Snow Mind

The universe is in and of this consciousness. There’s nothing you can say or do that isn’t.

Despite appearances, the world does not go on without you. Each view is similar in its conditioning but different in its apprehension.

What is snow to me is not to you.

Within the deepest realm of sleep, this universe does not exist, and on awakening its memory loads. Again, this presence walks within the past.

The deeper science delves into the subatomic world the less subjective it appears. There's a certain feedback that results when one dissects oneself.

Affectionate Intent

Forgive them for we know not what we do;

conditioned first by parents who were first conditioned by their parents in a line of long conditioning that leads to some original conditioning so long ago,

we are like a stone enshrouded in the moss of thought and tangle of belief which set in motion rolls upon its unintended way collecting other thought and rough belief,

and like a pinball vector in some other automatic and involuntary way until we stumble on the way of great intent itself,

which strips us from each thought and disentangles all belief until now naked, empty and unborn, it moves us—

as love always is.

A Joke Wrapped in a Parody Inside Make-Believe

One is either on or off but never two or nothing. 

A fact like this is self-evident when clearly seeing as oneself. If not, one is divided by belief and feel a separation is existing where there’s none. 

Thus the universe is not a universe and cause is not effect and action is a work of doing by a separate will that’s free of all holistic intent. 

In such a world there’s war between the one and suffering for this which isn't and a slow and painful death for that never born.

It's like the joke about the nonexistent chicken and the one who needs the eggs. Wake up if you've heard this one before.

Unbelievably Unborn and Deathless

The dream of leaves is waiting in this morning's snow. Although the spring’s potentiality appears to be a frozen void and blank impossibility or any metaphor for signifying nothing.

But from that ground in March, the buds of life will suddenly appear and blossom, growing into worlds fantastic. Such am I. From out of nowhere, I arrived.

And then the world conditioned this mere presence to construct a fabrication full of thought and raw emotion. There I lived forgetting what I am, like a wild and anxious being in a jungle of abandon and destruction.

But wisdom is always in the wind. Return to being and appreciate its simple unbelievability and more. Or less. For what we see as nothing comes to claim itself again. There never is this something else—

being has never been.

Uncertain and Unknown

No one knows which way the wind will blow. 

The butterfly effect is certainly as subtle as a flower. 

The birds are being and the bees are buzzing and 

the buzz is on the street; the news is never something old. 

The past is but the fiction that we build around ourselves 

in order to traverse an ever-changing landscape 

of a universe intent on knowing the unknown. 

The path begins among a green explosion we call trees. 

In fact there's no beginning, not to mention any object 

like our image of a tree. Thus, whether one believes or not 

is neither here nor there. Uncertainty is just this godchild 

of that great unknown and loving it is clearly godsend.

nothing much pseutra

like someone said: much ado about nothing.

  

1.

seeing the false as false is not seeing the false as bad.

suffering together = compassion = turning inwards = repentance = seeing through = awareness of oneself = love = wisdom.

pay attention to nothing and see how it came to be.

effortless, unintentional, sudden and timeless.

pure awareness unknowing viewless godhead, loving knowledge being silent godchild, and enlightening intent earnest wu wei holy spirit godsend.

not to mention compassionately deconstructing mind.

there are no words...

2.

there's really nothing to it. like remembering deep sleep.

like how the world just suddenly comes to you.

intent is self-medicinal

diamond, wind and water.

everybody is trying to feel nothing. one way or the other.

whatever way you take to feel nothing will be addictive until you truly realize you are nothing.

to experience something so completely as to know it arises from nothing, toward nothing, and within nothing.

3.

note there's not even nothing in nothing.

the gate only opens when you see there's no gate.

and without something there isn't nothing.

but the gate never opens if you believe there's no gate.

nothing and the art of surfing.

something and the art of suffering.

one doesn't experience nothing as much as nothing manifests one.

Venus on a Universal Shell

The gods go living in our DNA. 

Those primal waves of consciousness 

from numberless millennia 

are churning in its chemistry. 

Walking through this Mount Olympus, 

I am every vital one of them. 

I worship each on landscaped altars 

with grateful garlands of wildflowers—

for in truth I'm not a single one of them. 

In essence, even Mars is not a planetary 

warrior but the pull of earliest division. 

Seeing it as such is seeing through it. 

Holding all these gods within my space, 

I honor them but never occupy 

their territory. All but Venus. 

Love! The sea is parting. 

Love! All space is disappearing. 

Love! I'm washing up upon this desert 

shoreline, disembodied, universal, 

bursting with original intent.

Moby I

Thus I give up the search.

Existence is completely unbelievable 

and yet undoubtedly I am. 

Nothing else is as self-evident as this. 

The world is just conditioning, 

be it chemical or social, 

just this matrix formed by evolution 

in the service of enlightening intent. 

But all of it is nothing without consciousness, 

or in that little lower layer of expression, 

all of it is consciousness, all of it, I am. 

But further, maties, further: 

in the seeing all there is is this I am, 

the I that is is making clear 

that nothing other is than I. 

In other words, 

not even am is; 

only I. 

Aye, my captain, aye!

The Moon Quartet

Faith-healing

The moon is nurse tonight.

Its therapeutic crescent

holds the sky within its care.

I feel its soothing reflection

in the bottomless asylum

of these bones. And I divine

its energetic gravity

within this rush of blood.

What wolf is this that walks

my breath? What seventh son am I?

Apollo pulls me from the underworld

with power of a god’s intent.

Oh yes, the world is healed within

a faith beyond all space and time.

And shaman-like I shine!

New Moon Monkeyshine

The moon is only new

because it turns to face the sun.

No longer is the world

a matter of its slightest interest.

Wolves are tame, coyotes

just a waste of breath, and all

the poets drowned themselves

before this singular event.

Their words are washing up

upon this pointless page. They say

the moon is always new;

the world should get a clue.

Deep Goddess

Deep sleep is nearest

that to what I am

and day is time to suffer

all delusions contrary

until I know this that

I am. The moon repeats

as specified. Returning to

the source, the sun is guided

by the cryptic goddess of

our underworld with dark

surreal and swirling dreams

of baby corn and kings,

of river-ways and rings,

of thoughts and things.

Until another day

arrives and sings.

No Independent Variable

There’s a place where science cannot go.

No measurements exist to be observed,

no words to be reviewed. The best that one

can do is point to something obvious

but not within our grasp. A mystic says

to look upon the moon. But most will either

turn that lunatic into a cult

of personality or immeasurably

comment that Apollo 'been there done that'

in nineteen-sixty-nine and all we got

was just a lousy bunch of rocks. No matter.

There’s a thing that science never gets

and I am always That right here right now.

No Independent Variable

for Debbie
There’s a place where science cannot go.

No measurements exist to be observed,

no words to be reviewed. The best that one

can do is point to something obvious

but not within our grasp. A mystic says

to look upon the moon. But most will either

turn that lunatic into a cult

of personality or immeasurably

comment that Apollo 'been there done that'

in nineteen-sixty-nine and all we got

was just a lousy bunch of rocks. No matter.

There’s a thing that science never gets

and I am always That right here right now.