One of the benefits of a leafless season starting in
November is the woods across the way empty—and thru lucidity the river
sparkles! Part one.
The sirens of the world enticing me with all their
advantageous knowledge in exchange for unavailing love and wisdom—
they promise wealth or possibly world peace, whatever floats
your boat. For war and peace is equally delusional.
Awakening of deconstruction is the only worthwhile wealth of
mind. Only resting in that meditative and contemplative sky of absolution is
there tranquility of silence. Opposite, pacifists and warriors create the yin and yang of such duality.
This is actually the dance of Maya called Samsara—don’t be fooled again says Who. Part two.
there tranquility of silence. Opposite, pacifists and warriors create the yin and yang of such duality.
This is actually the dance of Maya called Samsara—don’t be fooled again says Who. Part two.
I remind myself there's just myself again and again and
again. This is called versification.
And in the world of temporality, tonight is the
longest night. And full frost moon to boot!
O November night as daylight savings time is deconstructed and the meta-paradigm of a scientific and material world
is dropped for one sacred
hour, science is conceptual only, as economics is material only, and both are but appearances
in Consciousness only. I cannot emphasize this fact enough. Consciousness is the
only knowledge known.
What passes for knowledge in the world is knowledge of the
world. That is the joke behind every koan.
Do not ask what is the meaning of life. Ask
what is the grass? For Joshu answers dogshit! Part three.
Yes, no view on views, but on this longest night with full
frost moon, what about a revelation?
Manifestation is the deepest deconstruction in awakening as
contemplative meditation is the deepest sleep of absolution.
Part four.
I am manifesting this world now to remind myself
I’m not the mirror of the mind but pure awareness as reflecting in this being
only.
Call this Alice Through the Looking Glass or The
Platform Sutra. I call it Consciousness Only. I am that I am.
Manifestation is not an error nor is it evil, as failure to
learn is also neither. Just teach your parents better in the next light of day.
Part five.
Listen. Fake worlds have real news. William Carlos Williams
calls it poetry. William Blake calls it prophecy. Christ calls it tantra, love.
John Keats beautifully says, beauty is truth. Truth, beauty.
But here and now I say this art of manifesting is the law of self-inquiry—
one calls it negative capability or says it's positive
deconstruction. Lucid dreaming works in mysterious ways.
Part seven.