this is a return to self and earth
departing for nowhere, arriving everywhere
he who seeks shall find no knowledge
in this he learns all
as the eye cannot see itself
so too, the knower cannot know itself
the knower can never be made an object of its own knowledge
therefore, knowledge is arisen by knower
just as knower is arisen by knowledge
to be or not to be is not the question
for all things arise mutually and together
ceaselessly a-swing the pendulum of forever
adrift assail the tomorrow of yesterday
my present the passage of futureless ashes
adrift aghast on todays yesterday
my present the current of passageless ashes
thus lost alone midswim eternity
somewhere my heart was turned in sync with i
and so on i swim, through the abyss, for no end of ages shall pass
when i remember forever who i am at last
this truth is beyond the intellect
so think not!
for the silence surely speaks best
oh screams does the silence!
not another spoken word
of writ my thoughts are echoed
of scripted ink i sing!
here was found eternity’s secret
the end of all philosophy begins the question ageless
is man the dream of dolphins
or the dolphins a dream of man?
all is indeed but a dream we see or seem
dream this dream in sync with the seen
as the seer and seen in sync is seeing
ceaseless expressioning of which is
the profound enigma of being in timeless flux
then and now and form and void
encompassing each other
just as a circle when thought in dual becomes the wave
so too the realm of being when thought in two arises life and death
am i breathing or am i being breathed?
wonder i do oft, how such to ask without inquiring
your memory, thou art not
said before now i remember, tat tvam asi!
for truth is known by those who know it not
the game of being : yes and no
now you see, now you don’t
the conquest of nature can indeed be
achieved through measurement and number
a conceptual holograph cast onto chaos
the stomach of the void
confuse not the coding for the code
thought becomes the drug with which one cannot part
jumping compulsively to follow thought alone
the real world we’d rather photograph than know
money becomes the wealth, pursuit becomes the pleasure
but happiness cannot be pursued
the butterfly lands upon my head
i noticed three hours ago
as a flower blooms from its core simultaneously together
so too does a flowering of consciousness radiate from within
'eloi, eloi, lama sabachthani?’ the final words of Christ
my beloved, my beloved, the heart we hath within each other
why do you injure me? i Am, your self
why do you injure me? i am the Self in You!
mistaking constellations for the stars
the finger of a buddha for the tao
religions rise above the ashes of awakened beings
master syntheses of pattern that we destroyed out of blindness and fear!
truly the child has the wisdom
collecting pebbles on the shore
we are only really ever a single moment old
we are old and young, nondual and timeless
welcome to immortality
knock and the door shall be opened
and one day like a lightning strike
a chord jumps into sync with the heard and the seen
alit incandescent against eternity’s belt
join the dance of the mystic
sharing in a peace which passeth understanding
immovable calm, the mind, imperturbable
in thus consummate resolve i drift aboard delight
and in marriage with the courage to trust thyself aright
sometimes i float in the deep of endless depths
fathomless bottoms devoid of luminescence
but here i rage no more against a dying of the light
for death i do not damn for how could death be damned!
such damnation is the symptom of madness!
we can be certain then that a damning of the light of death
departs away from truth, forsaking life, leaving life betrayed
witness now the tale of husband death
death walks the invisible world
in which live the realms of invisible beings
of these realms there is a peculiar set, they call themselves human beings
in the abyssal depth of death’s invisible world
there appear like holograms in the space of the empty
materializing, mysteriously, into dangling densities
eccentric ghostly figurines against the backdrop of the void
now the king of death had one rule only
which all beings that are visiting must accept
do not extend your invitation to my paradise
ere shall i annihilate. enjoy my welcome. that is all
for eons past and futures far alike
the abyss of the void of the realm of death
is ever momently purged to keep his invisible world... tidy
but persistently is there ever unwelcome visitors
apparently having failed to respect proper guest routine
manners so absent that even death raises a brow
and therefore shoots the queen of life a glance
having all the appearance of an expression of a demon’s that is gleaming
i just cannot understand, the devil said, speaking of the rascals
which take advantage of his hospitality,
relaxing with the queen of life sitting ‘neath a ginkgo tree,
how they overstay their welcome!
addicted they are, replied the wife of life, to material
so much so apparently, they identify themselves
with their densely bodies and are tricked
by their physicality with your hospitality
how odd they think we envy them, desiring mortality! uttered husband death
you’re exactly right, replied the queen of life, how little they know of life. . .
