Pastoral (with Abbey Road Fantasia)

Begin at the beginning, Beethoven said to Alice nine times.

Corporate movies. Independent films.

The personal is to fear as deconstruction is to loathing.

Stay in love without another.

It is now as it was in the beginning and as it is in the end, the nondoer is intent, not nothing.

The Cosmo in Lowell, Jack looks at the crippled and the handicapped, Neal hits a cop car in front of City Hall.

In the land of division, spontaneity is ground zero.

It's either poetry or the absolute.

A great blue heron is wading across Abbey Road.

(Abbey Road Fantasia translated by Son Rivers)

Because the sky is blue.

Oh that magic feeling nowhere to go.

One sweet dream came true today.

Here comes the sun king.

Cuesto obrigado, tanta mucho, ‘que/cake’ and eat it, ‘carousel/cara sole’ (this thanks, very much, that/cake and eat it, carousel/dearest sun).

Such a dirty old man / you could say she was attractively built.

But I knew what I could not say.

Sleep little darling do not cry and I will sing a lullaby.

You're going to carry that weight a long time.

And in the end the love you take is equal to the love you make.

Her majesty's a pretty nice girl but she changes from day to day.

Abbey Road Fantasia translated by Son Rivers

Because the sky is blue.

Oh that magic feeling nowhere to go.

One sweet dream came true today.

Here comes the sun king.

Cuesto obrigado, tanta mucho, ‘que/cake’ and eat it, ‘carousel/cara sole’

(this thanks, very much, that/cake and eat it, carousel/dearest sun).

Such a dirty old man / you could say she was attractively built.

But I knew what I could not say.

Sleep little darling do not cry and I will sing a lullaby.

You're going to carry that weight a long time.

And in the end the love you take is equal to the love you make.

Her majesty's a pretty nice girl but she changes from day to day.

Pastoral

Begin at the beginning, Beethoven said to Alice nine times.

Corporate movies. Independent films.

The personal is to fear as deconstruction is to loathing.

Stay in love without another.

It is now as it was in the beginning and as it is in the end, the nondoer is intent, not nothing.

The Cosmo in Lowell, Jack looks at the crippled and the handicapped, Neal hits a cop car in front of City Hall.

In the land of division, spontaneity is ground zero.

It's either poetry or the absolute.

A great blue heron is wading across Abbey Road.

Numerological Enlightenment

No one 

hears a world 

falling in the forest.

One 

attends to one—

not two.

Two 

always appears 

to be two to two.

Three 

is truly 

the mystery.

Two 

is just 

an illusion.

One

is the one

that is the unknown.

No one

comes to not two

except through the one.

Fifth Fantasia

What Trickster should I be tonight? Some Puck or Crow or Kappa?

On the slopes of Mount Osore in volcanic waters of an onsen, I bow before the water deity.

Poet, father, mystic, I. These are a few of my favorite words.

Only being knows of lucid dreaming, cabbages, and kings.

Somewhere between cicadas and a Golden Buddha, I meet an ancient Chinese woman on the steps of Yamadera, and she takes a picture of me.

All my life, through all the transformations, significant or otherwise, I'm on the way to Graceland.

Whatever confidential character I dream, it's only proof I am that great unknown.

Ah! Matsushima! Ah! Big Sur! Ah! Nisargadatta! Ah! I am!

On the shores of Lake Chocorua, before the distant peak of Passaconaway, I watch my daughter make-believe while knowing all is love.

The Limits of Deconstruction

The Empire never loses. It just co-opts the new next story. Constantine buys Christianity. Disney buys Star Wars.

A person not busy deconstructing is busy serving the Empire.

Deconstruction is always lovingly impersonal. No material or worldly violence is ever needed.

The greatest error of personal deconstruction is nihilism.

Nothing is the greatest concept. Subtraction is the work of mind. Being is limitless.

(It's as if the mind in deconstructing itself continues madly into negating being, creating this black hole of an ultimate concept.)

The unknown isn't nothing. Being isn't unknown.

Being is true knowledge. Being knowing being is unconditional love. Being knowing the unknown is self-awareness.

In this way it's all about being the unknown.

Harbinger, Herald, Courier, and Prophet

Death is a concept. The person is a concept.

So death is a concept about the end of a concept.

Therefore ask yourself today: am I a concept?

One doesn't really die before dying.

One kills the concept one thinks one is.

The emperor has no clothes. I am.

On the other hand, lucid dreaming knows

the clothes one wears and wears them well.

But there are tricksters tricksters everywhere!

Some like Coyote believe in tricks

and so become outsmarted by them.

Raven flies on black wings.

The Basic Secret

Evolution is about the journey from self-centeredness to self-awareness and back again.

Science only tells the surface story.

This game of clue always ends with the rattlesnake in the garden with its so-called tools of knowledge.

Deconstruction is the first sign of the personal apocalypse.

If belief is fundamental to the transformational existence of the world, who am I?

I dream. Therefore I know I am.

And there’s the ancient way of unknowing who I think I am.

The basic secret to nonduality is either way I am.

Believe it or not, nonexistence takes thinking.

Simply being is meditation enough.

And lucent dreaming is being enough.

Deconstruction is always further. Dreaming is always now.

The basic secret to nonduality is either way I am...

Between Baroque and Nonduality

In Xanadu did Kubla Khan. In apricot is doing not.

And absolute intent is only delayed by thought.

Meanwhile surfing a wave is a reoccurring metaphor in all the great works of California.

Wouldn’t it be nice if God only knows—

(translating the sage in saying

following only love

appears as equal measures of pain and pleasure

but really is constantly always

pure bliss)

what’s in a name Wolfgang Amadeus Malibu?

Quicksilver radical in inner-knowing knowing nothing, one is next to godliness, but being is the absolute unknown!

One personal story tells the curious marriage of not-knowing and the magnificent distrust of the known.

Coyote trips between the thin and ever-thinning stretch of beach between the dunes and sea—until Xanadu!

If a sonnet is fourteen lines, an epic is at least double-digits.

Fantasia Number Three

Watching the wind-swept snow, the mind is moving.

In a sudden stillness, snowflakes surface from a barren current.

Then in a change of wind direction, wintry ghosts are swirling in their dervish robes.

This cutting scene is taking place before a triptych picture window.

Inside pictures of New England mountains hang on milky walls.

Meanwhile a forty-one inch television screen is holy with obscure blackness.

There are no mirrors outside. There are no mirrors inside. I am the only mirror.

First, there is a snowstorm. Then there is no storm. Then there is.

But in an Arizona desert, ravens finger blue guitars.