three thoughts

the mind

is

a dividing

tool.

if you play

in its world,

expect

to be

cut.

but love is indivisible.

love is manifestation

before the freeze

and after the boil

and water water everywhere

and not a drop to think.

dropping thinking

is

another thought

but seeing through

a thought

is

what i am,

that is,

i am.

This before Bliss

Enlightenment is

the greatest story ever told.

Such a concept is required

before moving beyond the conceptual.

Like handholds on a precipice—

so myth

precedes

the land of love

forgiveness

and compassion.

The New Poetics

Poetics 101: speak as if each word is first and last.

Poetics 102: to say the unthinkable.

Poetics 103: look out for nihilism or irony; pay attention to bliss.

Poetics 104: actualize mythology.

Poetics 105: describe samsara through compassionate wisdom.

Poetics 106: create performance poetry and extempore commentary.

Poetics 107: utilize setting as mandala of wisdom.

Poetics 108: see above is not exactly parallel to below.

Poetics 109: know birth is always sudden.

Poetics 110: the truth is in the listener already, write the white light of Tao.

Poetics 111: don’t trust illusion.

Poetics 112: understand emotional thought flares are little deaths.

Poetics 113: realize birth and death is in the world apparently but not in myself.

Poetics 114: do not use illusion for profit, the definition of black magic.

Poetics 115: bliss is openly loving, forgivingly free, compassionately one.

Poetics 116: being is empty and wise.

Poetics 117: sing what the voice has said and speak to what the song has sung.

Paradigm: Poem and Commentary

After more than thirteen billion miles

they finally reached the sea—

not knowing what the sea would be

they think it’s just a bigger desert.

Evolutionary self-awareness, or enlightenment, is not only inevitable, it’s here. Thinking otherwise is the only issue.

The Poetics of Magical Reality

Let the self-reflexive universe be your love, forgiveness, and compassion. For the setting changes as identity changes.

Actualizing the mythology always builds its own mandala. Ego is just a different kind of deity.

In the beginning, love is almost always present. Forgiveness is the evolutionary turn. Compassion is the beauty of the truth of self-awareness.

And old Jung fears become one’s statuesque protectors in new bliss.

Love is universal being. Compassion is negative capability. Forgiveness is the balancing point of zero. And unconscious fear is an imaginary number.

Since every story features both usurper and the sovereign-in-exile, I was playing both.

And as love forgiveness and compassion is the trinity of duality, bliss is the unity of non-duality.

Every word is not in need of deconstruction—just the cornerstone of one's distinctive birthright.

And the chorus sings renown and revelation, riff and realization.

We love our pain and pleasure because it's all in nondual bliss. This is called Psychology 101.

Wear your self like a cloak of stars. And the chorus sings existence is a thought. Being is not.

Poetics 101: speak as if each word is first and last.

Poetics 102: to say the unthinkable.

Poetics 103: look out for nihilism or irony; pay attention to bliss.

Poetics 104: actualize mythology.

You're either living in the past or going further.

Actualizing the Mythology

My deity is intentional self-awareness

and my vast mandala is the evolutionary nature

of the Self-reflexive universe,

its galaxies of apparitional incarnate stars,

the planets in alluring orbits,

turning earth of endless seas and continental varieties

of desert silence, mountain peaks,

and valleys of intuition and forests of revelation.

In the name of

being universal love

and understanding wisdom

through the blessings of the Satguru,

I actualize this paradigmatic mythology

singing the Self as Son.

Variations on this Bliss

Pain and

pleasure are

definitions of

intentional bliss—

as the mind denies

the beingness of bliss.

There is no bliss in the body

but the body is in bliss.

Zero is

denying bliss

as one is blissfully

forgetting that denial.

There is no bliss in the body

but the body is in bliss.

Bliss is

before all yin

and yang.

Bliss is the Quantum

Avatar of Tao.

Bliss is

bliss Is.

There is no bliss in the body

but the body is in bliss.

It’s not about survival

of the fittest—

but the suddenly

blissful

intentionally attempting

to continue such

a bliss

by any means possible

within the law

or

outside the law—

without understanding

the unborn nature of

that bliss.

There is no bliss in the body

but the body is in bliss.

Embodiment is—

blissfully

following

the mind

of intent—

with your catholic body of intent.

There is no bliss in the body

but the body is in bliss.

Bliss is love

and

love is bliss

and

carpenters are walruses

and

I am That

so Google this

but every search needs silence.

There is no bliss in the body

but the body is in bliss.

Bliss is to tantra as

emptiness is to sutra as

deconstruction is

a twenty-first century orange fox.

There is no bliss in the body

but the body is in bliss.

Multi-

orgasmic

galaxies of bliss

is manifestation of

deep sleep—

Is it not?

There is no bliss in the body

but the body is in bliss.

The beauty of an empty

page is like bliss

of the great unknown

and this is why I sing.

There is no bliss in the body

but the body is in bliss.

Bliss—

that energetic

kundalini

feeling which when filtered

by a thought

is just my imagination running away with me.

There is no bliss in the body

but the body is in bliss.

Bliss is visceral

like bleeding

hearts

like holocausts

like mystery like dreams like love;

thinking intentionally is

surrendering to The

Bigger Picture

of our Tao.

There is no bliss in the body

but the body is in bliss.

Between The Source

and The Apocalypse of Self-awareness

is This

energetic and spatial and free—

Shakespeare says

to be

is unthinkable

but being is not a thought

but bliss divided by thought is emotion.

There is no bliss in the body

but the body is in bliss.

Bliss is

first word

best intent is

non-directional

and bliss is radiating

far beyond this shadow.

There is no bliss in the body

but the body is in bliss.

The world is in consciousness.

The absolute is in the body.

The body is in bliss.

There is no bliss in the body

but the body is in bliss.

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Imagine

there’s no space

and there’s no time

but something

mysterious

with which

you rhyme.

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cause and effect
is like
butterfly
or caterpillar

Solo for Two

I’ve tried to save this tamarack 

from being overrun by a tangled web of choking vines. 

I’ve cut so many fountainheads arising from the ground

but still somehow that sucker thrives.

No more!

There comes a point when Nature’s austere Grace is seen for what it is.

Calamity is intentional and only evolution is the way.

Similarly the world repeats itself

and not because it doesn’t know its history

but just because it’s caught within that history.

Forgiveness is protection.

Compassion is the guide.

The trail precedes beyond

the tamarack and choking vines

and only I can follow mine.