Seventh Tantra of a Seventh Sutra

My lineage is non-linear.

First, the mind divides universal consciousness into the universe and then attempts to find the mathematical equations for how it did so as if it's something other than its violence in reverse.

Thus science is nothing more than reverse engineering.

Come forth sweet despots of the Tao—

Therefore lift up thy love to that cloud: rather, if i shall say thee sooth, let god draw thy love up to that cloud.

Relax and watch the 'I Am'. Reality is just behind it. Keep quiet, keep silent; it will emerge, or, rather, it will take you in.

There's no telling what you are.


As if the water table slowly grows into an open fountain that swallows the earth.

Each transformative and evolutionary droplet of water rising further or is it falling further. No matter.

Ah Zatoichi! Zatoichi Ah! Ah Zatoichi!

If horror is early deconstruction and comedy is the middle ages, what's the age of enlightenment in deconstruction? Koan.

I'd say more like one in a million. So you're telling me there's a chance?

quiet on the set
it may be just a movie
listen do no harm

Kiss projection. Embody the manifestation. Wait for absolute Godot. The chorus sings.


This wonderful universe is never-ending genesis, coincidence, and revelation. At best, the world is a fog of two in deconstruction. Rock beats scissors. Copy that consciousness.

The sword of koan sees through the slash and blood of two. In other words, last sword first sword. Zatoichi and the Sword of Koan.

Zhuangzi says there's no good without the bad. The way to nirvana is samsara says the Diamond Sutra. Christ is dying for my sins the Desert Fathers and Desert Mothers say. For every conceptual birth there is conceptual death. Or cherry blossoms.

By the way, the turn occurs after the power of three but before the power of seven.

Is being serious good or bad? Does self-inquiry lead to self-awareness or vice versa?

It’s not black and white. It’s north and south.

Love is the light between division. Light is before the thunder and after the unknown. I am the unknown. Here's what I love. Voila!

six secret footnotes to the sixth tantra

first. western medicine doesn’t mix with heart.

second. i am and the universal. not two.

if you love the dream, make the dream. third.


teachers sell knowledge. students are knowledge. thank god for poetry.

i was told about my birth. and only hear about my death. just imagine self-awareness!

unborn but eternal. in the name of pure awareness, self-awareness is the word of god.

Sixth Tantra. Christmas at Eleven.

Absolute awareness. Intent. Being. Body-mind. Ego and other as the world. After the projection is the revelator. Self-awareness.

Embodiment is like manifesting self-awareness. Imagine self-awareness three times.

Science is fiction but fantasy is as real as it gets before and after absolution. In other words, I am.

Footnote. Embodiment is not embodiment of the body-mind but embodiment of the universal—

both universal consciousness and its manifestation as the universe. Point a finger. Make a moon.

The difference between projection and manifestation is viewers like me and you and an artist like my self.

One learns from the world. Self-awareness makes the world. It all depends upon which side of the mirror I’m looking at or being through.

Projection is like owning a home but renting the world. Baby steps goes the teacher. I make the universe. Who needs to own?

Every wild projection is bested by an ace of hearts. Or a fifth of being. Or Jane of the absolute.

When the going gets weird, the weird turn manifestly self-aware. Like out of nowhere, Santa Claus!

If sex divides and love unites, what are you looking at? Don't believe in the kingdom of heaven. Be s/he.

Tantra Number Five in Seeing Through

belief is everything but love is something else
All hail the great and powerful cause. Belief is everything but love is something else. And severe renunciation is the zen of zen if zen is everything and zen is never something else.

it's like self-remembering
This Tantra says to kiss the idiot or is that Arthur Miller in After the Fall. It's like self-remembering except self is not a memory so there is no question of remembering. Gurdjieff was quite the trickster.

kissing the projection makes it manifestly mine
Kissing the projection makes it manifestly mine. Self-awareness takes an evolutionary and reflexive universe according to Charles Darwin, Albert Einstein, and Arthur M. Young. Respect the process.

squeeze the shaman
Turning projection into manifestation is just a matter of imagination. Go ahead. Squeeze the shaman. No thoughts, no prayers, no renunciation. No doing. Just intent's desire and a little imagination will do.

jesus is all my imagination
And Jesus didn't die for my sins because Jesus never dies. Plus there is no sin. Jesus is all my imagination. Thus Jesus dies so I can see through sin, belief, samsara, hell, whatever name of not nirvana, heaven, paradise—

ninety-nine parts attention
love and wisdom, self-aware absolute self I name. Imagination is ninety-nine parts attention to the emptiness of transformation like a headless head aware. And one part dreaming lucidly.

four footnotes to the fourth tantra

consciousness talking to consciousness sounds like an affirmation

but it’s just talking girl

it’s not that there’s not

pure awareness

it’s that there is

self-awareness

not two by half

four footnotes to eight couplets at half-time

prohibition doesn’t work because old medicines

not fade away

compassion before deconstruction

garysnyder notwithstanding

chuang tzu meeting zhuangzi on the way

no axe makes the axe

Fourth Tantra in Eight Couplets

All the world's a past
like intent's desire leaving the world in its wake.

