third koan

after the tree frogs  but before the crickets, there's a full stop of silence.

actually there's no dividing being but there's thinking it,

only being is knowing. dividing knowledge is the stuff of all illusions, dreams, soliloquies, and other existentialist philosophies.

it beats all that scientific materialism is the latest anti-christ

but love is always love.

love is neither material nor personal but consciousness talking to consciousness. everything else is just appearances in this consciousness.

by the way, everyone I ever loved is always by my side informing me they're always here.

love transforms but never dies, look. one is oneself only. and love is only oneself remembering this, together.

one can take the bhakti way

and one can take the via negativa.

but one is one despite what yellow road within the wood is taken.

which road shall I go down tonight?

the unsinkable always sinks.

the unthinkable is better left unsaid, my love.

the past is bad memory. the future is good imagination.

whatever the latest scientific division of time is, it isn't now.

the resignation of richard nixon. that moment when you walked "across the room / you make my heart go / boom boom boom" jackie wilson said

no future. only the great intent of nowe like true north.

if one is working with the power of love in the name of great intent and loving love is the power of two, then imagine the power of a trinity!

instead of scientific materialism, let's try curiouser and curiouser, children.

i surrender in the name of great intent.

ego therefore I'm gone.

respect the concept of the universe while being universal.

listen. enlightenment is just another name for self-awareness. but belief is known by ten thousand names.

write as if

four walls—ten thousand

memories—no views on views

on ten thousand views

o grand canyon o

yosemite black and white

matsushima o!

on christian contemplation

footnotes to the second koan of unknowing

And commentary...

As it is is not what I was taught but get over it.

"That alone, the Absolute, You, Know! and not this which they worship."

Sometimes I live in the river.

Sometimes I live on the riverbank.

Sometimes I get a great notion

to drop body-mind—fade to blank.

Great intent

appears as good

or bad to those

who live within

the world of yin

and yang. But know

the Book of Job 

and who am I?

The fountain of youth is simply being.

I discovered myself in Acadia

and believed its mountains

and great gray sea

was me, and so

returned

almost every single

New England season.

It was after Sky City but before Santa Fe.

Coyote on Interstate 40!

I am...unborn.

Loon, wind, water. Maine!

the second koan of unknowing

not to state

the obvious

nor divide

the indivis-

ible,

but this

is how

I see

that—

not exactly

infinite

but quite

spontaneous.

obviously

indivisible,

practically unknown.

as it has been written,

so it is I write.

for this

is my gospel of

intent.

every sacrifice

and desire

are fractions of

intent.

if one

were to

sudden-

ly

awaken,

i

would

be

lucid.

nothing is lost.

nothing is found.

(not to state the obvious nor divide the indivisible, but this is how I see that—not exactly infinite but quite spontaneous. obviously indivisible, practically unknown. as it has been written, so it is I write. for this is my gospel of intent. every sacrifice and desire are fractions of intent. if one were to suddenly awaken, I would be lucid. nothing is lost. nothing is found.)

footnote to the first koans of unknowing

follow your god until that god is seeing through you

The First Koans of Unknowing

The commonwealth of our conditioning. The specialty of my expertise. The singularity of oneself. The perfect absolution.

And I’m saying to myself there'll never be a scientific singularity. There is being though. And all science is appearing in this consciousness.

Don't let it go to your head. Respect the heart of great intent.

Manifest as if one's self-evolving

Sooner or later, you must kill Jesus. And rest in one's own Buddha nature.

For all intents and purposes, one must render unto trump every normal playing card. All that's left for one is just the joker.

This evolutionary process of self-awareness assists in every turn and in direct proportion to one's faith in such an evolution of awareness.

(It may not be rocket science but it's not nothing.)

Sex and drugs are all well and good within the middle way. But money and security is the root of all extreme unconsciousness.

Go at your own speed but always see one's going. This may involve some current kind of therapy. Guru, priest, psychologist—whatever it takes.

There comes a time on a steep mountain path when the barrier of knowing one will never reach the summit is supplanted by the fact one is.

Staying on the path of one's own choosing is devotion to original intent. It is only through this individual and unconditional way that that is that.

Entitled No Name for Tao

Unknow. And know.

Put your babbling where your brook is.

The mind can deconstruct. Only the heart can unincorporate.

Sunset. Sunrise.

A sudden southern total solar eclipse in August.

The dark side of the moon only appears in a certain light.

Belief befall.

The empire of July and August is divided by December.

The varieties of rain. The spectrum of sunlight.

Science is just another new religion.

Real mythologies know there is no answer.

Between infinity and nothing is an open zero.

Listening to one, I get the zero.

Gazing at all, I feel full.

O! And m is the thirteenth letter of this post-progressive sudden and spontaneous phenomenon.

For every enlightened soul, an insect bites.

Dreaming as if July is Alive

If the car is like the body and the steering wheel is like the mind, who is driving? Note: the passenger is but a dream.

One's conditioning is like a well-oiled perpetual motion machine—until unconditional love is raining cats and dogs and beautiful babies.

I am nobody but love is what I am. Call me the song of self-awareness. Belief is disease but love is not a cure.

I have seen the best identify with deconstruction but the only identity is love and identity is not the best.

Love the ones I love. Surrender all ideas about some universal love. Four years is critical. Seven years is apocalyptic.

Pay the electric bill. Buy spring water. It's either karma or nothing. Otherwise, everything is unbelievable.

The art of being human is the fact of following my love. The god of all conditioning requires your insignificant sacrifice, earthling.

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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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