genius (haiku) 9/30/19

the word genius

is just a spectator term

don’t think about it 

if it’s a hairball, cough it up 9/29/19

intellectual conformation is a form 

of accepted dimensional confinement

identification not only has a past of reliance

but a future of revelation and manifest

trust is the ability of not walking alone

and movement is then of its own accord

all of manifest is a lockdown

until realization is a set-free

we have the insistent existence of time

only as the composition of our awareness

all of space, as we currently perceive it,

is the insistence of our own subjectivity

thought exists as current, but its content 

is only in the imminently recent past

memory is a form of consciousness intervention

when self-expansion feels ungrounding

from a human dynamic perspective

every observation has paradoxical positions

conclusions are the work of short attention spans

for when a mind feels overwhelmed with details

meaningful existence is a fallback position

for when self-consciousness makes itself evident

reality is the cultivation of tentative answers

and its retention is a version of its shelf-life

method is a self-hostage concept

and its repetition is an awareness-gloss of the beyond

if it is a hairball of mind spin

then cough it up with self-consciousness

laughter 9/28/19

the insistent insignificance of laughter

make us laugh more

when full laughter is reached

a new world order is then realized

the word is spread by tonals and uproar

composition has a new deeper source

beyond what sense can make

unstoppable plains of empty clarity are booming

the liquidity is an ever advancing and inviting

brain balance is achieved without direct answers

the beacons of presence are in full broadcast

we have achieved what can’t be claimed 

just beneficently broadcast 

as if combustibly shared . . . 

you only have six days to live 9/27/19

hey, like I said

you only have six days to live

well, the bad news is

you only have six days to live

but the good news is

they are not all consecutively in a row

but, the bad news is 

you can’t know in advance 

if this is going to be, 

one of those days

but the goods new is

those days could be days apart

even weeks, months, or decades in between

but the bad news is 

time marches on, indifferently 

but the good news is 

each one of those days

is amazingly transcendent and transformative

but the bad news is 

you also have to continuously live

on the days in between

but the good news is 

you’ll feel like a new and different person

right the next day after 

but the bad news is 

what was so familiar for then

now will seem so outrageously strange

but the good news is 

you’ll be out of here

is less than a week . . .

here comes the sun 9/26/19

the day, my day, wakes me up, 

drunk on the night before,

scrambles to make sense 

of what sight might offer.

gees, where do these clouds come from?

for me, they are an annoyance, 

but sometimes 

both dramatic and mysterious.

sometimes I only live for the pleasantries

offered by shadows.

sometimes it’s just the wide and far of it.

you’d think I’d stop 

identifying with my projection

but no, I get caught up in the beaming.

oceans are just too much mirror-time for me,

I need the dialogue with land

and then I move on.

but keep sipping these instant memories,

way into the night.

it’s like newsprint in my eyes

and I am constantly staring at it.

I know, it seems like I am a passive blast

but behind the beam,

there is gawk, glare and gaze,

depending upon land circumstances.

clouds, I can tolerate 

but smoke bugs me.

no one would ever accuse me rubbernecking,

but hurricanes are beautiful.

winter, in some parts, is surprising.

but wars, of the human kind, suck,

only bad reports will come from me.

sure, wake-up takes awhile

but days are worth it to me.

most won’t notice,

but for me,

every days is different,

amazingly detailed and distinct.

I am like a one minute charcoal sketch artist,

over everything that passes me.

just remember;

land is canvass to work with

while water is mirror reflecting.

I get tired of seeing me

so I’ll see an animation of you, 

sometime, later in the day . . .

we can’t know, there is not time 9/25/19

how do we have it that time exists 

when it doesn’t have a life of its own?

the validity of time existing 

rests in the witness’s composition of awareness.

if you spectate as audience 

then there is a logic for time.

as the space between observations

seems to be noticed as time segmented,

as proof that it does exists.

by then the intrusion 

of a next thought occurring 

and memory intervening 

become profound evidence.

but then thought itself, as its topic,

is never current either.

when acknowledged as such,

action either supersedes thought,

or bypasses thought in its function,

or is victimized by thought intervention.

yes, mental intervention 

is a way of the slowing play of being

into this strategic execution

of the assumed proof of time

as an assumption without repute.

actually it is an insistence on our part.

language lobbies for time references.

thought dwells in time composure,

and we can’t get current

with the mind styles we use

to being in the now for starters . . .

let’s do paradox 9/24/19

let’s do paradox for openers.

any position taken, 

can be adequately countered.

find a hundred topics in question

and a hundred counters can be brought to bare.

all I’m saying is,

let’s study the nature of the composition 

of paradoxes entertained.

there has to be unspoken containment

of references presented 

as identification presumed.

but there are hidden premises

that forge those viewpoints 

into a cognitive existence.

