Rhapsody in Who: Quoting Nisargadatta

I am beyond consciousness and, therefore, in consciousness I cannot say what I am. Yet, I am.

In whatever role I may appear and whatever function I may perform—I remain what I am: the 'I am' immovable, unshakable, independent.

All is done to please the one source and goal of every desire, whom we all know as the 'I am'.

I am what I am, neither with form nor formless, neither conscious nor unconscious. I am outside all these categories.

I do nothing, nor is anything done to me. I am what I am and nothing can affect me. I appear to depend on everything, but in fact all depends on me.

All you can tell about the person is not the self, and you can tell nothing about the self, which would not refer to the person.

I am entirely unimagined. I am what I am, not identifiable with any physical or mental state.

I know what I am, a center of wisdom and love, an atom of pure existence. All subsides and the mind merges into silence. 

three thoughts

the mind

is

a dividing

tool.

if you play

in its world,

expect

to be

cut.

but love is indivisible.

love is manifestation

before the freeze

and after the boil

and water water everywhere

and not a drop to think.

dropping thinking

is

another thought

but seeing through

a thought

is

what i am,

that is,

i am.

This before Bliss

Enlightenment is

the greatest story ever told.

Such a concept is required

before moving beyond the conceptual.

Like handholds on a precipice—

so myth

precedes

the land of love

forgiveness

and compassion.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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Imagine

there’s no space

and there’s no time

but something

mysterious

with which

you rhyme.

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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.

I-I (the song of reflexivity)

On 

the Way 

Respectfully In 

The Name of the Protector 

Compassion Buddha 

Christ Further 

Unknown 

Eye

Dear Vishnu

you have been reborn quickly

it’s called the sky

of dreams

Trumping my Self

Other than Self-Awareness

Resurrection

There’s the Crucifixion of Belief—

let me tell you a story

my forgetful

millen

nial

Unknowing Me

For the Isle of Patmos

T

h

i

n

g

s

are

vital

to trans

formation.

Such concerns will disappear in Self-

awareness

Ikkyū Parties Like It's Fūryū 1984

The Artificial Revolution

will be Stream-lined for 

The Fortunes of Our Future!

But true poetry

documents the fūryū
revelation

Now.

For Saint Kerouac

Honoring the Samsaric

Suffering Past

with its Sacred Karmic

Qualities of ultimate

Protectorship!

Call it Seeing

With the Compassionate

Eyes of the Going

Further Buddha.

When Lilacs Last

Walking in the great spring Greening,

I’m struck by the fragrance of lilacs

and all of the Springs of the past

begin flowing through the mind.

Some of them have names

and I could lose myself

in any one of them but let

the ripples wash right past me—

so none of them are turning into

sucking psychic whirlpools;

instead intent is coloring

the air with self-awareness.

It’s an energy that cracks

the rocks and reaches with a green

hand towards the springtime

purity of sunshine.

And the dust it leaves

behind is like a lilac

talc for this newborn

unborn song of self.

firmament

although

there is no state of sky

there are countless states of clouds

and clouds riding clouds is like a hurricane—

let it sky

The Butterfly Genuflection

but what causes the butterfly to flap its wings?

and if there is free will, what drive gave birth to it?

so if evolution is the driving force, what’s the engine?

then if self-awareness is the pinnacle of evolution, is awareness then its vast foundation?

if awareness and self-awareness is alpha and omega, is the universe just reflection in a mirror?

Popular Nirvana

In the middle of a quiet Crystal Lake,

a sudden and chaotic fountain is born.

In the middle of a desert, dust devils!

As religion is established on the unknown,

science is founded on deconstructing the known.

Together they intone—I am the unknown.

And upon Awakening, the world

appears in consciousness.

Dreams evaporate in light.

Intent has buried God

and Intent is raising That Awareness

from the dead.

And the chorus is resounding,

raising Self-awareness

from the walking dead.

And contemporary scriptures chant,

forgive your zombies

for they know not what they do.

