body nor the mind of materialistic brain but I am.

That I am is the only currency of knowledge. All others pay with memory. Tonight there is this memory of a cherry tree, essential being, and that great unknown I am—the wholly trinity.

This morning there was anger at the world so words were said and all is now forgiven. That's the way it is with conditioned thought. It rises out of primordial memory and messes with unconditional love.

Emotion happens. Something there isn't tries to hold emotion in. Sadness is its birth. Anger is its death. On the verge of another mistake, I let my words out. My brother used to tell me to go play in traffic.

Like the morning after Ogunquit Beach 1976, Christine, when I drunkenly fell through a sliding screen door and turned to love within your secret mesh, an august sun is burning through the fog.

Consciousness Express

There is no form in nature. There's only this transforming. Form is conceptual. Transformation is natural.

If conception isn't natural, what is form? If I have never been conceived, who am I?

Consciousness is the immaculate conception. Being is my expression. Nature isn't dust to dust but seed to seed.

All concepts pass away but consciousness is the seed of self-awareness. If religion is the priest of concepts, string theory is the pope.

Consciousness identifies with form. Sadness takes effect as transformation kills this concept.

As consciousness is the expression of the absolute, love is the expression of consciousness.

Emotion is this expression filtered by the latest concept, from conception to deconstruction.

Love is not emotion but goes misidentified as such. Love is the energy of emotion. Thought is the filter and emotion is the smoke.

As consciousness is energy-intelligence-awareness and thought is neither intelligent nor aware, energy needs to go somewhere.

In the world, energy is love seeking itself, intelligence is evolutionary intent, and awareness is spontaneously self-aware.

Hafiz says deconstruction unchains love. Son says thought is lacking something of the holy trinity. This is why it's called duality, love.

Power Chord!

Knowledge is not another name for memory. Knowledge is now. Knowledge is not in a name. Knowledge is the nameless now.

Now is another name for being. Being is another name for energy, intelligence, awareness. Satcitananda is the old name.

It's not so much those names, as it's the power of three. Duality is not a problem in itself. Being stuck in duality totally is.

Unity is the greater concept. Duality is blind belief. Trinity is the code name for the great unknown. Oppenheimer knew it well.

Neither affirmation nor deconstruction but harmony makes the righteous chord—energetic affirmation, intelligent deconstruction, self-awareness!

Divining Embodiment

Not only all appears in consciousness but all is consciousness. So consciousness focuses indigenous intelligence into mind and mind conceives a body.

As the mind identifies with its concept, discernment turns to judgment, focus disperses into dissolution, and universal harmony disintegrates into individual violence.

Since this identification is with a concept, this fall is all conceptual as well. And since the mind of consciousness is intelligent discernment, the medicine for all conceptual disease is seeing through the concept.

Focusing on Consciousness

Consciousness is never lost. Losing consciousness is not the mind's to do. For all appears in consciousness—

including the scientific absurdity of looking for the source of consciousness within such said appearances in consciousness.

In other words, consciousness is the word and there is no other knowledge. Listen, consciousness is the heart of self-awareness.

Love is the hand of consciousness. And mind is the mirror this hand is holding. Look at yourself!

Mistaking the surface of the mirror for the one who's looking in the mirror is just a matter of insufficient focus.

Thus never throw away the mirror with the dream. See that. There is that which isn’t dream. Be that.

Consciousness Cures

If it isn't love, it's harmful—do no harm.
If it's divisive, it's not holistic, naturally.
Loving political others as oneself just is.

One doesn't do unto others et cetera
because of some philosophical belief
but the fact and feel of consciousness.

belief is Poison
Love is medicine
it's not exactly rocket science