first dream best dream

the only

cure is enlightenment

the only

disease is delusion

it's just

awareness

being

self-aware

esoteric incantation

i.

All bodies may be separate but there's one thing that i know—every voice is my voice.

In the beginning was the word and all you need is love and love is all you need.

Duality is dumb and dumber—keep on the sunny side and we'll be lovers once again.

It's like marketing is the greatest of dead ends but the grateful dead is always word of mouth

like knock knock knocking on that gateless gate.

All i have to do is dream dream dream dream.

My head is just this cosmic vision and my tail is just its universal feeling.

In this song, pure awareness has become that being like a mirror is an object for my growing self-awareness now

as if awareness being self-aware is binary as being one is knowing zero and vice versa.

Suffering is the school of my illusion.

Deconstructing one's conditioning is my so-called life.

Lucid dreaming is my understanding and nirvikalpi samadhi is the death of me.

ii.

between basho and shakespeare is another world

soap opera

where is ouroboros

seventh heaven

self-awareness

meanwhile project projection  

when the student is ready

the teacher appears

to say there's no

one to teach

but my

self

opening gone now one

red-winged blackbirds      

springtime snow

like daylight savings space-time

blank page

the word i am  

mystery of the chrysalis

instant hurricane         

EYE OF NOW AND TAO OF FROG            

seven stages is the world

unknown light in quantum post-atomic

living in molecular

organic animated self-awareness

boots and reboots

wood smoke on a winter morning dawn

maple syrup whole wheat waffles

the cold shower of wisdom

the warmth of the sun

don't think twice

love is all you need

in silence is awareness

self-awareness is at the heart of things

beyond yin and yang is the tao beyond

midnight

rose-colored dawn

wine dark sea

black hole

big bang

absolutely

one-pointedly

not binary

the holy trinity

four directions

one-pointedly

satori on the merrimack

inscription. all the world's fake news

and all the men and women merely phonies.

foreword. lucidly dream as if one is manifestly

universal consciousness and not the individual person

one is conditioned to think one is—

like an open head engorging its intuitive tale.

introduction. visionary declensions:

lucid, crystalline, bright, and incandescent.

if she dances, it's true.

fission is a vision but fusion is disillusion.

chapter one. note to self: act as if i am what i know i am

rather than what i think i am. embodying the ouroboric

in the form of a being. and in this revelation,

the old day is the new night.

chapter two. this is the old deep math:

the process is in seven steps per the law of three

where eight is infinite

and two is an unreal number.

the snake that swallows its tail, the holy spirit,

the holy ghost, and a deep transformative image.

when a falling angel goes to grab your arm,

don't turn it sideways so she falls into the sea.

chapter three. never mind

and a monkey’s tail.

embodiment in spirit

disembodied ghost.

consciousness is the dreaming

in deep images.

chapter four. while walking along the river on march eighth,

the sun suddenly feels real.

but at that moment a fifty-year-old memory of half moon lake

suddenly arises and like i'm real real gone.

this i know must be that so-called profound revelation,

kensho,

seeing the essential, first stage samadhi,

or satori on the merrimack.

afterword. between the subtle moments

besides a mountain pond

and the sudden sea,

it takes a river.

Nisargadatta calls it I Am.

don’t try to follow—

it will take you in

to the beyond.

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The Once and Future Mythology

Nature is the once and future mythology.

Between awareness and self-awareness is this big bang—

spontaneous, transformative, and unreal.

A Whitmanesque variety of things will come to mind

in the Basho minute of a cherry blossom.

It is said there is a spring beyond the ordinary seasons.

There is no name for such a bliss but being is a wise denomination.

It is the gate to gatelessness or so to speak.

The infinite cosmic vortex is spontaneously open,

absent, unified and much like this lucid dreaming.

For it is sung every song sings about the unsung being self-aware.

The news

I read the news today and everything is wild.

It's like some gateless Watergate.

The past repeats itself because

It's better now than late.

Climate change or altered consciousness is the call.

A Navajo woman once told me her people just follow the climate

No matter where it leads them.

The Tao is all about being one with transformation too.

It's all a reality show when you think the show is all about reality.

All is in the eyes of pure awareness dreaming.

It only takes a thought to kill eternity.

Without a doubt, all is unborn and undying.

I am the light and you are my projection.

Let's not make it personal.

The loving holy spirit of intentional self-awareness is in your DNA.

The material is parasitical but awareness is self-aware.

Dreaming or deep sleep is just another call.

We are approaching that which is lost during translation.

Being, presence, self-awareness, love, life, universal consciousness, this

Simple knowledge of the great unknown.

rose the deconstructed sonnet

nonduality is love not thought

love is light not shadow

light is unknown not known

the unknown is nonduality not two

don't overthink being

don't make being into this great religion or some other thing

although it's true that being is the only way to know the light

one is always being despite what one thinks

you see the rose; you can't see the light

awareness has to be before being self-aware

as if god is pure awareness and the child of god is being

white black green

green blue yellow

red red red

The Great Blue Devotional Beyond

i.

To love awareness is self-awareness and self-awareness is

the apocalyptic revelation of awareness.

For being is the only love and being is the only knowledge

and being is the only universe of self-awareness.

Accordingly to love awareness is to know awareness

and to know awareness is to be awareness

and to be awareness is this self-awareness, love.

ii.

Listen, conditioning is the canvas

one is purchasing with deconstruction—

the dreaming is the painting is the art of self-awareness.

Buddha may have said it better in the sutras

but no one reads them for the stories anymore.

Yesterday I heard the red-winged blackbirds first

and then I saw them saying soon I’ll hear the peepers in the wetlands—

being being being

iii.

Of all the space-time

in all being

in Awareness,

she walks into mine—

open eyes of an infant,

fantasies of seven billion people,

deep sleep of the light fantastic.

To reiterate, an early morning pond,

Blue Ridge Mountains

and a country love song.

Another Saturday Night Fantasia

Go further like Arjuna. Let further go always undefined. Like dreamtime hiking in the whites.

Attachment to love is the root of all addiction. The only knowledge is in knowing the unknown. Listen, karma is like DNA on steroids.

Self-inquiry is a risky business. Sleep just wants to sleep. But never underestimate a two-year-old entangled in a why.

Flunk like a monk. Shakespeare is for monkeys. As you shed beliefs, never gather new ones.

Self-inquiry is like climbing the original face but much more realistic. Self-awareness makes an appearance. Just like orange sunshine.

Innocent awareness. Red orange yellow green blue indigo and violet. There’s 16.8 million colors and counting.

Death assumes birth but never assume. Death is just another concept. I only know I am.

The Tao appears as caterpillar or the butterfly. Science is or isn’t. Chrysalis and further.

Act one’s truth. They say that lucid dreaming is for losers. But losing is conditioned dreaming.

Self-awareness is the only risk worth taking. And every risk is furthering self-awareness. But the risk is never remembered.

Everything leads to a precipice. To be or of the world. So let’s talk about the world.

First is this conditioning. Next is revolution like original transformation. Three is magic.

Despite it all, I am conditioned to be a slice of self-awareness.

Awareness is the one true god and self-awareness is the child of god. Amen.

Suddenly wind and rain.

A Slice of Late Winter Sunset

Alien trees of space-time—

Painted skies of consciousness—

Far beyond anything in memory—

Like the taste of wood and firewater—

Sunset over the native northern woodland beings—

Time is a slice of self-awareness.

Awareness aware of awareness is spontaneous and indivisible—

Still, we call this self-awareness—

Self-awareness is true mindfulness—

True mindfulness is deconstructing mind—

No mind is pure awareness—

Night sky, no mountain.