(her voice pierced the logosphere, a tune too perfect to hear)
like the lonely flower, beautiful for no one. . .
like this butterfly, beautiful for me. . .
and all the sky in water blue, beautiful for you. . .
her song penetrated every corner of the world
over every land and sea her voice reverberated
the secret untold which keeps itself! she cried
but these notes of honey settle rare on ear or eye
dewdrops they, of joyous myurakuli!
so few these are, are those invisible to me
and so sighed the king of death
but his spirits were uplifted not long after
the lovely wife of life undressed her luminous gown
mystic’ly aglow, of the softest moonlit violet-blue
entering the pond of eternity she made not a ripple
her tresses silky deathless find their course aflux
along in motion on her shoulders softly pale
but beneath the tresses – arest on breasts divine
beats behind the breasts divine the immortal heart of light
the goddess life
everywhere resounds the knowledge
a starwink blinks satori
from neuronal trees to dendritic leaves
from forces nuclear to the gravities of stars
from thumping hearts to magnetic blinking pulsars
from the pupil of a galaxy to the black abyss of the eye
like large like small, bi-polar and non-dual
infinitely inward the atom’s fractal interior
unboundedly outward universes encircle our own
the quintessence of unity refracts repeats in all directions
like a vast void of mirrors facing each other every which way
infinitely reflections reflecting reflections
the source of which, being utterly inescapable from my knowledge
every level yes every layer is as middle in the spectrum
as is every other level and every other layer along the continuum of forever
itself extending indefinitely everywhere
it is eternal, but transcends eternity
it would be better to call it timeless
better still, call it . . .
and you are that
aft last breath, no delay
‘fore a newborn first inhales
breath and freedom are the same
and defensive walls invite attack
the genuinely unguarded are never destroyed
beyond knower and known is true gnosis
of which is arisen the everlasting principle : not this. not that.
the universe is more an organism than an engine
more a work of art than a mission
designing itself self-so as it goes
never the same before as it is right now
its identity the play of artists
its meaning the dance of mystics
but always its justification is simply itself
and this perforce compels of thought the what the when and which!
but if for such it is, that i think ‘therefore’ i am
doth recede the leaf but first and only after
it checks its planned departure with the counsel of the tree?
and so saith the oak in the language of its branches
fall from me dear leaf, on your own volition
and so should thee depart from me
let go and fall arest upon my ground of being
to make a master of your own
for seeds of being bloom in fields fertile to their flowering
an undulation of consciousness are we, of life and death
and taken together constitute the river of eternity
and we drift along not by it as if logs were we
but rather with it of it for we are the stream
everywhere flowing on nowhere
thus we call living a form of dying
and dying a form of living
they are different yes, but not separate
like our breathing, in and out, not disparate
like magnetic dipoles, positive and not positive
that is ceaseless being!
‘non-being’ is inconceivable insofar as it cannot be conceived
lying outside conceivability
there is very simply. . .
simply such! just thus, suchness. . .
and of suchness, of thus, no-suchness
such is thus! just such, thusness. . .
and of thusness, of such, no-thusness
of what is such of thus and thus of such is i
the wave of existing~not-existing, is timeless being!
there is not then, a non existing 'not-existing'
(which they call 'non-being') but only being!
we might as well just roar with laughter!
consider, the region of no-sight in the eye
black, black, no-blackness : the domain of nothingness in myself
yes, therein deep that blackness is myself
this blankness behind the eyes is a non-dual non-space
non-time not-this not-that not-anything is it
here contrast is annihilated
for demarcation lines cannot outlast oblivion
i kill no ghost
as i’m taken into the mirror
i see there nobody!
who is it who sees?
