Epistle to I

So a full moon is lower in the summer sky than a winter one because ecliptic plane.

There is one way. My way. But it’s not a fascist way. Your way will unavoidably vary. Until i see there’s only me, it’s just like tea for two. And that way of the self, by the self, for the self, shall not perish from the self.

Nobody nobody nobody but i, nobody can do (Tao Te Ching) like i do. I was born the day i spoke my name but i'm a pre-existing unconditional and unborn.

The primary egg is never cracked. Every surface fracture is projection. "Honor be to Hiawatha! He has slain the great Pearl-Feather, Slain the mightiest of Magicians, Him, who sent the fiery fever, Sent the white fog from the fen-lands, Sent disease and death among us!"

The primary thought is a secondary character. I shot the Shiva but i did not shoot the deputy. War, children, is just a thought away. What is it god for?

I celebrate myself and sing myself for i am unbelievable! I am writing to forget and remember to forget. If you meet the buddha on the road, love him and leave him, no regrets Coyote.

This is my thirteenth life. This is self-awareness. There is no final judgment, Michelangelo. There is a final question, Maharaj. Will i still be myself tomorrow?

Like the distant fireworks in my ear tonight. I provide the play-by-play projection. Gravity is the first sign of duality and the last refuge of religion.

Freedom is another word for nothing left but i. Self-reliance isn't of the world. Stripers or perch, stripers or perch, stripers or perch.

I have a question. Why does it take 20 minutes for night vision to kick in? How long does it take to unlearn what one was taught? Always be be deconstructing. Drive Furthur, Cynthia.

All religions talk to you. Not i. I am not your matrix. P.S. I love you.

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30-June-2017

It's that orange daylily 

time of year 

prefiguring fireworks 

of the Fourth of July

and I'm as independent 

as I ever was, 

alone and seldom lonely, 

like I like it, 

or at least the way 

I've always made it be, 

because, 

I'm sorry people, 

I really know no better. 

chiro 1

29-June-2017

driving river road

there’s nothing new

on the river today—

same old water,

same reflections,

same on the other side.

i did begin to think my car

was making some new

unwanted noise however.

but it just turns out

the car behind me needs

a serpentine belt replacement

or maybe just a tightening

of my focus.

11

eleven news

war is ever new thought against all old thought

as no thought is not a shot away

of self by self for self so help me god

perspective. perspective. perspective

thanks for the memories

no words for way

name that thing!

hall of the mountain king. queen of the void.

nowhere

one eye

insight

number nine. heraclitus. buddha.

divide by tao

self-awareness is eleven

The News According to Suite July

Naked fuse.

I've got waves in low places.

The history of the world is always about old money vs. virtual money.

2 monks looking at the ground. 1 says snake!

The other replies it's just some rope.

The 6^th son says neither snake nor rope.

Consciousness?

Pure awareness, awareness reflected in consciousness, and consciousness

is the holy trinity.

I love the sound of night rain falling on summer leaves.

It smells like evolutionary self-awareness.

news
is to poetry as

william carlos williams is
to a fourth of july red wheelbarrow

in the land of silence,
evolutionary self-awareness
is intent upon apocalyptic words...

Matty told Hatty, Ouroboros, Ouroboros, Ouroboros!

As on the extreme altar of consciousness,

I burn my sacred eyes—

for an eye can never see oneself.

mountain laurel sand

dunes leaves of grass california

dreaming creation deconstruction shiva

shakti shiva tech-tonic shifts of manifestation

Open field. Insert self.

Stay Still

Imagine

there's no separation

and the universe is one

being self-aware—

it's easy if I try because it's true.

And I have this great notion I am.

So fractal me this.

To escape the fear,

one has to hike the highest mountains.

To see through fear—

stay still.