Uncaused Caws and Wild Choruses

Absolute awareness is omnipresently and omnipotently self-aware of course, of Way, and mind is the necessary mirror in that evolutionary process which the body-mind calls self-awareness.

But mind gets lost within itself like a mirror reflecting in a mirror, like a river turning into whirlpools, like ten thousand rabbits emerging from a single rabbit hole.

Like an integrated part in usurpation of the universal holy holy holy whole, listen. Thinking is a fantastic tool but a very sorry identity. Crow caws the cause is crow but the chorus is walking on the wild side—

one sun, two riverbanks, a trinity of waves, the four directions. As thinking is more the tool, intuition is all non-doing. And the world is like a lover who left me in September and I am like the spring.

Incense, purple crocuses, and red-winged blackbirds; self-awareness is naturally reflexive in this way. Rock maple also rises. And returning to intent's desire is as a new car battery in New England.

Like ice out, the rising angle of the sun, weeping willows turning nature's greenest gold, if duality is in my DNA and separation is my social conditioning, then enlightenment is seeing through all birth and rebirth.

footnotes

age is a fallacy of western science and space is a metaphor for that beyond creation

being that all gods are individually universal and love is the proof of god

mirror mirror circle game and through the living glass

remember, memory is either a double-edged sword or double entendre. self-awareness requires some kind of mirror image. this is called projection.

William Blake and William Cullen Bryant. Ralph Waldo Emerson. Longfellow, Frost, and Gary Snyder. Emily Dickinson, Edna St. Vincent Millay, Joni Mitchell. ella fitzgerald and duke ellington. after a long and cold new england winter, february appears to be psychotic, no matter what the weather. see jonathan edwards see nisargadatta maharaj, bankei, eckhart the first, lalla, cold mountain,

neither naturalism nor eternalism nor nihilism nor partiality nor emptiness but no point of view. knowing the unknown equals being, ultimate math is ultimate spinach and love is being despite appearances. birth and rebirth are both conceptual but being self-aware is unbelievable

less said, the more unknown
 

Snow in Pleasant Valley—playing in the math

Snow doesn't fall—it just forgets. Paradise isn't lost—it's just misplaced. Snow doesn't coat a universe of forms in white but my sweet lord reveals the absolute within without.

The truth is, all belief is make-believe, and the one believing must forget this truth. Light falls and mountains appear. Glaciers form and flowers are reflecting in the fertile sands of a desert mirror in Four Corners.

It's light to light actually and not the legendary matter of dust to dust. This is what a butterfly calls self-awareness. I came, I saw, I conquered is the story but here's my trinity of actual experience—

I am, forget I am, Revelations. If the box is mind, thinking outside the box is no-mind. Burn down the intermission. The power of three is the seeing through two.

If that which is natural is that unknown, and this which is known is mathematical, then non-doing is doing the math. Given, absolutely one can't be known by zero, and the absolute one can't be known by two,

self-awareness is that holy trinity atomic power trio love. As samara is the absolute forgetting, and revelations is divine imagination, so consciousness only is nirvana.

One Turning Basho Ice-out Merrimack 190209

In the name of absolute awareness, universal consciousness, divine imagination, loving deconstruction and apocalyptic self-awareness, ice-out on the Merrimack.

If the source of the river is White Mountains, and the waves are manifestations of the holy spirit of enlightening intent, then the underlying current is this consciousness

in which ice appears and disappears. Tonight a crescent moon surrounding earthshine in last swans of twilight—this is my mythology. Pure awareness is omnipresently self-aware.

It’s this universal process as seen within the mirror of my dreaming turning Basho. Reality is merely numerology and two is self-awareness, self-awareness, self-awareness.

Ballad of That Being Said

If pure awareness is the absolute unknown, then self-awareness is that absolute's omnipotent quality of knowing that unknown. Further, as the absolute unknown is obviously unmanifest, self-awareness is

spontaneously manifestation itself. And mind is an integral aspect of this manifestation—like a crystal clear mirror hidden deep within its terminal basin, but, with time, is lost, within its irrational depths of division.

But the mind can't stop the mind from thinking, no matter what it thinks—only consciousness does. And this is why consciousness is always speaking to consciousness. Surrender, love.

Thinking is the shadow. It's not a matter for psychology and its mind games. Consciousness only is seeing through occlusion. Look, mind is the guts of enlightenment.

It isn't pretty but it does the trick. Also, divine imagination is not superfluous to the process of enlightenment as seen from a free-thinking mind. Mythology is a tool and not identity.


 

Ballad of Burning Love

Not only can't I make a horse drink water, but it tries to lead me to its dry belief.

Look, nothing really matters but my individual experience of the universe, knowing they're the one and same.