so if language is applied towards representation

then whatever that level of presentation

makes assumptions that are unacknowledged 

but somehow agreed upon to start with.

so that the frames of reference debated

have conceptual boundaries assumed.

there is a relevance premise in place.

it then becomes the battle of conclusions,

possibly evidential, 

certainly with emotional backing,

harvested from a range of appropriate information

and presented as relevant knowledge applied.

the basis of oratory exchange assumes

a relevant syntax of rules silently in place.

but the content relative to meaning presented 

and exchanged can vary greatly

as from what is said 

as to what that is understood to mean.

but paradox assumes a common ground of context

with an extreme variance of positions taken.

what if conclusions reached are worthless?

because the nature of presentation and exchange

falsifies the intendedness of the original curiosity 

and the subsequent scrutiny applied.

paradox was not to get purely answers

but to further the depth with which viewing could occur.

as how to witness having these positions defended

limits the in-depth potential 

of any deep search evolving.

for the value of paradox is not in a win

but more so in the delve

to get to a method of think

that goes beyond paradoxical positioning

and develops brain-styles that have penetrative insight

beyond the use of conclusions and defense.

in others words, to leave observation as a finality

and to enter into emersion.

to go beyond the address of topic with its insularity,

given that there is only objectivity as intended.

and that the style of presentation and subsequent defense

is useless in the nature of deep search.

all that is gained is still peripheral to the cause.

the ultimate goal from paradox is to get to 

and immerse into the fabric of cause 

with consciousness gained.

and since paradox is operational as a means,

then the initial stages are to enter into paradox

as an inverted framing 

of both what we know

but more importantly, also how we know.

for the want is for a brain style 

that gets us deeper insight

on the way to deeper energetic presence.

no answer we get comes to stand alone.

no conclusion has much of a life

if we are still in audience to it.

what we want is a wisdom of being

beyond the wisdom of our mind.

but we, as humans, have not found a mind style 

that is a perfect surrender of its method

in becoming true immersion in the beyond.

we seem to want to take what fails us,

with us,

as if proof comes to be justified.

that type of search is all circumventive

if all we get is further knowledge of the kind.

for as long as we address with paradox like this,

we have made no clear effort for ourselves

as entry into immersion from entry . . .

what does my skin color mean? 9/23/19

does my skin color determine 

my box of crayon-colors in value?

am I victimized by my grip 

or which hand usage?

or where it comes to pass

that I color madly between the lines?

who’s book is this 

or who booked me?

I didn’t agree to this coloring 

as a learning process.

prejudice seems so grossly simplistic

yet mysteriously disguised as such.

as a very small child,

I guess I had dreams with crayons in my hands.

empty graphics were the page permission lead

or maybe more the bait.

skin as a tag is reductionistically too simple.

is this what measure of dumb can be like.

grip of the mind,

too simplistically measured by the coloring.

is this what prejudice can’t say

because of the ink color implied

or that the wax stick used is made of fear?

rhetoric sells the books 

and if hyperbole is an anthem,

I do not want to sing with my hands,

any gloss across the page of my opinions.

I do not need further contact 

with stereo-typical images upon me.

I want face to face for the feel of my coloring.

no more, with the between the lines.

all of my crayons are now about conversing.

every grip is now an embrace.

then we will see what color creates 

without any pages of propaganda or intercession.

exhaustive (haiku) 9/22/19

an exhaustive list

the way we name everything

as audience-viewed

to think-about 9/21/19

what we need is 

a new way to think-about

no, not identification

nor objectify,

not how to prevent or concur

more like immerse

become the it of the it

not for experiential purposes as take-aways

but more like to expand and become

more like inclusive and merge

beyond know but still conscious-with

yes, we would still call it think

to start

but eventually beyond empathic in nature

possibly inter-species converse

collaborative with ease

not like to eventually hunt or conquer 

more like coalesce

as a collective in earnest

I guess the heart brain is essential

emotional presence, necessary

but we’d still call it

a new way to think-about . . .

honoring 9/20/19

in the circle of life

an honest step back 

is as valuable

as a risk step forward

they both require 

a depth of being

a sacred source

an embrace outside of time

a larger than life trust

and eventually

a dismissal of time dimensions

for the honoring of soul . . .

translation (haiku) 9/19/19

nightfall on landfall

translation: sunset on beach

daylight’s moving on

song feast 9/18/19

I take all the emotional rubbish words from songs 

and clean them to my mind

because the breeze of earnestness flies

whatever the mouth of delivery was for then

I chase after meaning like that

because there is a pure heart 

buried in the rubble of attempts to exemplify

no, I don’t buy the medium of projection

but deep within whoever sings, the call goes out

the sound of the mating call of spirit resonates

I meet it and haven’t move from here

but am secretly already there in the commingle

and nothing is said out loud above the listening

heartfelt between my internal pulse and the pounding

I have no dimension of time between us

our space apart is sacred to me for receiving

not so much devoted to the words

but helplessly bathing in the sounding coming forth

higher plains then we would normally hear at

but more deeply penetrative to my soul

I come to know myself more deeply

by your divine sound of presence

yes, it’s a junk pile all around

but I search for just this

vibratory melodies the voice can offer

the come forth and cleanse my soul . . .  

