The Omega Block

Monday and it’s raining.

Weather people say we’re stuck in an Omega Block

and rain will be a steady presence for the upcoming week.

One could say the world is in a similar situation.

In a universe of reflexivity—that awareness and this self-awareness,

the unborn undying truth—

the world is like a blocking belief in birth and death,

appearing as an atmosphere of war

instead of the evolutionary transformation of what is.

On the other hand, from the vantage point of space,

there’s just this intentional bluish planet and its whirling

splendid great-hearted white noise of silence.

Big Bang Mountain

Consciousness is like 

the light 

and pure awareness 

like the source. 

One goes on and off. 

The big unknown is neither. 

Call it the black whole. 

The Unbelievable Event of I

God knowing God

when sliced

looks like an evolutionary universe—

as I emerge from my chrysalis as Self-awareness.

A good practice is to move your hand around

as if it's a skeleton.

That is pure imagination.

The body is just an idea—

and so the great doctors help cure

your self of all ideas.

Think of your skeleton as light—

this is called treating a symptom.

Questioning consensus reality—

that's basically the definition of post-modernism.

Accepting only being is the next big thing.

Believing

in only being

until seeing

that is unbelievable—

being is

the knowledge of

that unknown.

Authenticity is just knowing the personal is inauthentic.

If affirmation is New Age,

negative capability is:

“capable of being in uncertainties, mysteries, doubts,

without any irritable reaching after fact and reason”

Data is the past

and only predicts

one who lives in the past.

Magic reality is just that first flush of deconstruction.

Upon seeing the falsity of conventional reality,

it’s natural to imagine new and magical realities.

Developing one's natural

compassion is the most important practice there is

if one intends on staying in this world.

Otherwise Karma.

Seeing through illusion is the best

a bodhisattva can do.

The trick is always there.

Unless you're like a Buddha or something.

Illusion seeing

projecting the big mountain—

this is Buddha's world!

For I Am Oriole

I’m waiting for the oriole.

I’ve bought the orange suet,

placed it as an offering outside.

I’ve meditated on its Latin name

and contemplated Audubon’s religious

rendering in his Holy Birds of America.

May First is almost here and that’s the date

which marks their resurrection in the Valley.

I promise not to swear when hearing golden voices in the air!

I’ve really done as much as I can do, although

this afternoon I’ll go out and buy a genuine orange,

slice it nicely into numbers I’ve been told in dreams

sing like magical attraction to the lovely flying one

and nail them on the wind. The truth will come

and when it does I’ll wear its black and orange feathers

timelessly and naturally in the hot intention of the Sun.

Defrosting Cherry Blossoms

I’ve been noticing the cherry trees 

along my usual ways. And it appears 

they’ve been damaged by this yin yang 

New England April weather— 

the warm and sunny afternoons were quite

enough to tease the blossoms into budding

but the cold Canadian whiskey freezing

nights have stopped them in their tracks.

And so a year without the cherry blossoms!

Not that we’re Kyoto or further Hirosaki—

and this Valley doesn’t have the tributes of a Washington DC.

Although our monuments aren't built to Empire either— 

they’re more about the revolution. Transformation.

And the Universe is just a speck of Consciousness

smaller than a mustard seed. Space reveals imagination—

light-years shine within unseasonable awareness.

The Way of the Bird

This is the season of The Birds. 

This morning I was watching Goldfinches 

chase each other through the sunny 

emptiness of April Woods

around the early green of newborn

leaves on old exploding branches.

Serious Cardinals walked beneath

the recently-filled bird feeder looking

for the scatterings of sunflower seeds.

I was standing by the Picture Window

feeling all this separation

human habitation gives me.

Meanwhile Ranjit is speaking of

the Way of the Bird, a pristine freedom,

not from my conditioning

but freedom of that unborn self,

freedom from all karmic fruit

of action, like forgiveness of

the Magnitude of Nothing to forgive.

The only picture window is

the memory of this Little Mind.

The Apple that I ate is knowledge

and it’s bitter seed belief.

