Reflections On a Desert Moon

There are no others; there's just projection. So coyotes are not howling at the moon but face to unoriginal face.

And as one sees the world is one's reflection, there's no longer any need to think you’re two.

For when I thought there was a world, I acted like the world, but as I know the world is me, I am.

Literally, figuratively, and experientially, consciousness is consciousness is consciousness.

Peak deconstruction isn't speaking in tongues but knowing the valley of the dawn is singularly speechless.

There's nothing like a desert for enlightening intent. And self-awareness is intent, is it not?

Individually Universal

As if division is a thing or separation an objective, the world can't stop the world from doing worldly things, but an individual can deconstruct and be.

Like the resurrection, deconstruction is the wilderness. Although the personal is objectively divided, the individual is subjectively universal. You already have what you want, but give yourself your need.

Coyote instant karma, visionaries as preservers of the status quo, come forth sweet democratic despots of the individually universal! Real meditation is intentional being.

Belief is a terror, the terrible twos. Mysticism is aurora borealis at the boundaries of the status quo. But individually universal is my mantra for the absolute. 

Signed Consciousness

Body-mind appears in consciousness.  Another name for body-mind is the universe.  To body-mind, the body-mind appears to be material and moreover, divided.  It’s not; the body-mind is pure universal consciousness.  The material is just a notion of the body-mind.

To conditioned body-mind, the fact that all is consciousness is an unbelievable, outrageous, and laughable thought.  To deconstructing body-mind as no-mind, thought of body-mind is seen through, for all is consciousness naturally.

The secondary concept of the material, and all the accompanying tertiary concepts which form the world, arises from the primary concept of separation/division from/of the immaculate conception of consciousness only.

footnoting manifesting mataparadigming

thanking each mistake that got one here is like a full force forgiveness
all experiments are like the day of trinity
embodying the knowing is slowly flowing go

mistaking cause for intent is like thinking God creates Adam
before peaking
thank the karma that brings you here

an ode to the absolute is an ode to self-awareness is an ode to being
north pole and south pole
yin yang arts of all feng shui

the one heart of the universal is the only way
to get to nirvana take the samsara south or i 91 north
but as if it makes all the difference

footnoting robert frost
absolving the body-mind each night
or every day

The Art of Manifesting Metaparadigms

When lost in thought, one thinks the universe is an object of such thinking, despite the obvious experiential fact that all appears in consciousness, of course.

Does within swallow without or does without emerge from in within? This paradox is called The Tao of Ouroboros.

Believing that consciousness arises from the material universe is the first law of the world. But witnessing all appears in consciousness is the only knowledge, and thus not of this world. Turn, turn, turn.

The greatest deconstruction is no-mind seeing through all thought, where no-mind is an eastern variant for consciousness and thought is the western ground of scientific materialism.

If a philosopher is a fool for words, and the fool is another name for the mystical, is the mystic a philosopher without words?

Look, a covenant is between two objects, like Abraham the personal incarnate, and God the great personification of all that's unknown. A promise is the unknown being.

Plimoth Vortex Sutra

Giving thanks to the bounty of nature as this body is the body of Christ consciousness like a stereo system is the body of music—the dream state is the house that consciousness builds to listen to itself as to know itself. This is called the song of self-awareness.

This song is like a great morality play where morality is social conditioning and play is universal love deconstructing unawareness. In the moment as it is, the separation of truth and law is the tantric gift of the first thanksgiving, and beyond all worldly empire and amen!

Universal consciousness is individually absolute and the only teaching of this knowledge is direct transmission, sudden spontaneous combustion, or the paradox of poetry—and not by local priest nor, god forbid, archbishop.

Being only is the only knowledge and divine imagination is the mythic dream of self-awareness. There are ten thousand causes for each effect. Being is the absolute. Transcendental fundamental firmament of transformation and impermanence, absolution be thy nameless name!

Stories are born like lilies of the field but consciousness is
the sun in olive trees with yellow sky and sun.
Iphoki, wanbli, honga, kamamul,
wohali, atsa, pelaethee, tsa-cho!

Ode to Beatitude

Dreams appear to be a mathematical foundation until uncertainty is introduced within the guru going further.

If the body deconstructs completely every seven years, does not the mind's identity as well

if unattached to any alien memory like the thought of death? Like Jack Kerouac says

the beat in beat is actually beatitude and not some carnival of mind or dream state.

If knowledge of the world is really knowing nothing and consciousness is the only real knowledge,

is this the world something other than a show business? Thought is like a tool and a person is like that tool thinking it's the hand

but embodiment is being handy. Purple November twilight snow is being natural is beautiful is

truthful as a rose is a flower is awake who thinks oneself asleep and dreaming.

Being Gnostic Code Name Henry

There's no stopping thought for stopping thought is just another thought but seeing through all thought is further. Gone beyond further.

Some say deep sleep is like the absolute but that's just dreaming talking. Being only is.


Witch hazel blossoming in November snow—literally, being is the only knowledge like poetry is the only headless language.

As far as I know, I was never born and death is just a concept born from my projecting. Being is all I really know.


You can be without thought but there's no thinking without being, no matter what scientific thought is thinking.

Like Henry plainly says. Skunk cabbage slowly grows beneath the knowing snow.

tantra universal nonconceptual individual absolute

Between the space of consciousness and the place called the world is the cloud of unknowing. Only in unknowing knowledge one knows knowing, Hiawatha.

The greatest myth literally creates a world where one is lucidly living out the latest understandings. And these are the latest greatest understandings—universal, nonconceptual, individual, absolute.

Obviously love is not a science. Experiential being (I am) equals infinity and beyond. The unconditional can't be classified—like a Georgia O’Keeffe flower. Being is Far Out Like Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds!

s/he says vagina. s/he says lankavatara. no name for basho. and the chorus goes universal, nonconceptual, individual, absolute. Lights! Myth literally creates a world for one’s projection! Lovingly. Lucidly.


 

Dream like Zhuangzi

I was taught to think the universe is other than myself. Hell, I was taught to think there even is a was.

After all, every cinematic encounter deconstructs the nuts and bolts of mass projection, but every story likes a story instead.

See, I know the space of instant manifestation and sudden reincarnation without a doubt, but I'm still learning timing.

And if science teaches me one thing about the space-time continuum, it's its holistic nature,

the universe and its uncertain inevitability of transformation, but nothing more.

What science hasn't yet to prove is that old old folktale: the other. In fact it’s just the opposite.

Listen, almost all translations of poetry writing from a point of view without a view have a point of view.

Therefore, burn this before reading. Zhuangzi utterly transforms the butterfly effect.