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!