And the soloist is singing,

waves reflect the Sea

and the Sea reflects the Sky.

And so it is that Self-awareness

calms the Waters

of all Sons and of all Daughters.

Instructions for Sunshine

Like Writing to myself as if there is another.

All Insight is bigger than you think.

See it as it is and translate into love.

Being is unborn.

Body-mind is born in being.

You are what you identify as you.

The obvious sky is easily hidden

by the trick of water droplets

looking like a cloud.

There are no Superfluous gears.

Division solves for X

as the dream instructs.

And the Supremes sing You Can’t Hurry Love.

Like evolution is

the Manifest Destiny of self-awareness

and it never happened.

After the eyes open,

it takes a little time to see

I am the light.

The absolute unknown.

Neither nothing nor irony.

The magical reality of fire!

After the sun sees it is the sun,

there's nothing to do but shine,

sunshine.

Notes on Being

Consciousness arising from the material is a belief. 

But the material arising in consciousness is a fact.

That consciousness

is primal is

not so much a leap of faith

as it is seeing as it is.

In other words, 

consciousness is unborn.

The world is born in consciousness.

Not a metaphysical belief.

Not theory or theology.

True science.

Body-mind is born in being—

constructs the dream

which instructs the mind

to deconstruct itself

clarifying awareness reflected in being as self-awareness

—dies in undying being.

As self-awareness is awareness being,

self-consciousness is being thinking.

Not being the known, like self-consciousness.

Self-awareness as the unknown being.

Four Directions to My God

Dream is the turn in material being. 

Mind is instructed 

to deconstruct the world of mind. 

Being is now the naked emperor of self-awareness.

Awareness is the zero.

And self-awareness is the one.

An evolutionary universe is the imaginary number

between that wisdom and this love.

Dream instructs a sleeping mind.

But being is beyond.

Like sunlight knows no night—

and secondary characters are only reflecting original light.

There is no one but myself.

Dreams are not about anyone but myself.

And being is myself.

As self-awareness is awareness—myself is simply self.

Seeing Through Yourselves

The dream is mind's instructor. Respect the dream like one respects a teacher.

In dream, you are myself seen through a looking glass. On the other hand, nature is myself. Such is the infallibility of being.

Give self to myself by seeing through yourselves. Stop talking about charity when there's everything to give and no one to give to but myself.

Adolescence is all about Being pretending to be something when everyone is making one feel like nothing.

Write like a child in discovery and not an adult speaking to another jaded adult.

Write discovery and not some inauthentic socially-conditioned formalista irony. Koan. Not scenic views.

Movies are cheap mystical experiences. Everything you see is the real mystical experience. A mystic rose is a mystic rose is a mystic rose.

The past is a social science. Follow the concept. Memory is your only backup. A babbling brook in a desert canyon before the ancient ruins.

Being is the only science. Ten thousand deities dance on the head of a pin. Smell the flowers but fire burns.

The quick brown frog jumps through the ancient pond.

Of Gods and Dogs and Self-awareness

Gods do not exist.

But dogs do not exist as well.

It's not that gods or dogs do not exist,

but existence itself is pure imagination.

And nonexistence is pure imagination.

So being neither exists nor doesn't exist.

And absolute awareness is neither being nor non-being.

Existence is the imagination of mind.

Mind is the instrument of being.

Being is the intent of self-awareness.

Self-awareness is awareness.

In the reflexive universe of self-awareness,

being is the intent of the closing

and the knowledge in the opening.

Self-awareness intends being.

Being utilizes mind.

Mind constructs dream.

Dream instructs mind.

Mind deconstructs itself.

Being, alone, knows self-awareness.

No procedure in a process is superfluous.

The Enchantment of Atonement

There are seven billion stories 

in my universal primer 

and all of them share one plot: 

awareness being self-awareness.

No story is right

or wrong

but every story is

intentional.

By skillful means of Applied Mythologies

and the universal heart of Great Compassion,

every story is released

from critical review.

