The Point of Nonduality

Cause and effect is the dreamstuff of the dream state. And manipulating dreamstuff is the art of lucid manifestation. Empires and other cults of personality are formed around such shamans of dreaming. Politics is all about the kind of Kool-Aid one prefers.

Lucid dreaming without love is not lucid dreaming. Lucid dreaming without love is just expert dreaming. True love is the only fact in any universe. Anything but love is the dreamstuff of duality, romantic but only truth is beauty.

The dream is not real but dual. Being is real—that is the point of nonduality. Do not mistake one's being for experience. Let's say being is the music, experience records the music, and memory plays the recording like a dream. The recording stops and not the music.

Bad Comedy

Consciousness is like the trees are my toes, man. Look, they wiggle in the wind. And awareness is like the sky. Dig?

The material world is just a bubble floating through. Awareness be self-aware, sister!

Like a fountain where the sea is this great pool of being and rain is splash—hydrological self-awareness! They call me Ouroboros in your watery world.

Or consciousness is the glass, the mind is the lens, and self-awareness is this focusing on that informing the glass, amen.  

201021 civics 701

dropping body-mind is not politics as usual.

on the kali-krishna scale of civics, where kali wants to personally finish the mad violence of the world as soon as possible and krishna feels that love is doing exactly that, i'm stuck in the middle with shiva only.

if that called absolute awareness is naturally omniscient, then the absolute noumenon is self-aware, naturally,

where is is being, and belief is being materially unaware for the purposes of doing things naturally in that reflexive yin yang kind of three way.

indigenous footnotes

there is no separation between the land and sea or sky according to my indigenous knowledge

i've heard that to the hopi, the navajo are cowboys

i've read that to the navajo, cowboys represent the canyon of death

it's not about how long you've lived upon the land. it's that the land is living in you

all appears in consciousness

Experiential Nonduality

Separation was the first noun of our conditioning. The universe is verbal. 

Om, if consciousness is the expression of the absolute, onomatopoeia!

Division is the first and only mathematical function. There is no going forth and multiply without it.

And addition and subtraction are mere afterthoughts.

Consciousness is the water, this psychosomatic apparatus is the pump, self-awareness is the fountain. 

Experiential nonduality is actually a closed system. There is no other. 

Experiential nonduality is bound to be the very next phase. 

Seeing through the dream is the astronomical dawn of awakening.

If nirvikalpa samadhi is the sunrise, I’m like civil twilight. 

Only consciousness is knowledge. Knowledge in the dream isn’t knowledge. It’s just more dream. 

But all is not a dream. This is the common error of personal deconstruction without being, love.

So deep within its mental deconditioning, the so-called nihilist cannot feel it anymore. 

Do you like good music? That sweet soul music. I am, I am, I am.

Ode to Instant Shiva

What’s all Greek to me is Chinese to the Greeks. Consciousness only is the revolution! Words belong to the empire.

There are no new ideas. There are only old ideas dressed in new languages. This is why no one speaks Old English anymore.

Even Einstein couldn’t think his way to a new paradigm. Enlightenment is sudden. Of course one can’t step in the same river twice. I am the river!

Zeno’s paradox is not a riddle. Love is the answer and I am unquestionable! Which came first? Absolute awareness or self-awareness.

Space-time is another name for body-mind. Literally. As to this day, separation has yet to be proved. Do not hold your breath.

Leaves fall in golden autumn, trees go down in microbursts, earth erodes in ashes, the sun fades suddenly to black. Now breathe out. 

notes on chinese lyric poetry (shih)

1. beginning with book of odes (shih ching) in 6th-c bc (to 10th-c bc) as 4 character lines (although use of interjection and nonsense characters could mean 2 or 3)

2. at this time, characters were one syllable but later sometimes 2

3. characters:

a. noun characters do not indicate number (thus no singular or plural)

b. verb characters do not indicate tense.

c. characters were not used in context of a picture poem.

4. shih form kind of fades away until it reemerges in later or eastern han dynasty (2nd c) as 5 or 7 character (each with full weight)

5. each line is a sentence. couplets are connected via parallelism and end rhyme between couplets, but no connecting words

6. caesura at 2 in 5 and 4 in 7, creates 2,3 or 4,3 units

7. anon Nineteen Old Poems is earliest most influential 5 shih

8. ts'ao chih (192-232) 1st major poet of chien-an period and 1 of top 3 poets in pre-tang era according to burton watson (see tao chien and hsieh ling-yun)

9. in tang time, shih undergoes a formal development. divided into 2 groups.

a. old style (ku-shih) with no fixed rules of number of lines or rhyme scheme

b. new style (chin-t'i-shih) in 2 types limited in rhymes scheme and number of lines

1) regulated verse (lu-shih) with 8 lines, parallelism in most lines, and elaborate tonal patterns

2) broken-off lines (chueh-chu) like regular verse but a single quatrain

10. in sung times begins the practice of 'rhyme following' (tz'u-yun or ho-yun) in which one composes a new poem utilizing the same rhyme or rhyme words as a previous one, usually responding to a poem of a friend or visitor. when copying one's own poems, it's called tieh-yun.

Bhakta Story

All emotions are love diminished. Memo to me: don’t deny emotions in some nihilistic way. 

Either deconstruct the thoughts behind them or melt into the love as one directly undiminished.

The former is the error of all religions including scientific materialistic atheism. The latter are jnana or bhakta. 

In the nineties, nature was my lover. She drove me like a Cadillac. I embraced her with my Frenchman Bay.

My nineteenth nervous breakdown was in 1984 when the Thought of God scared the Dying Jesus out of me.

In late September of 2005, a great blue heron lifted from a glacial island boulder in the middle of a cloud-colored pond like revelations in a vision quest.

Two years later, I am slowly climbing one thousand sacred stairs of Yamadera where Basho writes within his Oku no Hosomichi, stillness and cicadas.