chiro 8

chiro 7

Epistle to I & Chorus

So a full moon is lower in the summer sky than a winter one because ecliptic plane.

the full moon is in less than two hours and counting

There is one way. My way. But it’s not a fascist way. Your way will unavoidably vary. Until i see there’s only me, it’s just like tea for two. And that way of the self, by the self, for the self, shall not perish from the self.

no buddha, no dharma, no sangha

Nobody nobody nobody but i, nobody can do (Tao Te Ching) like i do. I was born the day i spoke my name but i'm a pre-existing unconditional and unborn.

there are no words for my third stanza

The primary egg is never cracked. Every surface fracture is projection. "Honor be to Hiawatha! He has slain the great Pearl-Feather, Slain the mightiest of Magicians, Him, who sent the fiery fever, Sent the white fog from the fen-lands, Sent disease and death among us!"

on the shores of get me give me

The primary thought is a secondary character. I shot the shiva but i did not shoot the deputy. War, children, is just a thought away. What is it god for?

it’s my manifestation and i’ll laugh if i want to

I celebrate myself and sing myself for i am unbelievable! I am writing to forget and remember to forget. If you meet the buddha on the road, love him and leave him, no regrets coyote.

~it's not your brain, it's just the flame. from fame.~

This is my thirteenth life. This is self-awareness. There is no final judgment, Michelangelo. There is a final question, Maharaj. Will i still be myself tomorrow?

i am me as i forget i am as pure awareness is this self-awareness goo goo g'joob

Like the distant fireworks in my ear tonight. I provide the play-by-play projection. Gravity is the first sign of duality and the last refuge of religion.

no one making no commitment to anyone but oneself

Freedom is another word for nothing left but i. Self-reliance isn't of the world. Stripers or perch, stripers or perch, stripers or perch.

drop world. carry story.

I have a question. Why does it take 20 minutes for night vision to kick in? How long does it take to unlearn what one was taught? Always be be deconstructing. Drive Furthur, Cynthia

out of nowhere, Nisargadatta

All religions talk to you. Not i. I am not your matrix. P.S. I love you.

as i write whatever

not naturalism nor eternalism nor nihilism nor half nor empty. no view on views. the correct view.

Epistle to I

So a full moon is lower in the summer sky than a winter one because ecliptic plane.

There is one way. My way. But it’s not a fascist way. Your way will unavoidably vary. Until i see there’s only me, it’s just like tea for two. And that way of the self, by the self, for the self, shall not perish from the self.

Nobody nobody nobody but i, nobody can do (Tao Te Ching) like i do. I was born the day i spoke my name but i'm a pre-existing unconditional and unborn.

The primary egg is never cracked. Every surface fracture is projection. "Honor be to Hiawatha! He has slain the great Pearl-Feather, Slain the mightiest of Magicians, Him, who sent the fiery fever, Sent the white fog from the fen-lands, Sent disease and death among us!"

The primary thought is a secondary character. I shot the Shiva but i did not shoot the deputy. War, children, is just a thought away. What is it god for?

I celebrate myself and sing myself for i am unbelievable! I am writing to forget and remember to forget. If you meet the buddha on the road, love him and leave him, no regrets Coyote.

This is my thirteenth life. This is self-awareness. There is no final judgment, Michelangelo. There is a final question, Maharaj. Will i still be myself tomorrow?

Like the distant fireworks in my ear tonight. I provide the play-by-play projection. Gravity is the first sign of duality and the last refuge of religion.

Freedom is another word for nothing left but i. Self-reliance isn't of the world. Stripers or perch, stripers or perch, stripers or perch.

I have a question. Why does it take 20 minutes for night vision to kick in? How long does it take to unlearn what one was taught? Always be be deconstructing. Drive Furthur, Cynthia.

All religions talk to you. Not i. I am not your matrix. P.S. I love you.

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chiro 6

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chiro 3

chiro 2

30-June-2017

It's that orange daylily 

time of year 

prefiguring fireworks 

of the Fourth of July

and I'm as independent 

as I ever was, 

alone and seldom lonely, 

like I like it, 

or at least the way 

I've always made it be, 

because, 

I'm sorry people, 

I really know no better. 

chiro 1

29-June-2017

driving river road

there’s nothing new

on the river today—

same old water,

same reflections,

same on the other side.

i did begin to think my car

was making some new

unwanted noise however.

but it just turns out

the car behind me needs

a serpentine belt replacement

or maybe just a tightening

of my focus.