Once I said it's said a bodhisattva saves by knowing there is nothing to be saved or said,

but one can also say the universe collapses knowing I'm the universe and all is absolutely fine and well unknown.


Listen, they say the essence of evolution is self-awareness. I say as is intent's desire. No reason for enlightenment, it is and isn't.

Following intent’s desire, resting in self-awareness, as the secondary reverie is dreamily returning, suddenly awaken to this manifest of love.





FOOTNOTES

Enlightenment is in our DNA.
All arguments are personal. War is hell defending hell.
Note to self. Trademark individually universal.
To paraphrase the Diamond Sutra.
Theorizing relativity is the latest thinking.
Relax, enlightenment is just another word.
It's only esoterica but I like it.

Elvis lives. Life is an anagram.
A horse is a horse of course.
Being is what remains after postmodern deconstruction. It's called now.
The personal is a meme, wise guy.
I love the Christian mystic.
Pure awareness being self-aware. This is my bible.
In reality, self-awareness always be opening.

Projection is well-played.
Every individual is an emperor of ice cream.
Save your breath. Be a tree.
Don't particle that wave, my friend.
Simply speaking, self-awareness is enlightenment as seen within its so-called process.
As pure awareness is unclouded, self-awareness is the rainbow body.
Manifestation is analog. Enlightenment is digital.

 

Ballad of a Mystic from Norwich

In the Process of Omnipotent Absolute Self-awareness, not a single phenomenon isn't integral despite the calamity of its story.

Like self-awareness is a tree, the mind is like an axe, and the untold story is a coil of rope appearing to be Rings of Saturn.

Mythology. Psychology. Biology. Tautology. The Wholly Orgy Kama Sutra Everyone!

For every projection tells its terrible story but love is divine virtue pervasive in consciousness turning—

imagining the manifesting turning of enlightening intent in natural non-doing flowing

resting in omnipresent affectionate awareness going down the rabbit hole in foggy dreaming

spontaneously arising lucidly awaking to this sparking of one's consequent expression.

Rabbit Whale

Consciousness does not appear like magic from the mind, like space-time from a mustard seed, like being from a beetle.

Consciousness is all I truly know, this fundamental knowledge, and any other metaphysics is conditional disinformation

left unquestioned by a mind not yet prepared for further prehistoric or postmodern self-inquiry (I Am or Who am I)

no matter what phenomenal genius it displays. What a rabbit hole is thought. Love is always making karma.

It's said a Bodhisattva saves by knowing there is nothing to be saved or said.

The Seven Wonders of Awareness

When the universe is artificially divided, one's required to fabricate incessant concoctions of cause and effect to bind it back together.

But in terms of the universe itself, the universe is the only cause and the universe is a singular effect.

All is spontaneously transformative and never faithfully replicated even in the greatest feedback of electric memory.

Listen, a self-reflexive mythology is a systematic understanding of the universe as pure awareness being self-aware—

in which prime cause and its final effect is a pre-existing universal unconditional so to speak.

See it's an esoteric fact that self-awareness requires physical memory and divine imagination, or mirror and masquerade. Dust is optional.

If all appears in consciousness, and consciousness is the reflection of the absolute, eyewitness and inner voice are the yin and yang of Tao.

footnotes

looking at the parts will never know the whole
as cause equals effect, space equals time, and other theories of relativity
all in good time
don't rely on mind for time. it's like a phonographic needle but i'm a sixties song.
~just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in~
dropping is another name for seeing through all names
if self-awareness is the essence of pure awareness, and consciousness is the sky of self-awareness, consciousness is the cross of tao 

karma is belief not completely deconstructed
everything is the one, even one
omnipresence is always present
there is no unified theory but there is a unified heart—each beat is individually universal
no definition is absolute, every word must die
body-mind is political, consciousness is love
après consciousness, le monde

How to Love a Butterfly

Understanding isn't really understanding unless it's understanding understanding isn't really understanding. The only emperor is the emperor of thought but render unto consciousness all my loving.

One is individually universal. Two is setting imaginary boundaries. Three is dreaming them away. It's not about the freedom to speak my mind or whatever, but loving I am not the mind.

Because the dream remains in memory, there forever is a past, present, and future. And as cause appears in memory, rabbit holes. Dreaming is Zhuangzi. Zhuangzi is dreaming. The same is true for not Zhuangzi.
 

concentrating #sr190119

As the witness speaks, the voice is watching. Attention and intuition is breathing in and breathing out. All is headless, non-doing, and empty. The Tao of the Apocalypse is Tao. For self-awareness is beyond the wildest dream. Self-awareness is divine imagination as an ocean wave.

The Tao of Seeing Yin and Speaking Yang. Be the best unknown that one can be. To repeat, all is headless, non-doing, and empty. As to the unknown unknown, science doesn't speak but swears to god. Immateriality is just a thought away. A myth is a myth is awake.