Instead of seven billion stories,

there are seven billion sacred mountains

with seven billion brilliant butterflies

shining transformation on each one.

Not the endless zero of nihilistic tragedy

nor the endless one of pointless comedy,

but devoted nonduality

of creative explication.

In further words,

deconstruction is the skillful means,

compassion is the heart of being,

and magical reality is the true form of oneself.

Wavelength

seven billion

Rivers

flowing

to the

sea of the Sun

and

seeing

through

the inner

depths to that

Center of

Refraction

the one in-

conceivable

eye

First Revelations

look within your window

samsara looks like hell

it isn’t

one is a witness becoming self-aware

actually conditioning is the rub in the turn

Krishna says war only looks like love

being with Parvati is my magical reality

awareness being self-aware

Son

Meditations on a Paragraph in Nisargadatta 56:The World in Myself, Not Myself In the World

Of course we live in one world. Only I see it as it is, while you don't. You see yourself in the world, while I see the world in myself. To you, you get born and die, while to me, the world appears and disappears. Our world is real, but your view of it is not. There is no wall between us, except the one built by you. There is nothing wrong with the senses, it is your imagination that misleads you. It covers up the world as it is, with what you imagine it to be—something existing independently of you and yet closely following your inherited, or acquired patterns. There is a deep contradiction in your attitude, which you do not see and which is the cause of sorrow. You cling to the idea that you were born into a world of pain and sorrow; I know that the world is a child of love, having its beginning, growth and fulfillment in love. But I am beyond love even.

~Nisargadatta

1. A person looks at what appears to be and manipulates it as it thinks it should be, creating a belief for this in its blindness of what is.

2. One may look at what appears to be and sees what is, creating a mythology, a magical reality, for this appearance in that loving light.

3. The former is black magic utilizing the illusion of past and future. The latter is white magic in the manifesting transformation now.

4. All persons are black magicians—some better than others—like a game of playing cards—deuces aces jokers jacks and queens—then there are the ones who learn to be the trump card.

5. There is only awareness and self-awareness. Like the God of Gods knowing “it” is the God of Gods.

6. And this appears to the mind within and of the process to be an evolutionary universe of space-time, in which it is an object, a body of space and a mind of time, the body-mind.

7. But awareness being self-aware is spontaneous and integral as is.

8. So in this mythic seeing of a world within myself, my self-awareness appears to be a reflexive universe in which awareness is intent on this self-awareness, descending into, and then ascending from, the material.

9. The human being is the omega of this universal process, withdrawing from the wave of the material into the sea of being. Thus a person is the necessary confusion of this crashing wave, self-conscious yet not self-aware.

10. The spontaneous action of awareness being self-aware—when the person sees one is being and not the body—this is the end of the world as a person knows it, “dying” before “dying.”

11. Awareness being self-aware is not only spontaneous as in relation to the time of space-time, but integral as in relation to the space of space-time.

12. Such a magical reality balances conditioning and truth, person and being, alpha and omega, samsara and nirvana, appearance and reality, duality and unity. As nondual.

13. In bringing this magical reality into being, I redeem the world.

The Omega Block

Monday and it’s raining.

Weather people say we’re stuck in an Omega Block

and rain will be a steady presence for the upcoming week.

One could say the world is in a similar situation.

In a universe of reflexivity—that awareness and this self-awareness,

the unborn undying truth—

the world is like a blocking belief in birth and death,

appearing as an atmosphere of war

instead of the evolutionary transformation of what is.

On the other hand, from the vantage point of space,

there’s just this intentional bluish planet and its whirling

splendid great-hearted white noise of silence.

Big Bang Mountain

Consciousness is like 

the light 

and pure awareness 

like the source. 

One goes on and off. 

The big unknown is neither. 

Call it the black whole. 

The Unbelievable Event of I

God knowing God

when sliced

looks like an evolutionary universe—

as I emerge from my chrysalis as Self-awareness.