11

eleven news

war is ever new thought against all old thought

as no thought is not a shot away

of self by self for self so help me god

perspective. perspective. perspective

thanks for the memories

no words for way

name that thing!

hall of the mountain king. queen of the void.

nowhere

one eye

insight

number nine. heraclitus. buddha.

divide by tao

self-awareness is eleven

The News According to Suite July

Naked fuse.

I've got waves in low places.

The history of the world is always about old money vs. virtual money.

2 monks looking at the ground. 1 says snake!

The other replies it's just some rope.

The 6^th son says neither snake nor rope.

Consciousness?

Pure awareness, awareness reflected in consciousness, and consciousness

is the holy trinity.

I love the sound of night rain falling on summer leaves.

It smells like evolutionary self-awareness.

news
is to poetry as

william carlos williams is
to a fourth of july red wheelbarrow

in the land of silence,
evolutionary self-awareness
is intent upon apocalyptic words...

Matty told Hatty, Ouroboros, Ouroboros, Ouroboros!

As on the extreme altar of consciousness,

I burn my sacred eyes—

for an eye can never see oneself.

mountain laurel sand

dunes leaves of grass california

dreaming creation deconstruction shiva

shakti shiva tech-tonic shifts of manifestation

Open field. Insert self.

Stay Still

Imagine

there's no separation

and the universe is one

being self-aware—

it's easy if I try because it's true.

And I have this great notion I am.

So fractal me this.

To escape the fear,

one has to hike the highest mountains.

To see through fear—

stay still.

Wood by Frogs

Being is the center of all candy.

Candy temporarily stops thought.

It's like material meditation.

Swallow only after tasting being.

The point of being is

forgetting and the point of this

forgetting is self-awareness.

Forgetting is dreaming.

Dreaming is that which never forgets.

Thought is all about survival. Not being.

Thought is to fear as love is to being

as paranoia is to paradox.

Render unto love your being

is the crucifixion and the resurrection.

Listen. The world is the ultimate hack.

The antidote is always love.

It's not about dying before dying

but being through the fear.

Never believe.

Self-inquiry is the only doctorate.

Listen. The Powwow River

falling over original rocks—

this is always Native America.

Drop body-mind. Be Hopi.

And the Hopi know their martyrs.

No pictures please.

It takes seventeen

syllables to break the code.

Earth wind and fire!

I hear fireworks like thunder

on the beach tonight.

There's an eastern wind.

Variety is the revolution.

Being is the flag.

Wood frogs.

Ode to Myself

Ignorance isn't bliss.

Stuck between abyss

and a deep state.

But not of the world,

by the world, and

for the world.

Mind moves.

Waves sea.

The way I see,

it's all about myself.

Long division

is another name

for memory.

World war three.

Meet the new math.

Same as the old math.

And love isn't otherworldly.

Love is out of this world.

Like

myself.

Begin at the beginning.

To be.

First infinitive.

Conceptual foundation

for the dreaming.

I am and never is.

Such is self-awareness.

First self.

Best self.

Myself.

Pure awareness

being

self-aware.

This takes

a universe of space

and an evolution of time.

But what the hell.

I've got nowhere

special to be,

myself.

Study Questions for 21st Century Acid Test

1. What do the characters of love and zero have in common?

2. Where is self-awareness in that spectrum?

3. If science assumes the universe is divided, and,

the universe is, by definition, not divided,

then isn't the ground of science shaky?

4. Nevertheless let me show you a picture of my granddaughter living

lovingly in exile in the middle of Virginia.

5. As if the Tao of Dante is like some enchanted horse is pissing in the ear of Basho.

6. The walrus did it.

7. I recently read that koans shed their cells every seven years.

8. Philosophy is change. Wisdom will cost you your last dollar. That's how spirituality functions in the material world. Take it or leave it.

9. DM me.

Twenty-First Century Acid Test

Love is a zero-letter word.

Love is an early sign of self-awareness.

Love is the universe before division thought

it was the subject to be taught.

Love is the image of my daughter

with her daughter and that great embrace

of all fertility goddesses to their left and to their right.

In the middle of our song of love,

I come to myself within a dark wood

where the straight way begins and ends.

As every second is the sign of one.

So what exactly is

the sound of cutting off our left trees

to save my right face?

Heraclitus never changes.

Change is emptiness.

Form is climate.

Nein

That I am not I am is the ultimate deconstructing neti neti koan psalm and parable. Holy apparition Batman, it's hard to believe but it's all good. Awareness isn't self-aware without the spelling of unawareness.

An unconscionable thing happens on the way of consciousness. And forgiveness is another way of saying I forgot. Turn on, bleach, and repeat.