S/he not being loving is
busy dying.

No mind is not no love unless
no mind is just all mind.

In fact, the past is resurrected by great love,
oh listen to this tantric Jesus talking.

Some like to keep the world around them sparse
because the past is such a nightmare.

Some like to keep the world around them half
because of love and wisdom.

In other words, denial still is in the world.
Imagination is out of this world.

This is called Tantra of Intrepid
Self-Awareness.

Six Footnotes to Third Tantra on One Bliss

It’s not nothing.

If pure awareness, then self-awareness. If self-awareness, then being. If being then dreaming. If dreaming then the lucid dreaming of self-awareness. If self-awareness then pure awareness.

Ah ha! Svaha!

Just imagine this as that and that as this and all is bliss.

Lucid lightning—

“in the very moment, in the natural disposition of pure being, as the original hyper-space that we cannot abandon, the natural state of pure pleasure is spontaneously arisen.”

Third Tantra

Bliss is the default mode of universal consciousness. It's really nothing special. Unless one has been conditioned to think otherwise. Bliss misunderstood is pain and suffering and all kinds of stress.

Self-awareness is the source of bliss as pure awareness is the ground. Bliss is the ground loop between awareness and self-awareness. Being. Consciousness. Love. Etc.

In the waves appear distortion. This is called samsara. Like reflections in a mirror. Or thinking otherwise. Seeing thru the looking glass—
          In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
          A stately pleasure-dome decree:
          Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
          Through caverns measureless to man
          Down to a sunless sea.
I am manifesting this. I never not was manifesting this.

One in a million is a teacher. The rest is just a puzzle to be deconstructed. After projection is prophecy. Before self-awareness is lucid dreaming—"al shal be wel, and al shal be wel, and al manner of thyng shal be wele."

Self-awareness already happened so to speak. This is just the sound and fury of thunder—and chain lightning. It's little understood that Buddha is telling Buddha what to do if Buddha meets Buddha on the road.

It's called loving deconstruction. Also, after Buddha kills Buddha there is—only Buddha. Like after Sutra is Tantra.

Talking Out of the Ordinary

Ordinary (adj.) Early 15c., "belonging to the usual order or course," from old french ordinarie "ordinary, usual" and directly from latin ordinarius "customary, regular, usual, orderly," from ordo (genitive ordinis) "row, rank, series, arrangement" (see order (n.)). ~etymonline

Love is not ordinary. But those who think it is are. For samsara is extraordinary. Pure awareness is out of the ordinary. Or rather that unknown godhead ground upon which the ordinary is projected.

Attention may be given but awareness is beyond such an ordinary transaction—despite the careless, effortless, and apathetic existentialism passing as wisdom-speak these days.

For awareness sends not its love into the world to reckon the world; but that the world through this unconditional love may be seen through. In other words, this unorthodox methodology of self-awareness.

My First Untitled Symphony

Don't believe the myth of self. Deconstruct the world. It's Chinatown. Forget it. The only known is being. That's the only knowledge of the absolute unknown godhead that there is. But don't believe this either. Even being is conceptual. In other words, I'm like the razor's edge. One belief and it's the Fall of Man.

Since the only known is the unknown, I dream the knowing this in mythic style. Every koan reveals bizarro world. So forget logic. And don't get me started on western medicine. It's time to leave my Maya's cellar. Who are you? Lately I’ve been dreaming the marriage of William Blake and Julian of Norwich.

Since I'm here already, let's make this evolutionary self-awareness a city on a hill. Remember Alice. It's wonderland. Construction! Pure awareness being self-aware is the only story. Like boy meets girl except non-duality. I kind of like the sincerity of Old English over irony of post-modern, or shit, the lazy existentialism of the present. But hey that's me.

Good myths are all unthinkable but a great myth is unbelievable. So imagination is to self-awareness as self-awareness is to imagination. So manifesting is direct path as if this universe is the result of some big bang. A river runs through the canyon of the dead. I turn on. I turn off. Like some common loon if seen from shore. The walrus was Big Sur.