Quote Unquote: there's no other, Pip

As above, so it is below. And as the world at war, so there is a person.

But as memory makes the person, suddenly is realization never forgotten!

Headless and universally with heart, this godly ghost I am—

I'm hallowing with bloodless words upon this late October half-moon night.

Darwin read the right directions but survival of the one is in reality the game.

There is no one but myself throughout this echoing so-called Big Bang, but understanding this

self-evident truth is like a Waterloo of relativity for societal conditioning.

Quote unquote: it's not the loss of ego that's important, it's the understanding there's no other.

Like thinking being good is something you can do when being only ever does you good.

Like writing to the world when every secondary character is merely in my headless head. This is called allusion—

I like the sea that's being boundless now within this clarity

as if the rockbound silvery Mount Desert Ocean is openly eroding thoughts of me.

Quote unquote the footnote: reference Pip is what Ishmael is experiencing while speaking of that one white whale

—"the intense concentration of self in the middle of such a heartless immensity, my god! who can tell it?"—

tells the universe collapsing into Self-Awareness is the Loomings, Epilogue, and Story of Reality,

is telling Herman to his woman lovingly, 

with an immensity of heart—

this is dedicated 

to the one

I love.

Nondual Couplets for Kerouac

Kerouac is like the Bodhidharma of America from French-Canadian Catholicism bringing mystic Jesus Buddha love to desolation landscapes.

Stories speak of good and bad and what each wants but what about this need for story?

I went to Big Sur to see where Jack was crucified upon those cold indifferent and uncaring rocks of Robinson Jeffers.

Don't forget the world is hard and full of want, and stories are soft like blood and guts, but only dreaming is what I need to be.

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by scientific materialism until dementia settled in, or was it worst minds?

Quote unquote, it's not easy seeing through oneself when one has faith in nothing and forgets I am.

I'm not much but I pass through the eye of a needle. To say there are no words is just a waste of words. I am the word.

God, the world itself desires cancer, all about continued growth. The spiritless are like demented zombies, William Blake.

Death is as experientially unproven as any unidentified flying object so why do you believe in it?

Whatever way I take—direct, circuitous, or some other middle path—there is only self-awareness. Dream on, pure awareness, dream on.

Quote Unquote: Deconstructing Deconstruction

As long as one thinks there are others,

one is still learning to know oneself.

The lesson of a dream is not the story of the dream

but just the fact itself of dreaming.

Thus,

there are four

declensions

of deconstruction.

First down is seeing through the other.

This is called comedy.

Second down is seeing through myself.

This is called spirituality.

Third down is seeing through manifestation.

This is called luminous dreaming.

Fourth down is seeing through the light of consciousness.

This is called nirvana or the kingdom of heaven.

Inspiration.

Revelation.

Illumination.

Absolution.

EOM: dominion

As if one can take a side

while being whole—

the world is never at or in war;

the world is ever of war.

To deconstruct this house of cards

and all its kings and queens and jokers

is an endless pointless game;

to deconstruct myself is seeing through it.

I as consciousness is all there really is.

Belief alone has manifested all the world

to be this stage of self-awareness—

believe it and not.

If I don’t question my dominion

in the dreams of night,

why should I yield the issue

in this one of day?

There are secondary characters galore

who try to steal my thunder—

priests and scientists, politicians and insurgents.

Let them taste my lightning!

So is all within myself

or do I project myself as all?

Never mind; this self-awareness is

one view without a view.

Is Desire a Dirty Word?

The word is not absurd because it rhymes. I don't need a laugh track to know which way the world sucks. So do not ask for whom the world wakes.

Laughter is the best Indian. The emperor has no clothes, Dogen has no body-mind, I haven't got a clue. Non-duality is easy. Nothing is hard. As nature is all about the kill, consciousness is all.

I pause for a word from my sponsor: aumdada. The Beatles are bigger than Buddha in my book. If desire is the fire, love is the light. It is telling what I see. It's just imagination getting what I need.