Wood frogs before fireflies. Poetry before lightning bugs. Janis before swine. Here's another piece of my heart.

One great love exploding into disco balls. Or Jackie Wilson Said. Kingdom of Heaven. Red Queen of Wonderland. Awareness being self-aware. Get over it.

Length, width, and depth are the names of one dimension. Here without thirst. Now without a second. It's neither do what you love or love what you do—Love Does. Just try to understand.

June and the north is jumping. I don't know but Alaska. Form is transformation and emptiness is climate change.

Time  abbreviates. Space amplifies. Alton Bay and reds. The slow loud sounds of a summer night. In the egg. Not of the mescaline.

That one night of falling stars over midnight half moon lake. Silent night. Black hole night. All for one and one for all.

Of the moon. Not in the watery half moon. Frogs before crickets. June before August. Wooly Bully.

By being anything imaginable, I know what I’m not. Of firecrackers and the mouths of frogs. Something this way Moby Dick.

To be now or not, that is self-inquiry. Listen. Do you want to know the secret? Great intent is doing like a pendulum does.

A light year is like the speed of unawareness being self-aware. You will know division by the hat it wears. Love the one you're with as if yourself because why not?

Arjuna is the way of the warrior. Krishna is the way of the lover. Even the Gita is a koan.

999

1. think of.

2. feel as.

not of the dreamworld

but as dream being.

open head. swallow whole.

love

the day.

be

the night.

to the personal,

the absolute is death.

but consciouness builds the body now

like the grateful dead built their sound system

circa 1973. design by owsley.

can you even believe a speaker thinking it's the music!

as one is every idea imaginable. ten trillion galaxies. one flower.

and self-awareness is

the universe of pure awareness.

in the way

of the bird,

one being,

and

procreant

urge

without

check,

not even nothing.

imagining one

one is not

divided and one is not

without—

there is nothing

but vast integrity;

there is nothing

but high fidelity;

there is nothing

but the deepest whole.

for one is

the greatest concept

ever imagined—

all other concepts form

a thick and delusional fog

emanating from

one’s primal energy.

thus if imagining one to be

other than one is

the poison of conditioning,

then imagining one to be

one is

the quickest antidote.

.

Being in the core. Awareness from on high.

Awareness being self-aware is scientific myth—where science is just another story and mythology is fact articulated in the language of lies.

All thought is simply a virus like an Asiatic bittersweet vine and love is like the next tree over.

If the past is prologue, the preface is the way to original face. June and it's not easy being rare.

Forgive yourself. Heavy lies the crown of creation. Enjoy this ode to joy of June for there is where the absolute is living.

And the black hole sees itself within the sun. The Nova Scotia fog is lifting.

The colors of a dream after waking to the fact that black is white or vice versa.

Dropping off body and mind is like a flower. The fragrance of true eyes. In the name of pure awareness and all projection.

No preface. No afterword. See what. Touch who. Hear where. Smell when. Taste why.

Nothing but the net of now. Do you want to know a secret? Consciousness is the fountain of youth.

Different tribes. One truth. Anything other than one or zero thinks it's one or zero.

Growing old is my latest koan. Poetry isn't real. Late night perambulations. Trust is like a unicorn.

First there is belief but there's no belief but there's what there is. Love without check is instant karma.

Karma without love is a hungry ghost. The holy grail is not an object. The renaissance is all about perspective.

Nothing beats trump but no trump. Henry David Thoreau. Leo Tolstoy. Martin Luther King. Arjuna.

See through you. Like crossing the Mojave Desert. You can’t make a horse drink but you can’t lead a person to water either.

Act Nine

"The intention is to see the state of things in their correct perspective."

They're never going to catch the midnight rider. The eagle flies on Friday and Saturday I go out to play.

War is high division. And the workaday world is low war. Do not ask for whom the day remembers. The day is dreaming you.

Whatever isn't love is thought hiding as emotion. And philosophy is the blackest magic of all thoughts.

Love is that which thinks it's separate but knows it's not and thought is just a tool.

Joy is this child-like River Beyond adulteration. Joy is like the last number nine of number nine number nine number nine number nine.

Joy is my corrected vision. Joy is universal being without a personal check. And joy is a river overflowing its banks.

For joy is the default position. As if deep sleep is really what you are. And then you dreamt a big bad bang so I, pure awareness, am also self-aware.

Like take your stand on the highest ground you know. Dare to be embodied! No sin. No saint. No doing. Merit is intent. Being is Te of Tao.

