no there sutra

being human is completely conditional;

there is no there there.

every word i speak is a word

that i've been taught.

there is nothing authentic

in the person i am.

  

the only authenticity is in the i-am.

  

i-am is beyond any thought.

it could be said the i-am is

in the realm of intuition,

but that is not exactly correct;

intuition is the i-am

as experienced by the person.

  

since the person is

a figment of imagination,

intuition is also such.

  

even the i-am ultimately is a concept,

the primal concept arising in Pure Mind,

the one concept on which all

concepts appear like waves.

  

as if the big bang was really

the big dream arising

out of the ultimate absence

and becoming more present

in texture as context arose—

for the universe is in the sentience

and not vice versa.

  

and the universe is one mind

in which the sentience of

the so-called human being is

the crown of creation,

the one and only breaking wave.

  

for it's only consciousness,

the one i-am,

which sees itself

and knows what it is and what it's not—

and what isn't

what is and what is not

is prior to this sutra.

its eminence the sutra

conceivably the heart beats lungs

breathe blood goes round and round

and thinking action camouflaged as

this autonomous is happening.

in the sea of this phenomenal

immaculate conception, deconstructing

every thing thought human is

the wave that no one rides.

immanent within imaginings

immersed within imagination

an unknown eminence that's

unimaginably aware.

may all believers perceive disbelief.

way understanding dreamlike sutra

there is nothing in the way.

the only thing in the way is the way.

anything in the way is not the way.

things in the way get in the way.

get out of the way of the way.

the understanding there is no separate entity is

necessarily the understanding of that

which has no separate entity.

an intellectual understanding that there is no

separate entity only strengthens the misunderstanding

that there is a separate entity.

in true apperception of no separate entity,

understanding is all there is—

one energetic intuitive presence—

in dusky dreamlike

shadows of this lush

cortex of leaves,

a universe of fireflies

exploding in and out of you.

five dimensional sutra

"you" are limited

by the box of mind

and its language;

no words can truly describe truth.

"you" have identified with thought;

thought is divisional in its nature;

thus "you" are divisional in your nature;

hence: anxiety, violence.

attachment to that which

"you" love is the greatest

enabler of that which

"you" don't love.

"you" may think

you understand this truth

but an intellectual understanding

of this truth is still false.

there are many thoughts to describe

this state of consciousness

but all are pointing to a state

without a thought—

be or be square.

voila sutra

because of the most lovable

aspects of our story,

we hold onto the story,

despite the fact that every story

is false and demands the unlovable.

still, only an intellectual

understanding of the truth is

still false.

there comes a movement,

an energetic feeling of unicity,

in which diversity dissolves into that

which can't be named—

the object that you thought you were

uniting with objects that you thought were

into a single object you no longer think an object:

voila!

binary sutra

for nearly all

it's absolutely

inconceivable

one's mistaken

identity could be

perfectly conceptual—

so accordingly one

conceivably suffers—

for this delusion

to identify with

a binary system

manifests in

binary results—

division in,

division out.

bhakti medicine jnani gin and rainman sutra

bhakti oneness—

an outer intuition that

the natural world

including this body-mind is

one energetic being

ascending in totality to

jnani insight—

an inner apperception that

one is the light of awareness

in which the universe

disappears in its absolute

illumination.

the stuff of a sutra

imagine the stuff of dreams evolving

the appropriate notions to thoroughly

convince itself its reverie was

blood and guts rock solid.


when that stuff of dreams at last

investigates its stuff, would it feel

the luminous music of super strings

in one symphonic conception?


and when that stuff of dreams finally

investigates the one that’s dreaming,

would it find no other stuff

but the stufflessness of just itself?