Solar Being

Solar winter passed this week. Here comes the sun. Sunlight is the heart of consciousness. Can you feel it? Knowledge absolutely burns.

All facts are based on some conspiracy. Being is the knowledge of self-awareness. Emotion is the white hot knowledge of being filtered by cold thought.

On one side, there’s creation. On the other hand, there’s genocide. In-between is desperation. Thought makes judgment. Paradox breaks thought. Love wakes paradox. Thought fakes love.

Self-awareness is the force. The force is consciousness. Consciousness is pure feeling. Experience is this before sentience. Not a sentient being, I am being. In other words, welcome to solar spring.

footnotes

1. as for heaven and earth, black holes are like heaven and the sun is earth.

2. the world is occluded sun measured by the depths of night. this is why our ancestors keep the stars alive!

2a. the scientific method at its best is astronomy.

2b. the scientific method at its worst is string theory.

2c. astronomy is the highest deconstruction of the old boss. theoretical science is the new boss.

3. there is no genesis. there are no revelations.

3a. no old. no new.

3b. "But it is a characteristic of wisdom not to do desperate things."

3c. love and paradox are two sides of one coin. like yang and yin.

3d. thus all belief is one-sided.

4. sentience is the body. cognition is the mind. memory and recognition is early fractal consciousness. drop body-mind.

4a. self and self-awareness is the great duality behind nonduality.

4b. self-awareness is the Self.

Calvin Does Candlemas

February feels too much like October but it appears to be midwinter. I shoveled 18 inches of thought today. I think I might have struck bare ground or conscious pavement.

I was saying to my neighbor anything but self-awareness is the snow. Some days I’m the glass, some days I’m the mercury, Calvin replied.

Spontaneity is slow motion. Transformation is sudden. I like to guess at time. So I’ve divided my picture window into degrees of altitude and azimuth.

It's just like a vision I once had while on a vision quest at Grand Canyon. Actually the vision is the sun is always rising. It’s five o’clock somewhere, he said.

Life is making use of uselessness. Love is self-awareness. Nothing is malfunctioning. Calvin is dedicating this Candlemas to Longchenpa, Zhuangzi, Traherne, and Hafiz.

Almost Saint Brigid's Day

Act One

Thoughts will run away if love is not the hand that holds the tool.

Hermits know that love is the hand of being before being hermits.

On the other hand, forced solitude drives most people crazy, as is being witnessed these days.

Look, I know what forced solitude feels like. More than one girl has broken up with me.

Healing takes time though. Think back on times of love and know that love is you. Simply being.

Let me try another translation. When someone falls in love, the love they fall in– is oneself.

Love does not take two.

Act Two

Long ago I did not love myself. Materialism calls this narcissism. I call it materialism.

There is a turning in this dreaming as being suddenly is seeing through the fog of dreaming.

For being is the heart of self-awareness. And self-awareness is the heart of evolution.

And I am not my thoughts as I am not this pen writing love loves love.

That is the essence of sufi, bhakti, and the desert fathers. And mothers.

In the meantime, try reading some Hafiz, Mirabai, or Anthony and Amma.

Friends, get out of your head and let your thoughts rest in peace within you.

Electric Nonduality

Feeling my potentiality tonight. True knowledge is energetic. Intuition is a feeling. That I am is at first a thought but then it catches being.

For being is the manifestation of potentiality like Electric Ladyland by The Experience. Like the lightning of love in the middle of a dark belief.

Big science has it all wrong. A black hole is light. Self-awareness is a feature of absolute awareness and not some great duality.

Notes on Sanai, Attar, and Rumi

looked for a translation of manṭiq-uṭ-tayr (conference of birds) by attar of nishapur. dick davis has a rhymed version. sholeh wolpe has the newest contemporary version. but then i discovered c.s. nott, gurdjieffian who did one in the 50s. had to go with that one obvs.

rumi is said to have said that "attar has roamed through the seven cities of love while we have barely turned down the first street"

rumi also said "attar is the soul and sanai its two eyes, i came after sanai and attar." as to sanai, his hadiqat al haqiqa forms a triumverate of masnavi/mathnawa (spiritual couplets) with attar and rumi

basically there's one english translation of hadiqat al haqiqa done by stephenson long ago but recently modernized by kieron moore which looks promising.

as to rumi's masnavi, there's the old prose version of stephenson and the newer rhymed version by jawid mojaddedi. will probably get both, but that's a six volume project (each) for some other day.

this has been a presentation of talking translations. had to work that out in tweets for myself. i've been researching various sufi works and their translations and needed to clarify some things about sanai, attar and rumi. and that's that.

note Mathnawi (Arabic) or masnavi (Persian) is a kind of poem written in rhyming couplets, or more specifically "a poem based on independent, internally rhyming lines". Most mathnawī poems follow a meter of eleven, or occasionally ten, syllables, but had no limit in their length.

note from this quick research, i consider these masnavis to be the sufi equivalent of sutra or tantra, and sanai, attar, and rumi to be their highest practioners.

divine imagination naturally

Mind is the mirror of self-awareness. Love is the hand that holds the mirror. Being is the hand of love and the heart of self-awareness.

If it doesn’t sound like a paradox in process, it’s probably the empire speaking.

Sometimes I write. Sometimes I’m written.

Either way, it’s all writing.

Self-awareness is nothing if not divine imagination.

Awareness is divine imagination naturally.

It’s said that writing is a state of divine imagination.

Coincidence is where two paradoxes cross in any universe.

The ninth line is often something fearless arising from the great unknown.

In natural perfection, all manner of things shall be well.

Concerto in Being 9

I always come back to Bach. And always the Brandenburg Concertos. Like waves to the sea, like unconscious belief, political or religious, to being. 

The only power is being. The world buys my power and not vice versa. Self-assertion is luminous manifestation. Like father consciousness for me personally.

Being is the default. Self-awareness is the self. Separating self from self-awareness is duality. Neither manifest nor unmanifest. Beyond all thought. Like love.

That beyond thought is not a void as some would have you think. Thought is a wonderful tool but an insufferable identity.

Love is the revelation of the timeless within time. Identify with that instead. Loving the loveless is compassion. Do that. Lover be like god. Enjoy!