A good practice is to move your hand around

as if it's a skeleton.

That is pure imagination.

The body is just an idea—

and so the great doctors help cure

your self of all ideas.

Think of your skeleton as light—

this is called treating a symptom.

Questioning consensus reality—

that's basically the definition of post-modernism.

Accepting only being is the next big thing.

Believing

in only being

until seeing

that is unbelievable—

being is

the knowledge of

that unknown.

Authenticity is just knowing the personal is inauthentic.

If affirmation is New Age,

negative capability is:

“capable of being in uncertainties, mysteries, doubts,

without any irritable reaching after fact and reason”

Data is the past

and only predicts

one who lives in the past.

Magic reality is just that first flush of deconstruction.

Upon seeing the falsity of conventional reality,

it’s natural to imagine new and magical realities.

Developing one's natural

compassion is the most important practice there is

if one intends on staying in this world.

Otherwise Karma.

Seeing through illusion is the best

a bodhisattva can do.

The trick is always there.

Unless you're like a Buddha or something.

Illusion seeing

projecting the big mountain—

this is Buddha's world!

For I Am Oriole

I’m waiting for the oriole.

I’ve bought the orange suet,

placed it as an offering outside.

I’ve meditated on its Latin name

and contemplated Audubon’s religious

rendering in his Holy Birds of America.

May First is almost here and that’s the date

which marks their resurrection in the Valley.

I promise not to swear when hearing golden voices in the air!

I’ve really done as much as I can do, although

this afternoon I’ll go out and buy a genuine orange,

slice it nicely into numbers I’ve been told in dreams

sing like magical attraction to the lovely flying one

and nail them on the wind. The truth will come

and when it does I’ll wear its black and orange feathers

timelessly and naturally in the hot intention of the Sun.

Defrosting Cherry Blossoms

I’ve been noticing the cherry trees 

along my usual ways. And it appears 

they’ve been damaged by this yin yang 

New England April weather— 

the warm and sunny afternoons were quite

enough to tease the blossoms into budding

but the cold Canadian whiskey freezing

nights have stopped them in their tracks.

And so a year without the cherry blossoms!

Not that we’re Kyoto or further Hirosaki—

and this Valley doesn’t have the tributes of a Washington DC.

Although our monuments aren't built to Empire either— 

they’re more about the revolution. Transformation.

And the Universe is just a speck of Consciousness

smaller than a mustard seed. Space reveals imagination—

light-years shine within unseasonable awareness.

The Way of the Bird

This is the season of The Birds. 

This morning I was watching Goldfinches 

chase each other through the sunny 

emptiness of April Woods

around the early green of newborn

leaves on old exploding branches.

Serious Cardinals walked beneath

the recently-filled bird feeder looking

for the scatterings of sunflower seeds.

I was standing by the Picture Window

feeling all this separation

human habitation gives me.

Meanwhile Ranjit is speaking of

the Way of the Bird, a pristine freedom,

not from my conditioning

but freedom of that unborn self,

freedom from all karmic fruit

of action, like forgiveness of

the Magnitude of Nothing to forgive.

The only picture window is

the memory of this Little Mind.

The Apple that I ate is knowledge

and it’s bitter seed belief.

I spit it out and I could watch

the Cardinals scramble for its Meaning—

but I fly away.

Distillations from Meditations

Pain and suffering doesn't prove

the reality of the material world—

it disproves any concept one holds

that the body-mind is permanent or real.

One understands the illusionary aspect

of the material only by being burnt.

In other words, suffering is a valid

instruction in the awakening process.

One was once a two-year-old

asking others why

and never got an answer.

There are no others. Ask your self.

Being is the only action

necessary for self-awareness.

And self-awareness is

the only reason for being.

Self is the source of all.

Needing nothing and beyond all measure—

I give water to the river of space

and light to the earth of time.

Meditations on the End of Nisargadatta 55:On Helping the World

Q1. How can I find peace when the world suffers?

