2011-12-31
the unborn be four sutra
words are cheep.
true believers are always searching for an argument.
a murder of crows will find their caws.
truth has no fx.
enlightenment is nothing
more than seeing unenlightenment as unenlightenment.
seeing enlightenment as enlightenment is
more unenlightenment.
mirror mirror
on no wall.
who’s this adam;
did eve fall?
no thinking,
no doing,
no no-ing.
the yes is unaccented.
2011-12-30
the unborn third times the sutra
It is called Being to negate the belief that Reality is non-existent.
It is called Consciousness to negate the belief that Reality is insentient.
It is called Bliss to negate the belief that Reality is suffering.
thus, satcitananda, being—consciousness—bliss, is not yet another belief, but a means to eradicate what appears to be common sense.
thus, do not hold onto the concepts of being—consciousness—bliss as some new super-sense to replace that common sense.
drop it
free fall
thusless
2011-12-29
the unborn again sutra
slowly the vector of your life is coming into immanent realization
and you don't know what it is, mr. buddha.
the cure is almost always just a new beautiful disease.
teaching removes conditioned belief; believing a teaching is conditioning.
the most scenic view is no view.
not only emptiness, but the emptiness of emptiness.
2011-12-27
an unborn sutra
the world is a memory in the mind of the unknown.
been nowhere and undone that.
all i know is i don't know.
the only answer is neither yes nor no.
i am that i am, unborn, unceasing.
the rest is spacetime stories.
2011-12-22
2011-12-19
the superego sutra
truth is some scary shit.
if truth doesn't scare a person, it ain't the truth.
if truth makes a person all warm and fuzzy, it's a lie.
truth is out to kill the person!
but alas, truth is most often co-opted by the super-person.
super-person in the psychological alphabet is spelled s-u-p-e-r-e-g-o.
superego is the foundation of all religious fundamentalism and most sarcastic pseudo-wisdom of the ordinary kind.
you weren't expecting the ego to give up without a fight, were you?
don't worry; surrender.
the superego loves a constant fight.
surrender is the kryptonite of spirituality.
surrender all conceptual thought and its identification.
the superego loves words; there are no words in this surrender.
over and out.
if truth doesn't scare a person, it ain't the truth.
if truth makes a person all warm and fuzzy, it's a lie.
truth is out to kill the person!
but alas, truth is most often co-opted by the super-person.
super-person in the psychological alphabet is spelled s-u-p-e-r-e-g-o.
superego is the foundation of all religious fundamentalism and most sarcastic pseudo-wisdom of the ordinary kind.
you weren't expecting the ego to give up without a fight, were you?
don't worry; surrender.
the superego loves a constant fight.
surrender is the kryptonite of spirituality.
surrender all conceptual thought and its identification.
the superego loves words; there are no words in this surrender.
over and out.
2011-12-16
the river 11
low tide and crows patrol this mucky shore
a seal is swimming passably far upriver
across the slack water, tall banks reveal deep roots
a white horse is passing through that unearthly forest
a seal is swimming passably far upriver
across the slack water, tall banks reveal deep roots
a white horse is passing through that unearthly forest
2011-12-15
the river 10
across the river appear eastern white pines of great solitude and silence.
in that darkness rests a sleeping crow—
it sounds no caws, no caws.
below, the grass remains ungrown.
above, there is no space.
in the middle is a spot of neither following nor face.
in that darkness rests a sleeping crow—
it sounds no caws, no caws.
below, the grass remains ungrown.
above, there is no space.
in the middle is a spot of neither following nor face.
2011-12-14
unsettled words (the river 9)
the sky will fill with words when words arise from out of what expansive sea of words?
to see there are no words and yet to speak a sea of words is seeing.
thus the scene is set for these unsettled words:
all words are like the hydrologic cycle
neither logical nor psychic.
rain is falling on the mindful northern mountains.
streams are flowing through the tongues of western ridges.
rivers run through tender arms of southern valleys.
oceans rise to form the heart of eastern storm clouds.
lightning listens to the thunder that is silence.
to see there are no words and yet to speak a sea of words is seeing.
thus the scene is set for these unsettled words:
all words are like the hydrologic cycle
neither logical nor psychic.
rain is falling on the mindful northern mountains.
streams are flowing through the tongues of western ridges.
rivers run through tender arms of southern valleys.
oceans rise to form the heart of eastern storm clouds.
lightning listens to the thunder that is silence.
2011-12-12
the river 8
blue silk sky, blue corduroy river
winter sun is shot through one
spilling flood lights on the other
unraveling that which seems undone
winter sun is shot through one
spilling flood lights on the other
unraveling that which seems undone
2011-12-10
the river 7
across the current comes an eagle
no, a sizeable seagull, lands
a great blue heron, pterodactyl-
like a krishna yawps arise!
no, a sizeable seagull, lands
a great blue heron, pterodactyl-
like a krishna yawps arise!
2011-12-09
the river 6
the wind is forming waves and waves
arising in white caps as if unaware
that within its confusion of space and of water
a wave is not a wave—one’s river
arising in white caps as if unaware
that within its confusion of space and of water
a wave is not a wave—one’s river
2011-12-08
the river 5
a sharp clear shower falls on the water
every drop is a point of light
the sky the rain the river—one
the sun in all as being none
every drop is a point of light
the sky the rain the river—one
the sun in all as being none
2011-12-07
the river 4
cloud cover begins to break and blue
divisions of sky appear as birds
take wing above a bridge across
the water flowing always flowing
divisions of sky appear as birds
take wing above a bridge across
the water flowing always flowing
2011-12-06
the river 3
december water wilderness
with docks surrendered to the shore
and not a boat to wake the flow—
a graceful place reflecting space
with docks surrendered to the shore
and not a boat to wake the flow—
a graceful place reflecting space
2011-12-05
the one unknown sutra
Zero Flood Slot Hat, Seventy-eight Shout Tosser, Check Substance, Check Principle, Hut One, Hut Two, Go Deep!
all the world is conditioned; nothing one says is ever original. just assume quotation marks when there's none.
it takes one to know one.
everything in the world is a repeat.
there is no one way; one saying so is not the one.
little big mind.
how can one be born again when one was never born?
doubt it.
ten thousand pulpits of one.
at best, the mind can only marvel.
the more one sees, the less one says.
waist deep in the big doubt.
one is neither cause nor effect but essentially indeterminate.
to the mind, the answer is necessarily the question.
one is light of light from light in light to light.
what would the unknown do?
one is breathless.
all the world is conditioned; nothing one says is ever original. just assume quotation marks when there's none.
it takes one to know one.
everything in the world is a repeat.
there is no one way; one saying so is not the one.
little big mind.
how can one be born again when one was never born?
doubt it.
ten thousand pulpits of one.
at best, the mind can only marvel.
the more one sees, the less one says.
waist deep in the big doubt.
one is neither cause nor effect but essentially indeterminate.
to the mind, the answer is necessarily the question.
one is light of light from light in light to light.
what would the unknown do?
one is breathless.
2011-12-03
the river 2
slack tide, no sun, enfolding clouds
the river reflecting every detail
spontaneously a breeze, bird, boat
ah the fun house mirroring begun
the river reflecting every detail
spontaneously a breeze, bird, boat
ah the fun house mirroring begun
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