The Testament of Organic Animate Enlightenment

i.

Swing low sweet tidal river valley spirit of the loving golden and eternal Tao.

Both something and nothing are phantoms of the operatic mind but being is the revelation of an inconceivable unknown.

And between this witnessing of being and that unknown pure awareness is the canyon of no mind.

Thus in this world the opposite of what one is conditioned to believe is often true as not.

O perchance deep sleep like pure awareness goddess god the godless origin and sourceless source of way and watercourse.

However, the seven expressions of this reflexive universe are light nuclear atomic rock-molecular organic animate enlightenment.

I once was lost in thought but now I am.

Like a feeling but not really. Like everything I see is me but not I. Like that energetic rush of peaking but here within this valley.

ii.

Tonight I am singing on the Merrimack the god of Daniel Webster, Jack Kerouac, Robert Frost, Anne Bradstreet, Greenleaf Whittier, and Son Rivers.

First the feeling. Like some holy connection of heart filling the body with its unknowable lightness of being.

Some call this happiness. Some call this bliss. Others have named it the universe. One could call its essential quality, lightness.

Second like this completely headless identification mindfully free of all objectification.

Three. Surfing Christ in the curl. Surfing Christ in the curl like a beach boy surfer girl.

Thrill at the continuing now without the mourning of some future or some past.

And the thought of sudden death becomes an eagle's cry of self-awareness.

For one second of self-awareness is equal to a lifetime of dreaming unaware.

idiot love

further is like everest every single day

but everest is always the same height

it's just the measuring that changes

memory processing and that unknown

absolute calvin is love at first sight

literally born again both to the x

but men to the y this self-evolving is

manifestly unknown but look for

the strangest of signs william

blake virginia wolff instant

evolution is killing you softly

so accept your own mutation

Ode to Ouroboros, Dad

Another name for separation is division is the politics of mind. 

However, eight limbs of a spider sail across this living room by a single loving thread.

Dad, they say you died forty-four years ago tonight but still I wait to hear the peepers.

You hated Richard Nixon with a passion but you missed the great Apocalypse of Watergate. All in vain.

But like Jesus says thank God we're only in this world—for nothing of this world can change it.

In this circle of Archimedean things, division always ends in more division.

But where love is primary school and universal consciousness, the deeper understanding, all division is just imaginary numbers.

It's either become a bodhisattva and save the world or Buddha sees there's not a world to save. There is no difference. Either way.

Does the head devour the tail or does the tail emerge from out of the head?

General Absolution

The world is a drag

so I let it go.

For I am and there is are one.

But I am a person

and there is a world—

two sides of a false coin.

Essentially the world is a dream

of personal projection

dreamt to waken oneself.

Moreover the presence of others

is only made possible by one’s presence.

And in this presence

all is openly absolved.

Go in peace.

An Indian Romance Abridged

The first dream is the dream of one's conditioning

without the understanding there's a dream of one's conditioning.

The second dream is deconstruction of the first dream.

First there is a dreaming, then there is no dreaming, then there is.

When one has swallowed its tale completely, one finds the knot of being.

At the station in the middle of this material absurdity,

self-awareness is waiting for the train of absolution. Third dream.

No one needs you but yourself.

A person never helps.

When the teacher is ready, the student appears.

Between awareness and unawareness is

the quantum universe of one's conditioning.

Between unawareness and self-awareness is natural being.

And self-awareness is awareness

in the sudden and spontaneous apocalypse of absolution.

An Indian Romance

Learn a word and it appears.

When the subject seeks an object as the subject, fire!

Kokopelli in the desert breathes for you.

The first dream is the dream of one's conditioning

without the understanding there's a dream of one's conditioning.

The second dream is deconstruction of the first dream.

First there is a dreaming, then there is no dreaming, then there is.

When one has swallowed its tale completely, one finds the knot of being.

O. K. to the n. o. t.

At the station in the clusterfuck of this material absurdity,

self-awareness is waiting for the train of absolution. Third dream.

No one needs you but yourself.

A person never helps.

And with synchronicity, it is also said—

when the teacher is ready, the student appears.

Between awareness and unawareness is

the quantum universe of one's conditioning.

Between unawareness and self-awareness is natural being.

And self-awareness is awareness
in the sudden and spontaneous apocalypse of absolution.

Never underestimate but overestimation is like electrical bananas.

True adulteration comes before the inner child.

In later life I went to the woods to be a Native American sannyasi

and discovered India.

Shiva is 

watching 

his beloved

Shakti dance—

Shakti loves herself

some Shiva.

A Recipe for Enlightenment

Like absolution of an open space accepting being back into its fold.

Like the mouth of a thirteen billion year old snake

swallowing its long-awaited epilogue.

Like pure awareness clearing self-awareness

like an early arctic front refining a boreal climax forest clarity.

Ours not to do or die. Ours but to rest in self-awareness.

Listen to the red-winged blackbirds

but don't believe a note of what they sing.

As to the world, the sun thinks not but loves all.

Sing in the north, return to the southern self. This is my religion.

Be yourself and don't impersonate some other.

Make no new fears

but follow that holy mass in mass intent of burning love.

Dreaming makes all the difference in this world—

like the loving ouroboric acid of this lucid dream.

Life is the mystery I am.

Silence tells my story.

Sweet Jesus

Love is universal but the personal doesn't know that—

blue eyes crying like the sea.

Daughters giving birth to daughters,

Venus emerging ever from the waves,

love is the chrysalis of self-awareness.

Evolutionary enlightening intent smells like this holy spirit—

play that absolute music white boy black girl.

This self-awareness in the name of pure

awareness wants to take you higher.

Love may be patient and kind but love is not a thought.

Love is like I am before I know I am.

That being is this whispering of sweet nothings

between the god of pure awareness

and the goddess self-awareness.

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