1. The world suffers for very valid reasons.

The suffering of the world is valid and not an issue of right and wrong. There is no political solution.

Politics are divisional and division is the cause of suffering.

In the spirit of the Reflexive Awareness Mythology, within the universal process of Absolute Self-Awareness,

consciousness appears to have descended into the material,

and the human being, the last procedure of this process, is consciousness fully ascending from the material.

Within the process, this appears as suffering.

In other words, suffering is a valid work instruction of the awakening process.

2. If you want to help the world, you must be beyond the need of help.

Helping the world is not of the world. The usual suspects of all the world’s attempts to help itself end in more suffering.

In every story in history, there are few exceptions to this rule. Even the great avatars

who have helped many discover their true nature: their teachings become beliefs, become sectarian, religions, war!

And science is not an exception to this rule. The scientific process is a valid deconstructive procedure,

but the blind belief in scientific theory is just another religion, world belief, war.

The only way to help the world is to be beyond the world. Being beyond the world begins

by asking what I truly am, not blindly accepting the social conditioning of the world.

In other words, who am I?

3. Then all your doing as well as not doing will help the world most effectively.

Knowing what I truly am, its non-doing as well as doing, helps the world most effectively.

For doing is no longer personal action of the world. And non-doing is no longer personal inaction or avoidance,

but absolute action in the world. Silent self-awareness, the pure potentiality of affectionate awareness, is

the wise dominion and the loving power and the real glory.

Q2. How can non-action be of use where action is needed?

1. Where action is needed, action happens. Man is not the actor. His is to be aware of what is going on. His very presence is action.

Action is universal. The butterfly effect is like a law of nature. Thought is only a tool of universal consciousness.

The person is a misconception, the material misuse of that tool. The human being is the evolutionary apex

of absolute self-awareness and looking at this science through the lens of that Reflexive Awareness Mythology,

being is the only action necessary for self-awareness. And self-awareness is the only reason for being.

2. The window is the absence of the wall and it gives air and light because it is empty. Be empty of all mental content, of all imagination and effort, and the very absence of obstacles will cause reality to rush in.

Thought in its guise of belief and doing is the origin of the personal dream. The personal dream is like a wall

in the sea of reality. And although the wall isn’t real, it’s thought to be so. But the wall becomes a window

when it’s seen through. Therefore, without the mental content of the wall, the sea of reality rushes in to where it always is.

3. If you really want to help a person, keep away. If you are emotionally committed to helping, you will fail to help.

A person wants to help, but it’s that personal desire which is the seed of failure.

Again, the world cannot help the world. The best thing a person can do to help is stay away.

One doesn’t bring a match into a burning building.

4. You may be very busy and be very pleased with your charitable nature, but not much will be done.

Personal acts of charity stroke the ego more than truly help another. The same can be said for environmental action.

Hybrids and paper bags are just status symbols in any earnest game of climate change.

Such busy-ness keeps one away from the real business at hand. As poetry is not about selling truth to others.

It’s the documentation of an inner dialogue. One was once a two-year-old asking others why and never got an answer.

There are no others. Ask your self.

5. A man is really helped when he is no longer in need of help. All else is just futility.

A person is only helped when the personal is seen through. Personal deconstruction is not the job of another person.

In fact, it is not personal at all. Deconstruction is actually the work of being—using the tool of thought upon belief.

All else is just mere vanity, absurdity, futility.

Q3. There is not enough time to sit and wait for help to happen. One must do something.

1. By all means—do. But what you can do is limited; the self alone is unlimited. Give limitlessly—of your self. All else you can give in small measures only. You alone are immeasurable.

The person is a limited concept and thus is limited in its doing. Its nature is division and division is its action.

Even the universality of love becomes limited and measurable to friends, lovers, and family,

or distorted in its allegiances to such beliefs as associations, nations, and religions.

But the absolute self is pure potentiality: undivided, universal, and real.

2. To help is your very nature. Even when you eat and drink you help your body. For yourself you need nothing. You are pure giving, beginningless, endless, inexhaustible.

