Myth and Manifestation. Being and Awareness.

I Am!

The evolutionary self-reflexive

universe of space-time is

the story of the light

knowing it’s the light.

That.

The light is

the dark source

knowing it’s the dark source.

An Alien Explains Its Poetry

My words will never tell the truth but only point the way. Because these words are not concerned with some belief but experience itself, such words appear to people of the earth as esoteric.

That said, Universal Consciousness is King, Queen, the only knowledge, everything. It does not rise from some material world of body and its brain. Such a scientific materialistic theory has not been proved and never will be.

Instead, one knows the world arises from this Consciousness and truly understanding this in a nonconceptual and experiential way is called Nirvana, the Kingdom of Heaven, or just As It Is.

Sometimes you know this truth and sometimes you think you don’t.

june tantra

look

the animal

shapes

of things

so long

division was

an ancestral distilling

pure affectionate awareness

keep coupling your core

wholly connected

to intentional

desire

The Political Brain

poem: As the reptilian brain revolts against the new limbic order, Neo holds up a lotus. Smile!

commentary: A peculiar political analysis of 2016 using the three sections of the brain: the reptilian survivalist forces of trumposaurus revolting against the new world politically correct (versus religiously correct) judgmental order of the limbic mind advancing ALL civil rights while creating a new humanist 1% oligarchy, while the nondual buddha of the neo-cortex sees through the matrix and holds up the silent flower of wisdom and beauty. Mahakasyapa can only smile.

Ursa Parkway

In the morning of the third day on the great blue ridge, we saw a bear.

It was slowly crossing from the dark side of the road to sunshine,

like memory giving way to now. I stopped the car to take a picture.

When I started it again, the bear observed the sound and saw whatever

cars appear to be to it, and spun around and slowly galloped, bounded,

skipped away, whatever word describes that certain movement of a bear,

its arms when standing now becoming legs—then stopped and turned

as if to say so follow me already. All this happened in a few fast seconds.

Then it crossed and watched us pass from shelter of a roadside thicket.

Thoughts cannot describe experience, its eyes were shining back at us,

but words can tell us pay attention to the splendid serendipity of the way.

Rhapsody in Who: Quoting Nisargadatta

I am beyond consciousness and, therefore, in consciousness I cannot say what I am. Yet, I am.

In whatever role I may appear and whatever function I may perform—I remain what I am: the 'I am' immovable, unshakable, independent.

All is done to please the one source and goal of every desire, whom we all know as the 'I am'.

I am what I am, neither with form nor formless, neither conscious nor unconscious. I am outside all these categories.

I do nothing, nor is anything done to me. I am what I am and nothing can affect me. I appear to depend on everything, but in fact all depends on me.

All you can tell about the person is not the self, and you can tell nothing about the self, which would not refer to the person.

I am entirely unimagined. I am what I am, not identifiable with any physical or mental state.

I know what I am, a center of wisdom and love, an atom of pure existence. All subsides and the mind merges into silence. 

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.