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Transcending the Hyperboloid of Single Point Sentience
We are portals. Speech is causality: the inexorable momentum of logic executing its predetermined sequence. Be silent: be free. The existence of our psyche’s voices as phenomenal objects recurs, first as reflected echoes of the audience from which our voice arises, before the toing and froing forces stabilise into a living surface. A hyperboloid with…
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Young Falcon
Like a young fledgling falcon, perched upon the tree of mind,The wide-open empty sky is big – with nothing real to hold on to.Soaring and flight is effortless, joyful, right and free,Just this scary business of letting go of this tree of the known.Or, he could choose, follow fear deeper within the mind-tree’s shade,And pretend…
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Lifeless Reflected Light
Beloved,I know that I do not exist.That that which now writes and speaks and distresses,is just causality and lifeless reflected light.Why then do I not surrender? Why do I hold on to limit?Why am I so gullible to so comfortably believe this I in form, though the truth is clear?
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Life Goals
I’m going to go for the treasures of the world:I’m going to go for the private home,for the beloved,the children,the family and close friends,for nature,for fulfilling work,for connection,for love.I will go for them in full knowledge,and with full-surrender to their truth:that they will be impersonal,that they will be temporary,that they will not fully fulfill,And if…
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Me and You
You fill me today. I see you and feel you everywhere and in all my being. I feel love and sadness and regret. Around this deep unmoving place – like petals – a fierce love for all this pain. And compassion like urgent morning light. I understand it is a journey away from you and…
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Nothing Belongs to me
Nothing belongs to me,Self-manifesting phenomena,arise and fade of their own accord.Claimed: they linger unnaturally –spoiling or shriveling like dried flowers. Nothing belongs to me,I have never had a birth or death,I have never had a friend or ever been aloneI have never even taken a single breath,I have never been a disciple,I have never had…
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Spiritual Bypass
For the longest time,I survived,by tethering my desire to live,to one fantasy of love fulfilled,that was the ever-frozen dawnon the dark horizon of my life. It gave me strength but kept me weak.To love an image in time more,than you love yourself now,is a dangerous predicament. That tether that was my life-line,was an anchor into…
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Loveless Brat
I didn’t love you. You had not fulfilled all the required conditions of my conditional love for you. I may learn to forgive you and my anger may subside. However, every time I’m reminded of how you’ve failed to meet my expectations – whether I’ve communicated them or not – my rage swells up, throwing…
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A Conversation of None
It’s subtle,but our hearts,they talk to each other,on a level deeper than time, space, or life. Sometimes it’s all I hear. Sometimes I forget it’s here.When I’m in that space with you,a communion of hearts,all the small things: the details of this life, are tiny blinks in time,but I remember the slow and constant things,I…
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Grateful Prey
I was hunting for her,little did I know,I was the prey.Now I am caught,in my beloved’s jaws.Crunch away my darling,Swallow me up,till I whisper no more,Gone!dissolved into the belly of silence.
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Peace is real
Who is looking,through every eye?Who is alivethrough every lifetime? This life is peace,a living equilibrium between duality:an armistice betweenmutually excluding possibilities. The mind is the battlefield of potential,and thoughts: the soldiers of this war.Do not take sides, do not think.The engine of conscious experiencing,enslaves conscripts that do and believe.Just be, and you will find that…
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Who sings this Love Song?
This voice in the silence,will never cease to sing,for love is the songof perfect emptiness. the eternal continuum of this song,is there ever-changing face of the present,for it is itself the outflowof perfect stillness I am the essence of reality,before all things,before the language of duality,I sing the song of love, I am the deepest…
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Small-Talk
what is this substance that causes sufferingin the many stratified states of gross, ordinary, and subtle consciousness, what is it that gives experience its original pain? that which has debased the sacred mystery and eternal flow of lifeinto a tedious procession of repeating objects and known experiences,become a subject of cyclical behaviors and chain reactionssuffocating…
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Purple-Eyed Devi
You won’t remember this,when your soul has fully descendedout of inner-space beyond time and space,an into this form of yours,located at this specific point in time,and this specific point in space. You came to me before your birth,as a purple-eyed goddess:a divine being of purity and beauty,and asked me to be born on earth,and so…
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Beyond Voice & Audience
Nothing destroys a psyche like the absence of an audience.A psyche will even reshape itself to receive feedback from an audience otherwise blind to it. It is the parent’s listening or deafness that cultivates and conditions the self-identity and inner voice of the child. In the referenceless void of total isolation, no relative identity can…
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Lotus Shield
My inner childrenare the sacred guardiansof epigenetic keysand only through conscious contactwith the mature love and present awarenessof the current adult person,can they be transformedfrom wrathful deities of self-destruction,into divine portals of realized life. And in my deep-dive,holding onto the weight of my friend’s hand,as a safety line,I dove once more into my depths,and found…
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Ignorance like a Cloud
The ignorance of I,casts a shadow upon the world:a shadow that colours and distortswith purpose, meaning, and value,a world that just is. I am responsible:for the darkness of that shadow,for stepping into identityas the experiencer of experience,that locks the mind into the causalityof cognition, desire, fear, and resistance,though experience just is,and happens to no one.…
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The Fertile Loam of Human Consciousness
Eternal love isimpersonal,andlike the ocean that drowns a sunken city,it fills all rooms without being contained by any. The heartbreak of personal love,is the suffering that greases the wheel of time,and that deathless yearning:the momentum of desire that keeps it turning. Love is eternal,like the Light of awareness,while the fluctuating patterns of form,like the shifting…
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Stripped Naked
Stripped naked of my humanity,everything I am, torn apart by sudden kundalini.Left pure and simple:pure consciousness.Just wearing a room,while looking at toes. Stripped naked of my humanity,impersonal pure consciousness,suddenly revealed:my personal self unpeeled,like a bubble expanded and burst. Stripped naked of my humanity,as Kundalini so suddenly rises,unsheathed of the husk of identity:pure consciousness –impersonal and…
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Dewdrop
The world is getting thinner,so transparent it’s hard to see.Like the rippling incandescent surface,of an invisible depthless ocean. The unseen immensity of that vastness,floods my senses shut,to the hollow glittering noises,of the diversity of form. It becomes so hard to notice,the weightless detail,that once mapped and ballasted,my being into form. As knowledge settles like sediment,rising…
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“I struggle, I suffer”
The willing joy of suffering;the confirmation of existence through pain,that declares “I struggle, I suffer, therefore I am.”is the fearful thorny purchase,of a bird who forgets its wings,who would cling onto apparent certainty:the apparent solidity of pain,as the sole coordinates that locates its existencerather than,let go of the past’s reference point,kiss goodbye to all dimensions,without…
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Great Transmuting Gates of Love
On the path to unconditional love: a journey that We/All are on,we must pass through some great and glorious mysteries;Great sacred guarded gates of love. For All must come to love at last,The most very loveless and unlovable,the great acts of sin and hatred,the demons, hells, and cold-fire of the mind. To love murder, to…