Love is the nature of being. One takes care of the body. If injured, one attends to the injury.

A mother loves the child. The self is the source of all. Needing nothing and beyond all time,

I give water to the river of space and light to the earth of time.

3. When you see sorrow and suffering, be with it. Do not rush into activity. Neither learning nor action can really help.

Suffering and its sorrow requires nothing but being. Personal action arrives from the place of desire

and wants immediate action. Unconditional love is patient. Neither specialized knowledge nor targeted striving can help.

4. Be with sorrow and lay bare its roots—helping to understand is real help.

Only being silent with sorrow as compassionate love deconstructs the roots of an occluding belief

revealing an understanding light, true medicine of wisdom.

My Practice

It's come to this. The world is mind, and being in the world is like a dream, its forces being memory, transformation, love, and karma.

Everyone is just a secondary character, most of whom exhibit great divisional peculiarities, the worst of which is selfishness,

a manipulative attempt to manifest their personal desires. It is, in essence, what black magic really is. I know this to be true because

each one is just a mirror of myself, and though I know the mathematics of division, when I interact with people in this play,

I feel those age-old forces tugging at me too. And so I stay in Pleasant Valley like a recluse Chinese poet drinking wine or playing with myself

like Ikkyu of Kyoto does, writing what becomes revealed while going further in this forest toward the sky. I try to leave most everyone alone

but love them like the living pieces of my great mosaic mirror when I allow myself to play within this dream of me and you.

The Diamond Sutra says a bodhisattva saves the world by knowing there's no world to save. So that intention is my latest practice on the way.

Door Way

One is

afraid

to be one

and so

there's people.

It doesn't matter

what you think

the world to be—

the world is what

you think.

Being

isn't part

of any poly-

nomial equation.

Astonishing

alliances are

formed in all-

embracing

consciousness.

Personal memory

demands payment of

legal tender

in the form of

being

to keep one

safe and secure.

Sadness is

like feeling

all is one

but thinking

one's all alone.

Fear is feeling

all is love

but thinking

another wants

to finish me.

The world is what

we think

but I feel like

a whole

lotta

love.

If one is

being

and being is

absolute—

there is no then.

Thought is always one-sided.

It's either

do or

s
a
m
a
d
h
i

Mountain.

No mountain.

Way.

Releasing the Birds of Mythology

Words describe experience as translated thru one's localized mythology. No mythology is alike and much is lost in translating a translation. Nisargadatta in I Am That is actually dozens of Nisargadattas in translation thru dialogues. When one gets close to 'yours,' others open. As various translations are seen through, consciousness speaks to consciousness.

Localized mythologies gets one through the long day's journey thru the night. Seeing thru one's mythology is the work of personal deconstruction. Transforming one's mythology is the work of clarification. Not knowing one keeps a localized mythology is as good a definition of delusion as there is.

Experiential mythologies utilizing names such as awareness and consciousness are still mythologies. If this is unseen, it's just another belief. And one holding to the myth of scientific materialism as if it's not a myth: what a tangled web one is weaving. Don't even get me started on the dangerous lunacies of religion.

Scientific theories of theoretical physicists are inconspicuous mythologies and evident swindles. Here’s another. Every person, every conditioned localized aspect of universal consciousness, is a universe to oneself, and the black hole connecting each one is love. Such a transformation of mythology is named Opening the Window.

Experiencing: Being and Unknowness

Being is the river and only the river knows the source. When the dream jumps in, splash!

Leave belief behind and feel experiential. Thinking is the memory of light but feeling is still the light, although diminished.

In experience, the dandelions are exploding on the southern slope above the exponential sunlight in the wide expanse of river.

I am the experiential and the experiential is what I am. This is not a special knowledge. This is the only knowledge.


The world is an image in memory, mistaken to be, alive, but it's not my fault I caught this virus. Forgive yourself and see.

