featuring the buddha of self-awareness

individual identity is the natural instrument of universal consciousness. as an omnipotent feature of the absolute, the buddha of self-awareness needs to dream a self and i-am is this buddha, individually universal.

social conditioning is a disassociative state and only empire or not-empire wants to kill the taoist on the road, sal paradise. mythologically speaking, self-awareness is darwinian acme or real buddha.

there's eight billion people in the naked buddha says the prophecy. if politics is kali and cult is krishna, then zhuangzi is chuang tzu. like listen to rimbaud without a point of view.

listening to the golden notes of a summer-time evening oriole. division sucks and one is old-school but three is being rediscovered. for three is the new ten thousand.

in the name of creation, destruction, and butterfly. dying bird song, nautical sunset, electric midnight tao without a god. neither cross nor antichrist but transformation, may dream be my mythology.

Dreaming Boat

comme je descendais des fleuves impassibles


Love is silence speaking. Thought is just an echo. There’s metaphor, mythology, and the power of three. Like white lightning, thunderbirds, a feathered serpent swallowing its tail.

Love does and thought redux. Imagine string theory, chemistry experiments, magic crystals, organic homegrown DNA, individually universal Buddha.

Third love is not romantic but non-empirical. Neither is postmodern nihilistic as one is not two. Lilacs blossoming, the last of the spring peepers, electric pear tree.

The Well Sea

Denying the dream
and believing the dream
are the polar opposites
of the same duality.
But fathoming the dream
is seeing through the dream
all the way to ground.
For after outwardly treading
the watery wraith of world,
the ground is where one stands
in sudden self-awareness.
And all shall be going swimmingly.

The Absolute Look

Love moves the leaves that breathe in the light I am breathing out.
For pure awareness to be aware of awareness, the big bang is an echo,
a black hole is the mirror and psychobabble is my story.

I'm either in deep sleep or dreaming, never of a dream.
And samadhi is another name for the god of self-awareness—
religions love to idealize the absolute.

Look, you can't kill space-time and eat it too.
Consciousness is the source of all compassion and
compassion is always seeing sun behind the protoplasm—

beyond
love is always turning
but self-awareness is the lucid dreaming.
 

The Show

The mind is an unbelievable tool that wants to be used by love. And love is the hand of being. And being is the heart of intentional self-awareness. And self-awareness is an omnipresent feature of the absolute.

Features are like universes or buddhas, if one prefers. This feature playing on the silver screen is starring these three movie gods: mind, being, and intent. No, the absolute is not a god or feature but all is absolute.

Note 1: Mind is plot, dream, mythology, imagination, story. Note 2: Being is setting, spirit, presence, consciousness, now. Note 3: Intent is arc and evolution, both holistic and reflexive.

Notice mis-identifying with its body or itself, mind is always looking for the guiding hand of love in some other body like a lover, or some other thought like material belief or god, rather than within oneself.

Another Name For Spontaneity Is Love, Virginia

"Circumstances and conditions rule the ignorant. The knower of reality is not compelled. The only law he obeys is that of love.” ~Nisargadatta

Logic assumes a perfectly divisible universe. Although assuming a universe to be divisible at all is illogical. Thus love is not logical but universal, not a thought but consciousness 'itself.'

Seeing through the world of thought is dreaming love and not believing in a lot of nothing. For to meet the new absolute nothing is the same as the old relative nothing.

Every person tends to treat the symptoms, but the personal itself is cause. As if reforming transformation is a thing. Please don't take this personally but love!

One is not existent nor non-existent, but existing. As one is not a has-been, nor a being, nor a wanna-be, but being (verb, used without an object). As one is not the lover nor the beloved, but loving. Love!

Cherry Blossom Space-time

As preface, without a doubt of any thought, the nonduality of known and unknown is self-evident. As monotheism is to atheism as polytheism is to pantheism as nonduality is not a thought of any theism, no-mind is the mind without belief.

Thought is like the tool of self-awareness but attachment to a thought is like just waiting for some horrible industrial accident and the suffering which follows. Introducing mind-training—surrender isn't what it's really called for that's a very worldly word, love.

In dreaming, there's lucidity and conditioning of clouds. There's mirror and dust on the mirror. But I am not the mirror. I make the mirror of material forgetting and evolutionary self-remembering. For the universe is another name for the play of self-awareness.

Reflexive not reflective, my Narcissus, as is reflexive to reflective as is one to two as nonduality is to causeless goldfinches of Northern New England is beginning just north of the Merrimack. Right here, right now, cherry blossoms are blossoming—

cherry blossoms like this easter cross of tao in space-time, as the past and future, here and now, appearing, like this tall old cherry tree of salisbury point and its diminishing fireworks of early spring, cherry blossoms are perennial in consciousness but annual in thinking