The Fresh Breeze of Knowledge

Ignorance appears in the seer as a superimposition, like a mirage in the desert or the snake in a rope, thanks to the veiling power of Maya.

As the veil of ignorance is removed by the fresh breeze of knowledge, the dissimilarity between the mask and the original face is revealed, dissolving and disappearing all such notions.

Hear the truth (sravana). Contemplate, meditate, ratify and confirm (manana). Affirm (nididhyasana) as to make firm that confirmation. And reaffirm each day.

a. Nonduality

Nonduality is like religion until realized. Not that there’s anything wrong with that.

Materialism is a belief too. But it only goes as far back as the big bang. Nonduality goes beyond this to that.

This nonduality as a religion utilizes both psychological and phenomenal myth in order to deconstruct all myth

thereby realizing one’s true self is the godhead and one’s real world is the primordial ground and that this atman is that brahman.

b. Fundamental Nonduality

As in any kind of religion, there are fundamentalists in nonduality too. Whatever.

There will always be the ones believing such myths to be the literal truth and not just straw men to be knocked down. We could never kill the buddha.

Look, seeing through the buddhi is difficult enough. Tattvamasi is not the starting line but the finish.

You still have to run the marathon. Neo-advaita is like Rosie Ruiz, god bless her.

c. On my 19th nervous nom de plume day

There is universal consciousness in which individual consciousness is the height of ignorance. What you can’t kill, you worship.

Universal consciousness is the manifestation of Brahman wielding Maya in the name of Self-awareness. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.

on my sailor sakura / in monteverde cherry danish / signed with love, son rivers

d. For Henry David

I lived with Henry David for a year. He loves Nature as much as he loves Emerson. And he loves Waldo as much as he loves his self.

They were reading the Wilkins Gita before it was popular in the west. Like a century before. As Henry was known to say, "to some extent, and at rare intervals, even I am a yogi."

That’s great it starts with Passaconaway, Black Elk, Ancient Puebloan ruins, the living Toltec, Don Miguel Ruiz, Eckhart Tolle, Krishnamurti, Adyashanti, Ramana Maharshi, Nisargadatta Maharaj, and the Drg Drsya Viveka.

e. Sometimes a great irene

The recent cold didn't kill the local cherry trees this year. This is just about their northern extent although I hear they have Canada in their sights, sigh.

Sometimes in America the cherry blossoms are sakura. Sometimes sakura is like Basho haiku. 

Sometimes Basho gets a great notion to splash and disappear y'all.

f~Splash Basho~

Recent cold didn't kill the local cherry blossoms.

This is just about their northern boundary

although I hear Canada is in our sights, sigh.

Original sakura

and sublime haiku—

Basho thrives in every splash!