Hallowed Ghost

A person doesn’t have consciousness. Consciousness has a person. Only the absolute has consciousness.

Consciousness has a dream like a person has a dream but the dream of consciousness is the person.

Consciousness is not a dream although it is conceptual. Consciousness is the immaculate expression of the noumenon

and all phenomena appear in this expression. Just as the mind awakens from its dream each morning—

consciousness awakens from the personal. And as consciousness awakens to consciousness—the absolute is suddenly self-aware.

Merely resting in consciousness, the personal I-am, good friend, dissolves material belief. Like October mysteries in November wind.



~footnotes~

1. the god of consciousness takes it stand in the god of the absolute noumenal unknown, sweet jesus!
long haiku two
expressionistic consciousness is dreaming
the person and the person dreams
the mirror of absolute self-awareness
3. a story uses words but the word is not a story
four the absolute expression is life and dreams appear in life (concepts are the ten-thousand words but consciousness is the breath, first word)
sometimes a fifth myth. self-awareness is an omnipresent feature of the noumenon, consciousness is the heart of that intent, love is the hand of this being, mind is my absolute mirror.
psa. consciousness is not the best medicine. consciousness is the only medicine.

Coyote Consciousness

for Keith

Body-mind rests in consciousness like a mountain range rests in earth like the dead are resting in peace.

Time got it wrong. Materialism is dead. God is consciousness. So visualize one is consciousness and the mind is a wave of consciousness

and the body is the beachhead of consciousness. And the healing is the reign of consciousness.

For consciousness is the nondual manifestation, and the power of potentiality, and the glory of the absolute unknown.

Remember, the more that consciousness is thought to be a product of the brain, the less consciousness shall heal thy heart.

Look, all dreams need to be dreamt by other dreams. But it's so cold on a cold mountain, dreams just fade away into Coyote.

Walden 108

Without the concept of a head, the world appears in Consciousness. Like this body sprouting from the absolute unknown.

In other words, object equals subject. And subject is just another name for that mysterious unknown.

Self-awareness is the one true myth. As if gradual evolution and sudden intuition form the crossroads.

To use the mind, see through the mind. Disidentify, disidentify, disidentify.

Neither mushroom cloud nor lotus flower but skunk-cabbagedom according to Henry. 

Hui-neng on One Practice Samadhi

14. One Practice Samadhi means at all times, whether walking, standing, sitting, or lying down, always practicing with a straightforward mind. The Vimalakirti Sutra says, ‘A straightforward mind is the place of enlightenment,’ and ‘a straightforward mind is the pure land.’ Don’t practice hypocrisy with your mind, while you talk about being straightforward with your mouth. If you speak about One Practice Samadhi with your mouth, but you don’t practice with a straightforward mind, you’re no disciple of the Buddha. Simply practice with a straightforward mind and don’t become attached to any dharma. This is what is meant by One Practice Samadhi.

Deluded people who cling to the external attributes of a dharma get hold of One Practice Samadhi and just say that sitting motionless, eliminating delusions, and not thinking thoughts are One Practice Samadhi. But if that were true, a dharma like that would be the same as lifelessness and would constitute an obstruction of the Way instead. The Way has to flow freely. Why block it up? The Way flows freely when the mind doesn’t dwell on any dharma. Once it dwells on something, it becomes bound. If sitting motionless were right, Vimalakirti wouldn’t have criticized Shariputra for meditating in the forest.

Good friends, I know there are people who tell others to devote themselves to sitting and contemplating their minds or purity and not to move or to think. Deluded people are unaware, so they turn things upside down with their attachments. There are hundreds of such people who teach the Way like this. But they are, you should know, greatly mistaken.


The Platform Sutra: The Zen Teaching of Hui-neng (tr-Red Pine)

one mystic samadhi. three haiku footnotes.

from out of this world
turned silent
returning to being only
where awareness is reflecting

within amplifying consciousness
evolving in circles of self-awareness
suddenly knowing Who I Am
by who I am

lucidly dreaming
temporarily forgetting
ritually remembering
one mystic samadhi


three haiku footnotes

~almost frog haiku~

space-time winter
consciousness only
absolute well

~haiku 845~
in the central nervous system
purple asters
the omnipotence!

~the long haiku~
all you really know is consciousness
birth and death are merely rumors of war
this is the straightforward myth

indian love song

To begin at the beginning is no beginning at all. To begin is just a thought. There's nothing wrong with that.

But thought is not the hand of the heart that holds this storied tool of thought. In fact, the heart is knowing no beginning.


Only the mind undoes the mind. And personal deconstruction isn't deconstruction if it doesn't suddenly spontaneously stop.

Nihilistic mind is such a wasteland of the mind. There is no experimental now without consciousness.