a deeper think 9/17/19

all language is harassment to direct experience.

experience of itself, is a hand-me-down version

as the ongoingness of being as living.

our use of time is as the mid-wife for all of this.

identification, as method, is a bystander’s viewpoint.

our allegiance to objectivity 

creates for us, as if a foreigner’s perspective.

our use of story is always stealing the moment

as if a snitch to create a false sense of worth.

our true worth has no stance or position to be taken.

worth of itself, is only a superficial status 

born of concern.

our isness exists 

before it comes into the presentation of moment.

conscious isness within us has our quantum implications.

our sensory aware was supposed to be 

immersion invitational.

all our migratory life is a drawnness 

towards reconnecting with the collective.

every act we perform has vibratory seed essence 

as its quantum core.

any one of us,

chasing a deeper think 

does not come back with words.

we give of ourselves 

towards being consciously whole.

as a deeper think,

we are not there to identify,

we are there to embrace,

and if possible, 

wholly to immerse . . .

reinvention versus reverse engineered 9/16/19

reinvention has the same prop room as before.

the modeling takes from the past as schemata,

attempts to discard what didn’t work

and replace with more of what apparently did.

there is no transcendent level jump involved,

still a dance card but made new again.

the focus is on flat plain wisdom,

to learn from one’s mistakes

as if correction gives deeper insight 

into conclusion’s eventual and essential worth.

reverse engineering has a different want,

more interest is ‘how’ works in the doing,

more search for the source of doing’s intent,

to learn more from the method used

rather than the mistakes incurred.

it is not so much of getting from a ‘here to a there’,

more like coming to a ‘here that includes the there’,

more towards the development of wide eyes 

rather then vision for specific goals.

reinvention has end-point-attainment in mind.

reverse engineering is source-point discovery

as its ever unfoldment  . . .

subjectivity’s gift 9/15/19

there is no adequate language 

for the subjective.

there is a back load on meaning 

that passes unnoticed.

it is near the feed store 

for pain and suffering.

yes, it may appear as

mostly unimaginable 

and source fully irrational.

we dwell in a real flat timeline way 

and yet many of the sources 

for the re-stimulation of pain and suffering 

come from subtle realms 

unclaimed in the rational world 

and thereby are dismissed 

as poignant and or relevant.

all people are generally hard-pressed 

with internal tension 

that has no obvious stimulus 

but none the less is still functional 

as painful below the horizon awareness

of daily life. 

there are some many low-key stimulations 

that will eventually lead to physical symptoms 

that will bodily register 

and yet no claim for the source of them 

will appear or be accounted for 

because they are past-life re-stimulated 

or triggered by apparent circumstances 

that source internally deep 

and in a far reaching way from the past 

either from themselves or from their ancestors.

the camouflage that exists as a trigger stimulus 

goes below normal awareness account 

but still registers on the nervous system. 

people will have noticed 

over the course of their lives 

that they have aversions to things 

yet there is no direct answer 

for the cause of that.

we all move towards what is neutral in that way 

in our surround 

yet are also compelled in some ways 

to be curious about such things. 

we can have guarded fascinations 

or reoccurring dreams that register within 

but were not really noticed outright. 

the subjective, as it is referred to,

is just that, by cultural standards. 

it is not that there is no interest 

in what those things might be 

but they are perceived as outside of the norm 

and therefore considered as private unto oneself.

but really, the collective subject is out there. 

movies are made to stimulate and harvest 

from that collective. 

the shared privacy of fear and apprehension 

is worth a bundle in movie income. 

yet there is no shared interest 

in solutions or resolve. 

we, as a culture, are not advanced enough 

to be able to focus, source and release 

in such a manner as a people event 

though we are all into it 

without much effort put forth. 

we are all carriers and sources, 

whether we call it karma or vibes or nonsense.

it continues to be unfolding in our daily lives.  

low-key, of course but in our house resident 

waiting for stimulation 

to bring it to the surface of impact 

on how we feel and how much tension there is 

in the subtly of the day. 

the key discovery to start with is 

that there is no objectivity at all. 

that pretense is very manly but totally false. 

it is such a level of short-sightedness 

that over-promotes that to be so. 

and coerces to live in conclusions 

that objectivity does exist 

only further promotes the influence of subjectivity 

below the horizon of awareness. 

subjectivity is all we really have 

and have needs to share. 

empathy lives there. 

compassion drops by occasionally. 