Jigsaw solid Dali listen lover Venus serendipity tomato mattress salamander deconstruction tractor Rome meander wonderland will be the very next fad.

Love informs desire, emptiness is unforgettable. Desire is not a dirty word but pure as night. Politics divide and sex unites, love. Just thinking is overthinking it. Imagine her, Arjuna.

On the interstate of possibility, each exit is imagination following desire. Dropping body-mind is seeing through the politics of sex and every fucking other oblivious belief.

Without a Net

Friday the 13th dropped by and asked to say a word beyond postmodernism but before the revelation. Here lies the moon without a man, and earth without a woman.

Science is the god of relativity, and pragmatism is the god of fundamentalism. So here belief is either yin or yang without the tempering of unbelievable Tao.

It’s such a nice try, but I am seeing through belief by seeing through myself. What better way to know without a doubt, in faith, the world is therapeutically fallacious, than by imagining my own?

This is called the highest deconstruction. It’s also called the deepest deconstruction. Unraveling another way, one can also call it neti neti without a net.

EOM: the only known

all appears in consciousness—

no wave, no particle.

that I am

is the only view;

that I am That

is no view on views.

intent, imagination, and attention. amen.

seed, stalk, flower. svaha!

(dream lucidly—

as in construction is

the greatest deconstruction.)

that the unknown intends

to be known

is of an intensity so substantial

BANG!

although unborn, I am—

this is not some scientific

myth of universal origin.

consciousness is the only known and yet

who superstitiously assumes this is

a product of some hard material head

without a dash of evidence?

Quote Unquote: Consciousness

Listen! The turning point—consciousness is not a product of the brain but vice-versa. This is the actual understanding of the spiritual. Consciousness only. 

But science assumes it will unearth the truth in time. The spiritual knows I am the truth now.

This turning from belief to apperception is like awaking from the dreaming state of mind to now. This turning to the spiritual, this awakening to apperception, is, beyond all hype and expectations, enlightenment. 

The rest is simply further. Yet never underestimate this turning in the modern world. Because of it, almost no one knows where you're coming from.

In other words, consciousness is unbelievable. There is no argument to be made. This is why transmission is the thing in original Zen. The teacher is being only and the student is being only.

Words are being too. Words are the sounds of light belief is writing on the wall. First light, best sound.

Returning to the swamp of unity is not Miami. Everything appears in consciousness so no view on views, but here's a myth for you. 

The harvest moon will shine upon a midnight river. Pure awareness being self-aware. I know it's never two. 

I'd say it's one but it isn't said. Let's call it three, says Tao. There's nothing wrong with the world that disbelieving it can't cure. 

It's all about the crickets, electricity, and love. Who listens when the eye is crying? Even evil is not to be believed. 

Everything is love deflected. Past, present, and future, like consciousness cubed, deconstruction is penultimate.

footnotes stand arjuna lucidy

between belief and deconstruction is just some point of space-time.

think opposite.

in other words, out-trump trump.

love is self-evident in unity. unity is self-evident in omnipotent awareness. self-awareness. oh, that’s our shortstop.

it stands that such procedures are self-evident when seen outside the process.

necessary dreaming is becoming a reality.

and i repeat that pure awareness being self-aware.

Quote Unquote: Believe It And Not

Holy, wholly, holey—deconstruction.

Belief is not a problem.

It's an opportunity to 'reconstruct' awareness. Imagine self-awareness lucidly.

What better way to understand the world of big belief is just not real than by believing up your own?

Self-remember love is all there is. It's like those three harmonic strings behind each song I sing. Everything—superstring!

Since pure awareness is omnipotent and self-awareness is self-evident in such omnipotence,

unawareness isn't just some big mistake. Don't get me wrong. Belief is the right place for loving deconstruction.

In the name of this loving deconstruction, that understandable surrender, and those obvious detachments. Three.