why have a paradoxical ‘I to eye’ 2 * 2/28/13

readings:

day two

I swim daily with the piranha 

of details close by, as the hand 

that feeds on me. I (introspective eye), 

am kept by a consciousness consoling me 

with my awareness of what is 

melodiously surrounding.

I constantly make locality maps 

out of “you are here” moments 

rather than be present. 

Yet I (introspective eye), 

am in the swimming pool of expansion 

to wade beyond what I feel.

why have a paradoxical ‘I to eye’ * 2/27/13

readings:

day one

I am consoled within the prison of applause,

the acoustics there, seem to tenderize.

When we clap together, I (introspective eye), 

feel like the spanked parts of my hands, 

sipping warmth, soothing me.

I slit my wrists of feigned maidenhood 
monthly. In quite moments of solitude, 
I (introspective eye), go down to the river 
of my blood flow and see myself tranquil 
and reflected.

Spring (haiku) 2/26/13

that one-day arrives 

when you wake up to smell spring       

and your body knows

the nature of oneness? * 2/25/13

The nature of oneness:

As a question,

put forth in language?

As in a conversation about it?

I have to say to this inquiry,

the nature of oneness,

as it has been referred to,

is a mirror statement,

if you are also asking,

it is for you to reflect upon

who of you is asking.

Like, from where within you,

was that phrase spoken,

as launched.

Where within you

did it take up enough resolve

as meaningful,

for you to say it out loud?

And within what as that

is there conscious buoyancy of meaning?

Is it sustained as just a concept,

as stated , ‘the nature of oneness’,

that you could realize both

as an answer coming back to you,

and a confirmation within you

for what you would know it to be?

Would that as dialogue constitute

a creditable response?

Is it a reply in like kind,

to whom of you who asked?

And also is it for you

to have the self witness sense

to further realize

the frailty of conversation

to carry more than just meaning?

As if, in conversational agreement,

we could dwell beyond

what knowing would provide

and feel the immersion

both directly and energetically,

within and beyond our vocal account.

And yet this is carried within

the trivialities of speech exchanged.

And for us to be aware

beyond conversation, understanding,

the implications of selves,

even amongst our inner selves,

and also behind whatever could

meaningfully come

from ‘the nature of’,

is this something that we would

mindfully explore.

That that who of us,

from that audience of self,

leaves our status and position

as unnecessary,

to return to oneness

without recall or incidence

or event as override.

For what is

cannot be apprehended

by attempts at calling it out

or even ‘the calling’,

or the brought to mind

or the who of me

who thinks to ask.

All of which would be

acts coming from isolation,

imposed as relevant

forefront and center stage,

rather than oneness

as fluid passage in manifest!

Therefore,

that you asked,

has its wings,

from where within you,

has vibratory fields from that,

that could exist

as a temporary focus,

that has light,

that your breath provided

as a vocal breeze.

Where I am you

and you are me,

with these,

these wings, fields, focus,

light, and breath, all, are one

in a blessed illusory diversity

of oneness

in ongoing action, shared,

expressing the manifest

as we are the dedication

of it and also through it.

All of this within,

the further unsaidness of,

the nature of oneness . . .

stairwell (haiku) 2/24/13

a stairwell fills ears

with folks’ comings and goings

cathedral of sound

quantum dimension * 2/23/13

I ask,

what is the quantum dimension

of brain function?

Not that which produces exact replicas

by symbolic representation

of the world around

but is otherwise of itself,

active and ongoing

in the most direct ways of immersion

beyond timeline processes.

The brain channels itself

as well as providing

conscious representation.

I am asking about

a brain, of its own say,

without beckoning

from outside influence.

A brain, in a quantum state,

maybe more like

dream state production

and then conscious awareness

but not out of necessity

to compensate for other outside input

or for input from other points in time.

The brain, in a quantum state

of running of itself

and an awareness of that,

as its own hum, made conscious.

The workings of this, as a presence

but not for an audience

of consciousness

waiting for results.

The ambiance of receivership is

in motion as if like bees in a hive

but with no intent

or search for the honey.

Just busyness, bustling in hum,

like a subdued night storm

in a distant sky

that only producing streaks of lightning

both direct and frontal as well as blurbs

of far away light

connecting from other parts

of this brain not readily accessible

to observable sensing.

