going prime. a sonnet.

dm while openings are available.

first consultation is always free.

i know the sidewalks of the broken-hearted.

jesus imagined all your sins already.

go in peace. pay at the exit.

buddha explains everything in exquisite code.

jesus lives it. this is my humble translation.

buy it or not. the odds are one in a million.

the joke is i am. text me already. priceless.

get in on the ground floor while you can.

options are still available. no irony necessary.

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Marketing Water 101

It's not like I’m asking you to sell your soul! I just want your money.

Or maybe you still think your money is your soul. Then my bad. Turn, turn, turn!

Once I tried to give my book away because this woman really wanted it. She wouldn’t take it though. Like it had to be a bargain. Seven dollars!

So buy my latest books tonight. The price will triple maybe more tomorrow or the next. I’m practicing guerilla marketing. Beginning now.

Bottled air is the very next phase. Do you believe it or not? And bottled air is the name I call my words. Coincidence?

My words don’t come cheap. Since they’re actually bottled in space. And available only here. Avoid all other worlds.

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Water for Sale

In a perfect world there are no words, but words are that which make the absolute unknown and pure awareness god buddha nature brahman tao or that, perfection.

If the god called pure awareness is omnipresent, and omnipresence is obviously and manifestly self-aware, then the storied stuff of process in-between is called 

the evolutionary self-reflexive universe, myself in being self-aware, eom. To the senses come a scent of roses, cherry blossoms, Italian-roasted coffee.

Despite philosophies that go against the grain, a vein of love runs through their breathless conversation like a fantastic movie, O Romeo. But my black light reveals a universe of psychedelic colors—

self-awareness is like now knows now without the when or then or any other sound of silence. Listen! The world is just a box of dreams I dreamt more than thirteen billion years ago.

There's nothing wrong with the world that can't be unbelieved. And unbelieving is the gist and perk of my patented contemplative meditation. Just pure awareness being self-aware. Buy it or not.

tl;dr 1

outer desires make the world

but secret desire is most wholly desire—

call the difference suffering.

open heart, swallow story.

Secret Footnotes to First Tantra

The Red River parts itself

and there is one John Wayne—

it’s all an inside joke.

Dreams die a thousand deaths but live just one.

I never tell a story I can translate. So

ten thousand inarticulate mystical words of the one and only

heart. Emptiness is story and vice versa, November.

First Tantra of Manifestation

One of the benefits of a leafless season starting in November is the woods across the way empty—and thru lucidity the river sparkles! Part one.

The sirens of the world enticing me with all their advantageous knowledge in exchange for unavailing love and wisdom—

they promise wealth or possibly world peace, whatever floats your boat. For war and peace is equally delusional.

Awakening of deconstruction is the only worthwhile wealth of mind. Only resting in that meditative and contemplative sky of absolution is

there tranquility of silence. Opposite, pacifists and warriors create the yin and yang of such duality.

This is actually the dance of Maya called Samsara—don’t be fooled again says Who. Part two.

I remind myself there's just myself again and again and again. This is called versification. 

And in the world of temporality, tonight is the longest night. And full frost moon to boot!

O November night as daylight savings time is deconstructed and the meta-paradigm of a scientific and material world 

is dropped for one sacred hour, science is conceptual only, as economics is material only, and both are but appearances 

in Consciousness only. I cannot emphasize this fact enough. Consciousness is the only knowledge known.

What passes for knowledge in the world is knowledge of the world. That is the joke behind every koan.

Do not ask what is the meaning of life. Ask what is the grass? For Joshu answers dogshit! Part three.

Yes, no view on views, but on this longest night with full frost moon, what about a revelation?

Manifestation is the deepest deconstruction in awakening as contemplative meditation is the deepest sleep of absolution.

Part four.

I am manifesting this world now to remind myself I’m not the mirror of the mind but pure awareness as reflecting in this being only.