This is the immaculate fact that scientific mind necessarily forgets. The Cheshire Cat is calling this just that.

PSA: Loving fear is sudden healing through direct medicine. The great spirit of the way confirms.











footnote

song song psa squared
duality is all about the fear and desire
this nondual way has two paths
love the fear. deconstruct desire
beauty is truth, truth beauty—that is all
on the bonnie bonnie banks o' loch lomond

contemplating 201. unknown knowing.

There's the known and unknown. The known is consciousness. The unknown is that which consciousness is.

(All appearances in consciousness are like the stuff of dreams dependent on this consciousness asleep intent on slowly waking.

Consciousness awake is consciousness knowing consciousness is the only knowledge.)

Consciousness neither knows nor doesn't know the unknown, and in this way, consciousness knows the unknown being the unknown.

footnote

psa. if consciousness is knowledge, consciousness is cure. and visualization is the true medicine for body-mind.

contemplating 101. experientially i.

"Not thinking I fully know nor not know, it’s thus known." Without a myth to live, like Bartleby, I'd be preferring not to.

But knowing one's being as the only knowledge needing to be known is seeing through this need for myth tonight.

In contemplation, all I know is this knowing I am, in fact, I am this ‘I am’, and further, the I of this ‘I am’ is that original I within this contemplation.

Even experientially, the I is absolute. That is pure awareness. It’s also called direct enlightenment. The sun of science says black hole.

footnotes

psa. being there are ten thousand causes, anything is the cure. just turn one.

psa. pain may mean there hasn’t been an honest change in way too many months. so try changing something at least every month. consider the names of the moons as suggestions if you haven’t got a clue. every season is a brave new world. each person is a rebel without a cause.

summer's manifesto

Thus it's the first day after the summer solstice and sunset tonight is comparatively silent—but the young birds love this midsummer twilight!

So this time of year, I go to the picture window as if it were the sea and look for fireflies. They descend from the ground and slowly fall into the black hole of space. Call me self-awareness.

The last flowering pagoda dogwood wedding day of June feels like death. It’s completely conceptual but I need more fireworks!

Consider the lilies of early July—day lilies, trumpet lilies, a prophecy of lovely lilies! Get over the spring. Get over all aspects of identity and be nakedly unknown.

There's a sandbar in the river where a glacial moraine is being destroyed by the current. By early July, a crowd of boats is playing there.

Every year the lambs reappear in the neighbor’s field next door despite all death and rebirth. In the morning, there's a little one that likes to lie behind a bleached-out log and watch the people passing by.

Because there was a stop sign, I stopped for the chicken crossing the road. But the rooster wanted something like an invitation—cross already! Slowly it turns and suddenly I take a right.

Goldenrod is blooming in the sunny spaces of the south-facing riverbank. Soon the purple loosestrife shall be invasive in the wetlands. All of this because divinity of memory. Divine imagination.

Yes, every year about this time beginning late July, I start to think about the purple loosestrife—and like a miracle it appears within a week or two. Listen, in an ode to purple loosestrife, the world is divided because I am divided.

Accordingly I saw three separate instances of a lone purple loosestrife today, each at least a mile from another. Purple blossoms first appear like the gentle flame on a single tall green candle. In a week or two, these wetlands will be a godly inferno of purple loosestrife, an invasive plant apparently, but nevertheless one of truth and beauty.

The windows are open. It's late July and if memory serves me right, crickets are just around the corner. But tonight, there's not a single sound. It's like a ryokan here and I'm writing in an ancient hut, all calligraphy and enlightening intent. 

This week I had to stop the car to let three wild turkeys cross the road. After every step, there’s a sudden stop. Necks appear to whiplash! The fourth one kindly stopped for me and I continued down the road.

Lately I see rabbits and not the wonderland kind. There's something about a rabbit in the grass. As if consciousness is there in both vast ears and listening. Hearkening only, full of intent and prime for spontaneity. Hearkening only.

Disassociation is an ego thing. Leaves don't fall until the fall and neither does self-awareness. As consciousness is the expression of the absolute, I am the divine imagination of consciousness—lucid, improvisational, inspirational.

The gardens are full of stunning Black-eyed Susans today. Like so many yellow suns emanating in the nameless—O Susan, Susan, lovely dear, my vows shall ever true remain; let me kiss off that falling tear; we only part to meet again.

Seventh of August and the sun is setting before eight. Darkness doesn't fool me anymore. From the rim, I've seen the sunrise go on and on from butte to butte in Grand Canyon. I know that golden point of view.

Love is not some beautiful projection. Love is that projecting. Follow the light not of this world. For Jesus is Adam and Eve is Atman is Brahman is nameless noumenon. Last night I finally heard the crickets.