I spit it out and I could watch

the Cardinals scramble for its Meaning—

but I fly away.

Distillations from Meditations

Pain and suffering doesn't prove

the reality of the material world—

it disproves any concept one holds

that the body-mind is permanent or real.

One understands the illusionary aspect

of the material only by being burnt.

In other words, suffering is a valid

instruction in the awakening process.

One was once a two-year-old

asking others why

and never got an answer.

There are no others. Ask your self.

Being is the only action

necessary for self-awareness.

And self-awareness is

the only reason for being.

Self is the source of all.

Needing nothing and beyond all measure—

I give water to the river of space

and light to the earth of time.

Meditations on the End of Nisargadatta 55:On Helping the World

Q1. How can I find peace when the world suffers?

1. The world suffers for very valid reasons.

The suffering of the world is valid and not an issue of right and wrong. There is no political solution.

Politics are divisional and division is the cause of suffering.

In the spirit of the Reflexive Awareness Mythology, within the universal process of Absolute Self-Awareness,

consciousness appears to have descended into the material,

and the human being, the last procedure of this process, is consciousness fully ascending from the material.

Within the process, this appears as suffering.

In other words, suffering is a valid work instruction of the awakening process.

2. If you want to help the world, you must be beyond the need of help.

Helping the world is not of the world. The usual suspects of all the world’s attempts to help itself end in more suffering.

In every story in history, there are few exceptions to this rule. Even the great avatars

who have helped many discover their true nature: their teachings become beliefs, become sectarian, religions, war!

And science is not an exception to this rule. The scientific process is a valid deconstructive procedure,

but the blind belief in scientific theory is just another religion, world belief, war.

The only way to help the world is to be beyond the world. Being beyond the world begins

by asking what I truly am, not blindly accepting the social conditioning of the world.

In other words, who am I?

3. Then all your doing as well as not doing will help the world most effectively.

Knowing what I truly am, its non-doing as well as doing, helps the world most effectively.

For doing is no longer personal action of the world. And non-doing is no longer personal inaction or avoidance,

but absolute action in the world. Silent self-awareness, the pure potentiality of affectionate awareness, is

the wise dominion and the loving power and the real glory.

Q2. How can non-action be of use where action is needed?

1. Where action is needed, action happens. Man is not the actor. His is to be aware of what is going on. His very presence is action.

Action is universal. The butterfly effect is like a law of nature. Thought is only a tool of universal consciousness.

The person is a misconception, the material misuse of that tool. The human being is the evolutionary apex

of absolute self-awareness and looking at this science through the lens of that Reflexive Awareness Mythology,

being is the only action necessary for self-awareness. And self-awareness is the only reason for being.

2. The window is the absence of the wall and it gives air and light because it is empty. Be empty of all mental content, of all imagination and effort, and the very absence of obstacles will cause reality to rush in.

Thought in its guise of belief and doing is the origin of the personal dream. The personal dream is like a wall

in the sea of reality. And although the wall isn’t real, it’s thought to be so. But the wall becomes a window

when it’s seen through. Therefore, without the mental content of the wall, the sea of reality rushes in to where it always is.

3. If you really want to help a person, keep away. If you are emotionally committed to helping, you will fail to help.

A person wants to help, but it’s that personal desire which is the seed of failure.

Again, the world cannot help the world. The best thing a person can do to help is stay away.

One doesn’t bring a match into a burning building.

4. You may be very busy and be very pleased with your charitable nature, but not much will be done.

Personal acts of charity stroke the ego more than truly help another. The same can be said for environmental action.

Hybrids and paper bags are just status symbols in any earnest game of climate change.

Such busy-ness keeps one away from the real business at hand. As poetry is not about selling truth to others.

It’s the documentation of an inner dialogue. One was once a two-year-old asking others why and never got an answer.

There are no others. Ask your self.

5. A man is really helped when he is no longer in need of help. All else is just futility.

A person is only helped when the personal is seen through. Personal deconstruction is not the job of another person.

In fact, it is not personal at all. Deconstruction is actually the work of being—using the tool of thought upon belief.

