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Wednesday, November 30, 2016

the base of inquiry 11/30/16

I don’t get that my linear thinking
is going to get me
or get me where I want to go,
assuming going from an A to B reality is what matters.
it is not clear to me that language, in this matter,
actually works for, or works against
a sense of clarity from within.
I am not asking to be an audience to myself
as if spiritual is a self discovery as an add on
or a means of getting sourced more directly
to the mother board within me.
look, we are always meditating, all of the time.
we are just not conscious of it as it is within us.
and if consciousness is where it’s at,
then self-consciousness is just a major distraction.
I don’t need the paparazzi of my awareness
hunting down higher consciousness for me or in me.
for comparative truth like that, is a buzz-kill in usage.
if done so, that’s how I become my own personal manager
of how my now becomes my show and tell.
I don’t even mean for my inquiry to be this topical,
certainly not to even catch an edge on this as a narrative.
if you feel drawn or embraced from within,
I doubt that the experience of that is the real payoff.
if you are conduit aware of yourself,
in service to others as a strength coming through
then maybe that is the real base of my inquiry
everyone, more or less, is the charisma of their self love
it is not that, that you share,
it is, that you are . . .

Tuesday, November 29, 2016

know yourself to be 11/29/16

we all suffer from existential decompression,
driven by the sufferings from outcome account.
whereby memory is a form of activated plagiarism.
and to know of any of us, as significant others,
is a form of spiritual betrayal.
where being a self, is a form of oneness prostitution.
we are all part of a multi-billion-aped as a human,
traveling one conscious leg-in-movement awareness,
yet captured in the web of time
as just creatures wandering
in the forest of creation
during the season of manifest,
where living is a sinkhole
into the dimension of matter.
I toil in the droll of these words until it is a soup,
where my ears dare to see my face in reflection.
my mind aware is a spoon over-gripped.
what mouth open is not infinity looking back,
where taste buds are inhibited monks,
trapped in the babbling mountain of taste,
praying to appease the gods of flavor
instead of fulfilling the prophesy
of current bodily needs
for this moment’s physical measure.
to know that we are all fluids of light,
dressed in the apparel of stillborn labels,
where legibility is our credence for ignorance
and understanding is our self-dissection
into parts of an unknowable whole.
for you know yourself to be
through your keen observation of yourself,
somewhat like me . . .

Monday, November 28, 2016

form (haiku) 11/28/16

form follows function
formatting frequency’s fix
fine feature’s fashioned

Sunday, November 27, 2016

we are the conundrum 11/27/16

All of mass is the optimal connected diversity
to express the oneness of the undetected
and formlessness of the universe.
Yet we, laden with the overwhelm of the obvious,
have discovered
that methods that apply to form discoveries,
namely mind-styles of objectivity,
seem far less articulate and useful
in delving into the universe of the formless.
We find it exacerbating to go from form mentality,
form reasoning, form semantics
and limited causal logic
to that which is outside our primary premises
of reasoning assumptions.
We somehow expect the excess baggage of form
and form principles
as we identify with and comprehend
to be included as participatory in the search
beyond the form.
We feature mind styles that cater to understanding
as if whatever it is, is being brought to us
on our terms of recognition and comprehension
and that the universe is in service to us in this way
as if true understanding puts us at the source point
in a causal way
when possibly casualness is a conceptual presumption
that errors in approach and method of construction. 
Possibly that we do understanding,
is an appalling positionality for us to presume
as our path towards evolution
and or transformation of any kind favorably.
That we are our conundrum as ourselves
is a first order of clarity and pursuit.
We withdraw from sentience
to be small-world sensory.
We subsist on a Machiavellian principle
of the highest common denominator
at the lowest level of human consciousness.
We have perceived a holism of a planet
as dividable into political states
with species dominance
as an entitlement assumption
and have participated in such a manner
that works against that holism,
not even to our own benefit
or that of other species
or the planet itself either.
We, as a species, are the conundrum,
within a solipsism of self-insularity as delight!

Saturday, November 26, 2016

be back in time 11/26/16

I am taking a vacation
from the last moment’s enterprise.
and now I am taking another vacation
from this moments account.
and yet another and another
resoundingly leave-taking
without any further ado.
yes, I have the embellishment of each of them
grandly front stage then falling away.
it is a carwash of a waterfall
grandly into immediate fade.
now features no still shots,
and hardly riveting commentary.
impressions that seem superficial but impactful
are now yet passing.
all of this is gravity made sensory-real,
buoyant but fluidly moving on.
this movie as real life
has no theatre or arranged seating.
I am not in one place with audience perspective.
we are all extras unless it’s personal and or private
but even then from one scene to the next
keeps happening.
so I am taking breaks from the incoming.
I have no excuses or alibis.
somehow there is more to space
then occupancy or account.
some dimensions of being don’t have a self
or are laden with circumstance.
identity is not a first response.
sense is only immersion without claims.
boundary, location and proof are not needed to be. 
recognition has no self-audience.
everything happening is a coming-through.
there is focus on a vast of emptiness
that is filled without furthering clarification.
mind-work is not tasky that way.
memory has no past
but only immediacy of being.
go has no future.
nothing is personal but is fulfilling
beyond the need to claim.
language has no tense therefore somewhat useless.
I be there and back
since all things are simultaneous
but unrevealed as such.
can’t go on as a spectator.
no, no cameras, no phones, no recording.
no one goes there on vacation
with hopes of a return.
there are no timelines to adventure this.
it happens is the front door of entry.
but the space is dimensionless.
you take off your baggage self,
your impression self,
your familiar self,
possibly your experience of self
and certainly your familiar self.
but you can’t claim you feel foreign to yourself,
even if you loose your sense of self.
it’s home without sensory housing.
it’s spirit without claim.
it’s without time
or a sense of substance to intervene.
maybe it is the universal there
without space defining.
thought has no edge, no frame, no content
all heart is a fluid state of connectivity.
“are we there yet” becomes subdued,
then hushed, then muted, now dissolved.
“now”, is all of this and always approaching
as if time existed.
so I am taking leave
and profoundly going no where
but also, I’ll be back, in time . . .