Ode to Eight Eight Seven Renga

The actuality of self-awareness leaves behind

a trail of human beings,

as if exhaust were form, and intake, emptiness.

Accordingly, scientific materialism is a way about the past

as religious fundamentalism is a way about the future.

But neither is Tao.

In other words,

the mountain didn't make the sky and the sky doesn't make the mountain.

Spontaneity is a motherless child.

Spontaneity! Like absolute awareness being self-aware

and in this singular knowing is that unknowing all—

true meditation, real contemplation, as it is.

Snowflakes, Cherry Blossoms, Thunderstorms, Chrysanthemums— 

transformation is the beautiful speech of light,

relatively speaking.

Finally, self-awareness is absolute love,

and all other loves are either 

the colorful gods within its spectrum

or she's like a rainbow being—

beautiful being is the only concept knowable,

and in its unconditional truth, 

the clouds are parting.

So a rose is a red wheelbarrow is crimson

and clover in objectless awareness.

And self-awareness is 

the boundary-less boundary

within this dream state of these states of being.

Thus speaks 

the wordlessness 

of being—

like sand through an hourglass

intentionally resting in

that diamond of absolute awareness—

cicadas
of self-awareness

crying!

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