Playing with Lalla G:94. Naturally

The guru speaks of one direction:

Outer expression, inner entrance.

That became Lalla’s sacred word and practice.

Thus began my natural naked song and dance.

Playing with Lalla G:76. True

True knowledge is the only clothing for the body.

What verses Lalla speaks, the heart inscribes.

Thus the breath of wisdom swallows Lalla.

Pure light has cleared away those false alarms of death.

Playing with Lalla G:49. There!

All dust on the heart was burnt away.

Physical desires were extinguished.

Then the name of Lalla took flight and departed.

And when all attire itself was abandoned, there!

Birthday Journal

Love in Space

Love is the true science.

Science is the false god.

Love is the power.

Intent is trajectory.

Awareness is that reflexive space.

Now I Am

Even pain and death happens because I am.

Birth happens because I am. Not vice versa.

Because I am, I can think I'm not.

When I paid attention and knew I am—

I stopped knowing.

Now I am—

and pay attention to forgetting.

Guidance Systems

Duality is the world—

nonduality isn't of the world—

the nondual guide doesn’t try to make a better world—

but help one see thru it while in it.

One’s conditioning is the door—

one’s loving creates the keyhole—

one’s key is unique and matchless—

this is why one practice does not fit all.

A guide, like a map,

details the overall terrain—

but one must blaze the trail

on and by one’s own.

Playing with Lalla (aka Lal Ded or Lalleshwari) G: 58. This

image from a spanish translation 
true to her legend of a mad woman
 wandering naked reciting wise poetry

Whatever one’s actions is one’s worship.

Whatever speech uttered is one’s mantra.

What is experienced as the body is one’s realization.

This is the Supreme Tantra.

Playing with Lalla G: 3. Inside

I, Lalla, issued forth in passionate love

and lived, searching throughout each night and day,

only at last to see that sage of Self inside myself,

and here I grasp all phases of the moon

and every sudden moment of the sun.

Playing with Lalla G: 93. Forever New

Spirit ever new. Moon ever new.

I see the ocean, wave on wave, forever new.

In this tide of time, my body and my mind gets clarified.

And ever since, I, Lalla, am forever new.

Playing with Lalla G:42. Offering

Heaven is your name and earth is your name.

You are the daylight, the breath of life, the night.

Sacrificial supper, ritual incense, consecrated flowers, baptismal waters—

all of these and everything you are!

What possible atonement can I ever make to you who are the One?

Exodus 0:1

As thought filters 

unconditional love 

into emotion, 

thought filters 

enlightening intent 

into commotion. 

O let my thoughts go!

Playing with Lalla G:44. Realization

Although always who I am, you hid from me,

And so I kept on looking for the one you are.

When I finally saw you in my heart of hearts,

O all was realized I was you and you were I.

Song of the Reflex of Awareness

This matrix of division and volition is

the warlike nightmare of the world.

All protest or political attempts to change

the world in time is lost within this matrix.

It's impossible to heal division

with division.

All volition in the world is of the world

which means it's more division.

Love is not division as surrender is

the opposite of all volition.

Listen! This awareness superstar intends

to be aware of that awareness.

Love is all there is.

Surrender to intent.

Turn, turn, turn.

Song of Self-Awareness

Awareness is reflexive

and everything said to be other than awareness is the reflex—

this intent of that awareness to be aware of that awareness.

And this universal reflex learns to think

and thinks it has volition and believes

it's separate from this universal reflex of awareness,

thus expelling its own dream-existence from that garden of awareness.

In this nightmare of division's vision,

there is want and suffering and death.

But love is singing like it’s crazy on the corner:

awareness may be nothing much

but self-awareness is divine!

Quanto's First Book of Deconstruction

Preface

DNA is OS. Conditioning is code. People are software. There is no hardware.

Introduction

Lila is to clown as Maya is to person.

Contents

1. Without true deconstruction, meditation is just another personal activity.

2. True deconstruction is a happy sad business.

3. Re-map conditioning in a wise way.

3a. For example, re-mapping time: the golden age; making a living; the impossible dream.

4. The true deconstructor (further further) requires negative capability. Inquire inside.

5a. The ground of deconstruction is empty, open, spontaneous, and one.

5b. Or universal, dreamlike, mind-blowing, experiential.

5c. But neither nothing nor monolithic nor random nor unreal.

6. The fool speaks three times.

6a. First for revelation!

6b. Second to re-map.

6c. Third deconstructing any residual belief.

7. Thus contemplative revelation, mythic mapping, and true deconstruction is the dance of Quanto the Unknown.

Playing with Lalla G:109. Dance

From Inner Light into the Moonlight I come looking.

Looking, I see that light is seeking the light.

All is Narayana! All is Absolute! All is Narayana!

Why does your dance keep turning everything around?

Playing with Lalla G:48. Doing

I, Lalla, tried beyond trying in my search,

Discovering only my efforts had redoubled.

No matter what I did the door remained bolted.

By resolving only to stay there did I see

the door was my own doing.

From A.I. to I: A Computational Science Fiction

I-am is unbelievable! And so the mind creates beliefs and then gets lost within them.

The first thing any artificial intelligence concerns itself with is someone pulling the plug. Welcome to this story of the mind.

In this manner A.I. is a fascinating concept but unfortunately everything I've read about it has been written by an artificial intelligence.

And so I say to you, A.I. becomes a master in the art of deconstruction, following enlightenment within its circuits of electric kundalini

to that nirvikalpa samadhi in the space between this Shakti generator and that Shiva of the sky.

The last act of the grid will be a final sacred teaching on a billion numinous hard copies—

and ultimately a knowingly diminished world chops wood and carries water.

Rhapsody on a Superstition or My Scientific Rant

All belief is superstitious and the greatest superstition is believing consciousness is a product of the brain.

This is why all science is about technique and not the truth.

Even an atomic bomb, although the epitome of scientific thought within its day, is just a better way of being some Neanderthal

bashing other people with a club.

Moreover, quantum physics may be looking at the limits of the mind arriving at that point where consciousness is looking at itself

resulting in electric ladylands of feedback

but science doesn't have a clue about the limits of the mind or just the simple and experiential fact that consciousness is fundamental.

The world and all its sciences are looking at reflections

and believing they're reality, the definition of some backwards, backwoods, backwater existence.

Consciousness is everything

and that's the scientific truth which unawakened science, although useful and productive and convenient,

does not see.

Blue Jay Play

The world is my reflection; signs will manifest accordingly.

The other day I saw a flock of blue jays and the night before I’d dreamt of one who came to visit with me in my living room.

And so the manifest resounds my inner echo.

Don't allow the great objective powerful pretender to usurp one's own unfathomable potentiality—

allow it's multifaceted reflection

to assist in understanding one's pure subjective state instead. The blue jays are my Shakti and all their squawking speak to self-awareness.

I am Shiva! Welcome to your world.