Call this Alice Through the Looking Glass or The Platform Sutra. I call it Consciousness Only. I am that I am.

Manifestation is not an error nor is it evil, as failure to learn is also neither. Just teach your parents better in the next light of day.

Part five.

Listen. Fake worlds have real news. William Carlos Williams calls it poetry. William Blake calls it prophecy. Christ calls it tantra, love.

John Keats beautifully says, beauty is truth. Truth, beauty. But here and now I say this art of manifesting is the law of self-inquiry—

one calls it negative capability or says it's positive deconstruction. Lucid dreaming works in mysterious ways.

Part seven.

For Emily Nee Dickinson

as body-mind is a creation of consciousness unaware,

as consciousness becomes aware,

body-mind mutates accordingly, as kundalini is released

"oh life! oh home! how wonderful you are"

"poems are my solace for the eternity which surrounds us all"

"the liberty to die"

movie review. a quiet passion.

emily dickinson

as 2001 a word odyssey

this plate is dirty says father with disdain.

emily takes the plate he gives her breaks into pieces on the table

says it is dirty no longer

the hell of your beliefs. the heaven of my transformation.

friend says to emily you may be deepest one.

emily counters i dont demonstrate that at all

'oh my dear, you don't demonstrate. you reveal'

"we deceive ourselves. and then others. it is the worst kind of lie."

"give me something pressed from truth and that is poetry"

"it's easy to be stoic when no one wants what you have to offer"

says emily

"but posterity is as comfortless as God"

"don't resist your vices Emily. it's your virtues you should be wary of"

I create my past with every word I write

in fact the world is my creation

imagine Emily on social media

feminist in her beliefs and universalist at heart and as powerful

as the great unknown

Emily

is

flaith

I am,

your loving goddess,

nobody, but who are you?

"this consciousness

that is

aware"

This is dedicated to John

Dos Passos

knowledge is consciousness but story is mind

Spirit is always filthy rich on the inside where it counts

Basho was a ninja and not as public as a frog appears

If everything is appearing in Consciousness, then

Consciousness is everything.

Hey baby, do you want to be in the movies?

Oh my dear illusion,

after one has lived a life,

one lets the life live you.

If not, delusion.

And ageism is the last pride and prejudice standing.

What me die?

No. It's what, me born?

All I know is awareness.

If deep sleep is like a reset,

death is like deep sleep.

Self-awareness is the evolutionary universe

experienced as suddenly now.

After a long deep sleep,

this is the only meaning of life.

Wake

up!

twenty last syllables

seventh secret haiku

one medicine leads to another

realization is kundalini too

secret footnotes of the seven revelations

SENIORS MUTATE OR DIE

in other words,

awakening is experientially material

but metamorphosis is not disease.

does western scientific materialistic medicine diagnose and treat

enlightenment of mind and mutation of body

as disease?

exactly!!!

physician heal thyself!

consciousness only.

The Seven Revelations of Metamorphosis

First. The insidious nature of samsara is convincing love

the world is salvageable. So much pointless effort. Sad!

Second. Democracy is just a recent innovation. Division

always ends in the lowest common denominator. Too bad, so sad! 

Third. Nathan Jessup only says what Plato knows

about the general public—you can't handle the truth. 

Well here it comes comma here comes the turn comma there are

no people comma there's just myself comma oneself period.

This is the prophecy of William Blake beyond John Milton and beyond

America and Prophecies of Daniel, Lao Tzu, and Nisargadatta.

Let all with ears to hear, listen to my anti-koan—

if a tree falls and I don't know it, the tree didn't fall.

  

All I know is this one consciousness and

all appearances within this omnipresence

and this consciousness is like a great

godly reflection rounded by deep sleep—

pure immaculate unsullied undiluted crystal clearly absolutely undefiled

untarnished faultless stainless spotless innocent oh true awareness! 

It's not so much enlightenment as much as

the mind being rewired—open or be closed.