The true trapper is like the Holy Trappist Who is waiting silently to be trapped. Like Thomas Merton at Polonnaruwa.

Learning to be is the final degree. Asking who am I is just like saying here I am. Sometimes you eat the snake and sometimes the snake eats you.

Heart Four

No Dream for Tao

You cannot eff the ineffable! You are not universal but I am. Deconstruction too begins at home.

As every wind cries Maya, my every shiver cries for Shakti. You say relativity. I say fake news.

If love is like the one perceiving double apperceiving all is single, zero is just that.

If free will can will what free will is free to will, then why isn't your free will just willing freedom?

It may be late May but where have all the frogs gone?  Altering consciousness is the scarlet letter.

All means of deconstruction rest outside the law but within love. And so I say unto myself, don't join them in division.

Unjoin them in one. Unjoin from your projection. Unjoin from the joint chiefs of staff god love them.

The personal is the little dream. Being is the big dream. No dream for Tao.

When the ghost of love appears, and questions if you know her, do not beg of her to listen.

Great love appears to be our tragedy but always is my comedy. Wilderness is in the eyes of the beholder. Mary and the silence of the frogs.

In the Mary month of May, mother of god, blessed be our flowering in self-awareness.

Remember, only the paradoxical is real. Three is the only paradoxical number that you've never seen. Blessed is the holy trinity of me you and I.

The personal is false. Truth is universal. Deconstruction is the holy spirit. But deconstruction without love is genocide.

Apple. Orange. Consciousness. Shiver as two. Feel like one. Let us dream as if pure awareness is being self-aware. Imagine that.

absolution if

There's absolutely no reason to know you're not. I like dreaming too. Like Always Dreaming v Classic Empire.

But it's as I am! Not all about me or as it is. Call me cloud computing. Or Ishmael.

The continent is my tail. The oceans are my mouth. Pangaea or Panthalassa. Black hole or big bang.

Zero one zero one zero one zero one. Broccoli or bacon. Paper or plastic.

Postmodernism means there is no meaning

but I am beyond meaning, Frankie Lee. As woke is prologue to awakening. Wednesday is prophecy. Saturday is revelation.

Love without deconstruction is Timothy Leary's dead. To repeat. Love is transmission. Transmision is being. Being is absolution.

If memory serves the great intent of the present. The holy ghost is that fleeting world where the unknown knows itself. Call it cherry blossom.

Call me cherry blossom. So call off the dogs of fear and enjoy. One is knowing oneself. Praise be!

Like the unknown knowing itself is as the world turns. Intent reminds. Whatever. First is love. So there is no second.

Thank you Socrates. Blessed is the valley of the Maharaj. Who iambic? Ten thousand causes. One result. No clue, amirite?

Feel the love and filter out the thought. Italicize this please. One two three four. Love love love love.

Act two. Always deconstruct before constructing. Love the one you love. Self-inquiry is the meaning of life. Who cares?

Deconstructing the Great White

There's nothing to be done but undo what has been done.

Being is universal and the visible universe is its body but the world is just its dream.

Or only the absolute is real and being is reflection, mirror, and objects closer than they appear. Yes, the frogs are strong tonight.

Where the buffalo Rome and the dearly infallible play at being Holy Father occupy the dream but resist identification.

In the desert, there are no trees to measure skeletons and skulls. In the rainforest, there are waterfalls to apperceive dependent origination.

Living in the city of the gods, there are skyscrapers and everything. Now you can call me Tao or you can call me I—but there are no words.

Abracadabra genesis of birth. Hocus-pocus apocalypse of death. Warning: nondual deconstruction may result in one befalling nothing.

The white bird sits in her golden cage unaware but she is feeling the burn.

The Self-awareness Project

People are not born. We are imagined. Pure awareness appearing to be unaware is self-awareness seeing through itself. 

This song and dance of consciousness is unbelievably phenomenal. On the final ascent of the western slope is seen the sea of dawnland.

This virtual reality is all about the one forgetting zero. As the emperor of greenleaf is the oriole. Bee the buzz. 

Because there's no beginning, you'll never know the end, even if it's all you think about. April mixes memory and May.

By deconstructing the personal, the universal is absolute. It's projection, stupid. 

Writing myself into the canyon of death rode the ten thousand. Enjoy the film. I can't remember being born but I was taught death. 

I read Frost and I read Jack Kerouac and loved them side by each. Stuck inside of Lowell with the Salem blues again. 

Quick brown fox only attendance is required. Empire feeds on the thought of death. 

Understanding consciousness appears to be the only way. Que sera sera. Keep on being until it doesn't hurt.