Knowledge must return and learn to be before being the unknown. Consciousness is like a baby.

In being, what appears to be appears to be an appearance. A beautiful plan is just a piece of paper to the fire of experience.

Life is a testament to being self-aware. Consciousness speaking to consciousness is like experience speaking to inexperience.

This is about the experiential and not the existential—that's not that. Love is the exception that always proves the rule.

One can only remember the door. One never remembers walking through it—so sudden!

This is Called Nine Names

Mistaking the current definition of a word for its usage in another spacetime rendering is another way of getting lost in translation. Definitions also transform. Obviously.


A wave becomes a frog becomes a wolf becomes an owl becomes a stormy Monday.

Yesterday is false. Tomorrow is a fantasy. Today is just the smoke of potentiality.

Note the two unstressed syllables in 'smoke of potentiality.' For prior to that, it's all iambic. Form is emptiness and emptiness is form.


A broken arrow once meant peace but now means accidental nuclear detonation. Thus all definitions pass.

Light of being is filtered by belief—or transformation frozen in the memory of mind—i.e. attachment—becoming an emotion—i.e. moving action.

This lack of self-awareness is an evolutionary step between the active known inanimate and non-doing of the great unknown.


Dragons only breathe out fire. Sages breathe it in. This is Tao of Thrones. Revisited.

It's not the nothing of atheism nor the something of religion, but this being that unknown which knocks me out in out in out in...

Suspending disbelief is practice for the seeing through belief as comedy is deconstruction. The popular is smoke. Esoteric is the fire.


I’d begin at the beginning, but there’s no beginning.

Instead, let me begin now.

By the way, every change in meter is a change in voice.


Remember, for every metaphor, there’s a vehicle and tenor.

In every Travis Bickle, there’s a Luciano Pavarotti.

Singing the song of self-awareness. Walt Whitman style or Emily Dickinson.


The grass reflects time. The recluse reflects space. The mirror is always Brahma, Vishnu, Shiva.

This is almost the end of the preface.

Now begins the apocalypse of Son Rivers.


John Lennon said war is over if you want it. This is dedicated to that spirit.

The world is what you think, believe, it is. So war is over when you think it is.

This is called Learning to Eat an Apple.


Remember death is just a concept and being is the only truth one knows.

This is called Utilizing Memory Efficiently.

It also makes an acronym.


Irony aside. Dying is easy. Deconstruction is hard.

This is called Primal Sutra.

Knowing when to stop deconstruction is not knowable. This is called Grace, Faith, or Trust. Depending what you call your self.


Dreaming lucidly is creating your own mythology. This experience is called Naming the Nameless.

In the Name of Only I Make Mountains Move.

That fine line between deconstruction and being that unknown is called Spontaneity or Sudden.


Only something knows how to believe in nothing. This is called Last House on the Left.

The world is either mirror or mystery. Clarity or mist. Subject or object. I or me. This is called It Is What It Is.

This is called This Is Called.


Number Nine

Signs of the Revelation

At Dunkin Donuts,

I was saying to a friend

I finally accepted what I am

within this dream of nature.

I'm a songbird

and songbirds sing.

Later, driving home,

listening to Open Source

on public radio,

I heard an interview

with John Luther Adams,

not John Coolidge Adams,

who is saying birdsong is

his primal inspiration.

Synchronicity is music

of this universal consciousness

and that goes deeper

than primordial baptism.

Such a sign is confirmation

I am singing what I am.

The Self-Awareness Game

Practice paying mindful attention. Dream lucidly and creatively. Only self-awareness shall spontaneously evolve!

This is the self-awareness game: dreaming what the world shall be. And it is written that shall is such a timeless word.

Now is the time for some beauty. Imagine spring. The daffodils bow to the winter and then. They say nothing gold can stay. But quicksilver shall.

I was raised in the church of fear and loathing. Only thought is deconstructed. Being is immortal space.

To take things personally is the original misdeed of universal consciousness appearing localized. Being is where potentiality is.