the emotional needs for all peoples 

is served and soothed 

by access to these ways and means of being. 

feeling subjective is your birthright 

although denied into simplified versions of self 

that are supposedly presentable. 

how much of one’s life is spent 

unraveling this myth? 

subjective is worth. 

be the riches author of self as you can 

and then broadcast the full spectrum of the self 

you come to realize. 

wisdom and growth for all of humanity

will follow . . .

oneness happens 9/14/19

experience is, for however inviting,

ultimately, profoundly distracting.

focus, for however intent on exactness,

is wildly and tormentingly end-point misleading.

curiosity, for its outbound limitless searching,

is methodologically a false orientation to follow.

mindfulness, as a nerve center occupancy, 

is radically composed of erroneous awareness.

every thing around is full of time-bound retention.

dare I put into words,

a medium beyond the measures 

and complicity of time and space references

that is current without reference or reflection.

it does not feed mindfulness with experience.

it has no past or future to deem necessary.

does not respond to languaged orientation.

does not interface with identification. 

does not provide for memory retention

and hardly has any measure of personage when immersed

and does not feature dimensional wherewithal.

it is, without the subjectivity inferred.

we all are, 

but nothing referential can be construed.

one can’t go there 

because one already is there is as here, 

one is only and always one.

emotional has residence

but not in any conventional way.

we are that heart brain as one

but our reality style

provides for complete denial 

in less than absolute ways.

nothing already said is invitational.

strip down and surrender any self sense.

be heartfelt without any sensory distraction.

the thought of it 

is a state of homelessness visited.

all of our lives are white flags

until oneness happens . . .

who is the ‘work-with’ of you? 9/13/19

we are all stable in our unconsciousness

and masterful in our unknowns.

we love beyond on means to express.

we deeply care 

by showing selfishness styled as concerns.

we have understanding 

as if it is the depths of our shared worth.

can you possibly believe 

that now exists

without any substantiation?

what would you ‘work-with’

to come to this belief?

what can be realized 

as the means of this coming?

who of you would inform you

about the ‘work-with’ of itself?

yet, we are all stable in our unconsciousness

and masterful in our unknowns.

wisdom (haiku) 9/12/19

I so thirst to drink

the wisdom of an iceberg

before it’s melted

what baffle meant 9/11/19

mystery has no gates,

in a world of evolution, 

the mind of humans 

is the last to know.

sure, there are rational loyalists to suffering 

who are solidly grounded in pain.

but there is a simultaneity 

of virtual reality and apparent reality 

that a mind can grasp 

but not in an ordinary brain manner.

for the more one gets nanosecond current, 

the less baggage of judgment 

there is to carry.

is this deconstruction, 

then the work of understanding?

does confirmation and certitude reside 

in the approval of the past from the past? 

so is this a faux performance of the now?

mystery still has no gates,

enigmas, conundrums and secrecies,

are approachable

but mysteries

they are in plain-sight, 

everywhere . . .

languaged 9/10/19

language, of itself, is life in a matrix.

it is an imposition upon brain usage.

for the end product of language

is the shackles of meaning

and the limited range of sensory experience

base upon meaningful.

I give you these words

as handcuffs to bind you.

now become the magician

on the other side of mindful solution.

and thereby leave solutions behind

at the door of free entry.

and then, live the expanse

within the grandeur of timelessness . . .

phenomenality 9/9/19

language is a method of plagiarization,

supposedly telling 

what the mind has gathered and proposes.

expectation is an override of false comings

as gold stars of seen it, done it, been there,

that are duly awarded.

yet lackluster is as a way of far-seeing.

learning to gaze to embrace 

rather then to identify to name.

all method so depends upon 

the inspiration, the orientation,

the agenda and the technique of the user.

as no method stands alone in the effort.

many subtle methods come together unannounced

to make what appears to be a singular endeavor,

at least by intention, to actually function 

with precision and proficiency.

wide eyes, deep sight, less quick-fast conclusions,

and more curiosity 

all aid in this lackluster process.

lackluster is important 

as phenomenality generally over states the relationship 

of what just happened 

and how you happened with what . . .

to understand understanding 9/8/19

we can’t understand understanding 

with more understand.

this is just a form of mindful nepotism.

solipsism is somewhere in the family tree.

there has to be a chrysalis-effect 

somewhere in there 

where we go beyond 

the syntax of understanding as method.

many things can be brought to mind

but to think them is quite something else.

sure all witness is subjective

but there can be a witness in oneself

that is other-worldly,

not built for conclusions,

enjoys giving the mind a ride now and then,

has a feel-first attitude about consciousness,

doesn’t have it that life is the same as living,

is able to be poignant in a big picture way

without the need of justification

or the measure of surface context providing.

there is a witness in all of us

that is more than understanding’s 

cohort, consort or crony . . .