All else is just mere vanity, absurdity, futility.

Q3. There is not enough time to sit and wait for help to happen. One must do something.

1. By all means—do. But what you can do is limited; the self alone is unlimited. Give limitlessly—of your self. All else you can give in small measures only. You alone are immeasurable.

The person is a limited concept and thus is limited in its doing. Its nature is division and division is its action.

Even the universality of love becomes limited and measurable to friends, lovers, and family,

or distorted in its allegiances to such beliefs as associations, nations, and religions.

But the absolute self is pure potentiality: undivided, universal, and real.

2. To help is your very nature. Even when you eat and drink you help your body. For yourself you need nothing. You are pure giving, beginningless, endless, inexhaustible.

Love is the nature of being. One takes care of the body. If injured, one attends to the injury.

A mother loves the child. The self is the source of all. Needing nothing and beyond all time,

I give water to the river of space and light to the earth of time.

3. When you see sorrow and suffering, be with it. Do not rush into activity. Neither learning nor action can really help.

Suffering and its sorrow requires nothing but being. Personal action arrives from the place of desire

and wants immediate action. Unconditional love is patient. Neither specialized knowledge nor targeted striving can help.

4. Be with sorrow and lay bare its roots—helping to understand is real help.

Only being silent with sorrow as compassionate love deconstructs the roots of an occluding belief

revealing an understanding light, true medicine of wisdom.

My Practice

It's come to this. The world is mind, and being in the world is like a dream, its forces being memory, transformation, love, and karma.

Everyone is just a secondary character, most of whom exhibit great divisional peculiarities, the worst of which is selfishness,

a manipulative attempt to manifest their personal desires. It is, in essence, what black magic really is. I know this to be true because

each one is just a mirror of myself, and though I know the mathematics of division, when I interact with people in this play,

I feel those age-old forces tugging at me too. And so I stay in Pleasant Valley like a recluse Chinese poet drinking wine or playing with myself

like Ikkyu of Kyoto does, writing what becomes revealed while going further in this forest toward the sky. I try to leave most everyone alone

but love them like the living pieces of my great mosaic mirror when I allow myself to play within this dream of me and you.

The Diamond Sutra says a bodhisattva saves the world by knowing there's no world to save. So that intention is my latest practice on the way.

Door Way

One is

afraid

to be one

and so

there's people.

It doesn't matter

what you think

the world to be—

the world is what

you think.

Being

isn't part

of any poly-

nomial equation.

Astonishing

alliances are

formed in all-

embracing

consciousness.

Personal memory

demands payment of

legal tender

in the form of

being

to keep one

safe and secure.

Sadness is

like feeling

all is one

but thinking

one's all alone.

Fear is feeling

all is love

but thinking

another wants

to finish me.

The world is what

we think

but I feel like

a whole

lotta

love.

If one is

being

and being is

absolute—

there is no then.

Thought is always one-sided.

It's either

do or

s
a
m
a
d
h
i

Mountain.

No mountain.

Way.

Releasing the Birds of Mythology

Words describe experience as translated thru one's localized mythology. No mythology is alike and much is lost in translating a translation. Nisargadatta in I Am That is actually dozens of Nisargadattas in translation thru dialogues. When one gets close to 'yours,' others open. As various translations are seen through, consciousness speaks to consciousness.

Localized mythologies gets one through the long day's journey thru the night. Seeing thru one's mythology is the work of personal deconstruction. Transforming one's mythology is the work of clarification. Not knowing one keeps a localized mythology is as good a definition of delusion as there is.

Experiential mythologies utilizing names such as awareness and consciousness are still mythologies. If this is unseen, it's just another belief. And one holding to the myth of scientific materialism as if it's not a myth: what a tangled web one is weaving. Don't even get me started on the dangerous lunacies of religion.

Scientific theories of theoretical physicists are inconspicuous mythologies and evident swindles. Here’s another. Every person, every conditioned localized aspect of universal consciousness, is a universe to oneself, and the black hole connecting each one is love. Such a transformation of mythology is named Opening the Window.