We were conditioned to be mountains. And then you saw the mountain is conditioned. I am the mountain. I am the sky.

Belief is magic. Desire is enchantment. I am in the world. My prayer: may they all see that I am not what we believed us to be.

Like kissing every thought before it becomes belief. Like balancing deep sleep and the ordinary mystic. Self-awareness! What else is there?

Alone and Drinking Under a New Moon

Lately a week feels like seven days.

And April has a tendency to freeze frame.

So I wouldn't say this is enlightenment

but I've deconstructed so much bullshit

I can see it in another almost instantly.

This makes it difficult for new relationships

and all the old ones have gone South

to die or be with loving grandchildren.

I like the Chinese poets and their way with wine.

I choose a stout instead seeking moderation

only because I value benefits of deep sleep.

This is where the poem will take a turn.

The absolute unknown is what I am

and every night I like to circle back

to pure awareness, black as Tao,

completely lost to memory or moon.

This is why Li Po jumped in the pond.

Tao. The Poem. Verse 28 to 36.

28.

Know splendor—

abide in obscurity—

return to the natural.

When something uncut

is split, it is used.

But a sage is unhewn and divides nothing.

29.

One can’t improve

the world—

it’s perfect spirit.

One’s hot—then cold.

Strong—weak.

On—off.

So a sage avoids indulgence in extremes.

30.

As armies occupy,

thorns arise.

The adept are resolute,

but never favor force—

for things gone overgrown decay.

That isn’t the Way.

31.

Weapons are tools of misfortune—

the sage avoids them.

When many are killed—

clearly mourn them.

But even in a victory—

observe it with a funeral.

32.

Tao is ever nameless—

none command it.

Rain falls without an order.

Make rules—

names rise—

stop!

Tao in use is like a river flowing to the sea.

  

33.

To know others—

wise.

To know self—

enlightened.

To overcome others—

strong.

To overcome self—

all-powerful.

To not be lost in status—

enduring.

To die yet not die—

immortal.

34.

Tao

floods all directions.

All rely on it for being

yet it claims no name.

Thus a sage not acting for oneself

accomplishes greatness.

35.

Whoever follows the Great Image

enjoys peace.

Song and cake entice the passersby

to stop.

But the Way is tasteless—

never seen, heard, or exhausted.

36.

To weaken—first brace.

To take—give.

This is Dark Light.

Soft breaks hard.

Fish aren’t caught in depths.

A nation’s weapon is its peaceful villages.

Tao. The Poem. Verse 19 to 27.

19.

Abandon knowledge, morality, and profit—

people will thrive.

Yet one more item is crucial:

hold to the unhewn—

self erodes, desires fade.

 

20.

What’s the difference between good and bad?

People conform—they’re all so full!

I’m homeless and useless with the mind of a fool.

I nurture on the Mother.

21.

Tao alone is truth.

Formless—it holds an image.

Indistinct—it shelters fact.

Hidden—it embraces essence.

How do I know? It tells me.

22.

Yield—

and be whole.

As hollow—

so filled.

Thus the sage embraces unity.

Not self-absorbed—

self-evident.

Not empty talk—

the way to the whole.

23.

Speak sparingly as nature—

wind and rain doesn’t storm all day.

To follow Tao is to be Tao.

In gain be gain, in loss, loss.

In Tao trust.

24.

On tiptoes, one can’t stand.

Showing off, one doesn’t shine.

For one on the Way, it’s called

excess food and a tiring pace.

Never indulge.

25.

Before all—

there was something silent,

empty.

Name?

Call it Tao.

Humans follow earth

follows heaven

follows Tao.

Tao follows itself.

26.

Firm—root of light.

Still—lord of the wilderness.

Sages walk with resources near—

calm amid lookouts.

Lightly—lose footing.

Wildly—lose direction.

27.

Perfect action is not undone.

Students are enshrouded light.

Teachers employ that fact

or lack all resources—

simply confusion!

So a sage sees subtly