(and thus forms from everywheres a riddle)
there is first the eye of mind
and then the eyes
hence what i imagine and what i see
which one of these is the real of the three?
in departure for the realm of out-of-mind
to a rebirth of that which is felt
by way of our senses, coming to see without seeing
hear without hearing, and think without thinking
what begins a small flame can set fire to the world
meet wisdom meet madness and genius
meet buddha meet shaman and mystic
the advice of sages has always been
of all eons and times, walk on
genius is the madness of the artist
artistry the genius of that madness
delightfully the mystic swims the deep enchanted out of thought
frighten with oblivion (death) can not the mystic who sails the abyss for fun!
knowledge is limited, imagination is infinite, a madman has written
the marriage of faith and courage is the path
to the paradise of immortality
true courage is a letting go of everything
and faith if true is trusting the unknown
and in this unknown is your own nature
are you not everywhere?
for surely and truly that art thou
enblissed enjoyed to echo eternity’s ring!
a song, is it eternal? yes! there is a voice forever
and you are it, this divine logos
be free and trust thyself
language itself is the method of melody
and since ancient times it has been called the logos
it’s even called the implicit order
beyond death and life
(caveat lector, for we are entering into dream)
from the implicit logos there arise explicit voices
and from this seabed of empty void
mnemosyne sings through the mind of all beings
think of the waving of the ocean
each crest falls into trough
for trough to manifest again the crest
rising to fall to fall to rise
together cresting and troughing we have a waving!
and just as each wave is like a waving of the ocean
each life is like an aperture, through which the void looks out
and sees its infinite form, manifested as the world
each life a bell ringing
each star a void winking
each being a soul embering
every mind a dream imagining
if this is understood
and have de-constructed defenses in earnest
both faith and courage true
we walk on naked and shameless unguarded. . .
to whom death is not a stranger
for whom death is not the enemy
this one walks immortal
this one lives eternally
swimming joyous perhaps alone
set free from problems armed not with false knowledge
we soar through the infinity of mind-space free from destination
we tap the waters of the waterfall that i should dare to call divine
the waters crystal clear reflection, an invitation, to fearlessly imagine
rhythmical reveries of eternality
embodied in the springs of sources joyous
thought is flesh and flesh is word
in the beginning was the word remember?
blood and bone reverb the word!
it is the division itself which is the unity
our monkey selves may be accelerating the rate of cosmic expansion
by virtue of merely looking into a telescope
she is irreducible because she is You
further and further accelerating the rate at which we invent new languages
we are, in effect, driving the evolution of our consciousness forward
to higher and higher realms of complexification and self-reflection
there is not a difference between universe and self
there is not a difference between humanity and self
with each new species of language that is generated
higher orders of complexity are compounding with the last
into some kind of super meta-language
a language of all languages, but never returning to its prior and simpler kind
this trajectory of excelsior acceleration towards technologies unthinkable
is for novelty, for artistry, for illimitable reachings out into forever
why? there is no why just as there is no try
this seems to be the tendency of the speaking logos
more near to the nature of artistry than machinery
can we now begin to pay attention?
where there is seeming there is seeing
the past does not create the present - now creates the past
our memories are only half of our self
and so find we ourselves adrift the ineffable shores of mystery
aboard not an unsolvable problem
but midswim the sea of eternal being
blinking in and blinking out like the winking starlights of the skies
that is the nature of consciousness
each mind a singularity
the present extraordinary
every blink a satori
the ultimate of the moment is the moment of the ultimate
past and future now-ever as
the frog sits on a lily pad
beginnings pass now-ever through
the sourceless nature of change is the source of joy abiding
i am ageless
see here this incense stick
beyond beginnings we return, re-membered
though there never was a first departure
here is there, there-here, ever-where, when?
hence, then! no. here-in! nowever we swim
and this is not the end - never an end
so pay attention at midnight
and pay attention at midday
pay attention at birth
pay attention at death
"in the way the day will flow"
“all things come… all things go…”
the wise let go of what they know
yes the wise let go of what they know