Adult Film

the meaning of the dream 

is knowing it's 

a dream 

or otherwise 

the dream continues on 

without a meaning—

this simple knowing

is awaking

one

as pure awareness

in an insubstantial

unafraid and

undivided

unadulterated

bliss

seven quintets in search of a name

1.

already leaves 

ignite into sky 

as ravenous caterpillars 

burn in the name 

of transformation 

2.

the fox moves

in the moonlit emptiness

silver leaves living

only in the echoing

space-time of mind

3.

July fireflies

in the lilies of my June

imagination starring

Zhuangzi and the Amazing

Magicians of Las Vegas

4.

transformation is

emptiness is

impermanence is

illusion is

is

5.

deconstruction is

seeing no construction

ever was

including the past

tense of is

6.

mercury apollo

carbonated water

cadillac granitic

strawberry arising

being anonymous

7.

blossoming mountain

laurel almost seem

to grow gossamer

brightly closing

my watery eyes

untitled

1.

everything is 

consciousness 

except I 

consciousness is 

I

like

I think

therefore

I forget

I am

fourteen billion years of

working on the night shift

and all I get to wear is

this flower saying

self-aware

2.

I write for nobody

so if anybody hears me

they'll know who

they are

I am

only you

know

if

you know

I know

I am attached

to your dream

at the body-mind's assemblage point

of Hollywood

and I

3.

people are either

builders or

finishers

the fool has no

marble

dream time is

the best time

to be

or

not to be

(i hope kids are still

learning

long division

isn't

the solution

using 80-20

by the seventh generation

from out of one-million

there's like

a baker's dozen)

4.

mystic experience

of the experiential

now

is basically

the assemblage point

touching that

experiential

assemblage point

is like being

the moon

reflecting in the river is the moon

reflecting sun

being absolutely zero

equals I

love

This Experiential Play

Illusions last for more than thirteen billion years. The great enlightened and marvelous evolution is the wizard of it all.

In the audience are those that have been fooled to think they're separate from this wonderful and awesome universe of enlightening intent.

Listen to them laugh and cry. And laugh and cry. And laugh and cry. And scream and die.

Although it doesn't matter what they say or do—it's just a matter of observing what is true, to you. I am.

seventeen imagist chinese haiku tanka omaha

1

practice is type a

logic is type b

paradox is type 3

being is

type

2

if you look closely

you see the world

just as you need it

to be

to know

3

the universe contains this body-mind

and this body-mind is intending

to know I'm not this universe

but the universe is that

I know I'm I

4

paradox is the mother

of all logic

but it only takes one

to form

a religion

5

it's never mystic

because it's personal

and now that it's personal

it can't be mystic

so be it

6

i love love

but the personal

makes me think

it hurts

love!

7

sometimes the crown lies heavy

and sometimes i'm the crown

of all creation in tao

if it ain't one yin

it's another

8

under the influence

of love

it's best to love

before you have the time

to think about it

9

the transmission of mind

is

unconditional love

it's really not

a secret

10

no matter

how hard you try

you will never make the present

an identifiable product of the past

so drop it

11

we may believe

what we've been told

but i am

that

which never is said

12

my job is

to know

I am

thus I do

me

13

just hearing

truth

is like playing

music

in the hemispheres

14

hearing

three

in

five

as one

15

you can't mass communicate truth

it's the matter of one

on one

I speak

me can't hear

16

transformation is

like the seasons of the witch

that is green

this lyric

of the revolution!

17

imagist chinese haiku tanka omaha

original postmodernism

i can't believe

it's still

light

my first latest-further poem

i can only imagine

what death appears to be

to one who thinks

i am something

that is born

plato's free tanka & quantum tao

plato's free tanka

The darkness of a bee

is darting with a spontaneity

across the closed bright blinds—

thus one only sees

the shadow of being

quantum tao

the blinds were suddenly opened

and I was inundated by

green light—

the more focused it gets,

the less I'm able to say

loving at the sign of yin and yang

evolution happensnow

the present isn't drawn in lines

metaphors or myths are necessary butterflies

the way is at the crossroads of intent and sacrifice

not desire or fear but intent and sacrifice

not anarchy or empire but intent and sacrifice

not something or nothing but intent and sacrifice

not intent or sacrifice but intent and sacrifice

transformation is another word for emptiness is not a word for tao

ten thousand tree frogs rattle while two peepers write their death poem

we are the nothing not even nothing crying out we could be something

i am my father’s deserted son we are my mother’s favorite daughter

the river never stops although it freezes over

Open Mirror

All the windows are open for the first time this spring. Within the vertical aperture, I hear the song of birds and a distant dog barking. In the horizontal shuttering, I taste the strong green leaf of later May.

Was it from out of nothing that spring has come to this full leaf, or is it never something?

Almost twenty-one years to the date, I saw this sight for the first time, and told the rental manager I’d take it. Tonight, I’m witnessing it again while reading a book of Japanese Death Poems which arrived at my door this afternoon.

Was it from out of nothing that spring has come to this full leaf, or is it never something?

After you've deconstructed all the world, deconstruct nothing—this blissful emptiness of transformation in that clarifying space of pure awareness. The intent of evolution makes the mirror and I intend to look within it.

Was it from out of nothing that spring has come to this full leaf, or is it never something?

The creator is not the seer. The mirror is not the seeing. And I am not the superficial view, although I only know myself by seeing through it. Ah, sensational perception is the awesome mirror, and surrendering all views is welcoming the seeing!

Was it from out of nothing that spring has come to this full leaf, or is it never something?

Unconditional acceptance of the experiential now is where I kill the guru. And, a word, you are what you kill. The secret to life is further. But before going further, get compassion. Spoiler alert: compassion is the mirror. And a little lower layer: love is the finished mirror; compassion surrenders all views.

Was it from out of nothing that spring has come to this full leaf, or is it never something?

As evolution surrenders the mirror, I see clearly. I love my map but I am the unknown terrain. And so, to write as if my latest line is my death poem: sometimes I kill myself! It’s true we were frogs before we landed. Reptile or insect? Known or unknown? Butterfly or Buddha? Firefly!

Was it from out of nothing that spring has come to this full leaf, or is it never something?

And what follows purple?