That I would have it in time and space

is discovered as

my reductionistic illusion

and presumption, when in fact,

the brain in this receivership

is more than static in location

but somehow wired up

to other space and other time

by a means neither apparent

nor comprehendible straightforward.

I am use to only recognizing billboards

before me and not blurs or wisps,

or some sorts of electrical blushes

as part of the ongoing dance

that is not results oriented

as I have so come to expect.

Does water in a stream,

while in the flow of it,

commune about where it had been

with other water parts

who were from somewhere else

for then?

I cannot say I came to here prepared

to be audience

but I feel ill equipped to be

except for those kinds of skills

as my tools for being

and conditioned to be

aware of here at all. 

I am putting words through my mouth

by some automatic convention of habit

but not sure for what I am saying.

But this search,

with what are my senses for now

is providing is somewhat

of a lucid dream state account.

I started by focusing on

what I assumed to be,

quote, ‘the brain”,

and am discovering, at best,

it is just a focal point

for a much vaster dimensional sense

than the physical mass would claim.

It is more like a transducer

of energetic means that intakes,

from a wide range of inputs,

even beyond what senses

would traditionally provide,

and somehow churns along

while we

as a constant conscious attendee,

receive byproducts

that we can comfortably handle

as thoughts styled into summaries

and judgments, and visions,

and context, and conclusions,

and as that which is understood.

So much beyond any of that is going on,

either below or beneath or behind

what we are comfortable embracing.

Can we carbon date familiarity

in the brain?

Do we ever have search tools

without the headlights provided by habit

or prior knowledge or sensory comfort

as engagement?

Why is my handshake of awareness

have to come from a knowing

for a confidence to occur?

I am here to investigate enormity

as enormity will embrace the brazenness

of a me to do so.

I wander as if soul was my grip

and innocence is my sight.

Here, I am meeting all my relatives,

gravity, space, light, cogitation, locality, 

manifest and inferences of beyond.

It seems that what I feel is

more immersed in all of this

than mind,

by my method of consciousness,

could be in exposure to embrace.

What was of me as a body of water

is now aware of the ocean

that I have misplaced

but has not misplaced me.

Humbled by the disconnect,

but the journey in all ways

is invisibly connected.

Words are harder here to say,

it takes so much away from being

to conjure, to have a here,

so boundaried by a sense of certitude

that is so shallow and over depicted.

I have nothing really to say

that you are not already a party to

within what and whom

you would call you.

In quantum, there are no names

to suffice for the oneness field

unified and always

in all ways

in the indiscernible now . . .

spillage (haiku) 2/22/13

way in the background

forgotten running water

demands attention

Experience is laughter * 2/21/13

From a consciousness

point of view,

that is, consciousness

in a pure state,

everything experiential is laughter.

Not laughter,

like it’s contextually funny

or riddled with punch lines,

or the result of a joke,

or wildly out of an expected sort.

It is laughter that is celebratory

if you have to look at it from afar.

If you are in it, with it, from it,

no one is questioning.

There is no frame of distinction.

The ocean of being is in movement

as this realization forms.

Laughter is full mindfulness let in.

The body is in a contact high.

These waves trickle on down

onto lower vibrational fields

and are open-endedly embraced

as jocular personal experiences

expressed and richly so.

All of experience

is an opportunity

to embrace it up

with consciousness

no matter its definitive stance

or its contextual bind.

Laughter is happening

as a trickle-down translation,

experientially available

as a ticket to ride

with attuned,

higher vibrational awareness,

as the trigger.

Silly me.

And I thought understanding

mattered most . . .

This compliment (haiku) 2/20/13

getting all dressed up

going out and being told

“ you look really great”

Beyond duality * 2/19/13

Beyond duality allows you:

to fish in rain clouds

and truly savor no catch

as a memory that never comes.   

to handle yourself

as the paint brush masterfully

while living in the contact

of canvass to paint,

of color through self,

of motion

as going about

in secretion whispers,

with viscosity, expressing soul.

to have a stiff breeze

yelling, though muffled,

through the weave

of your clothes

at the bones of you,

standing upward and facing

and yet be sensorial

in trumping that current

with the warmth of your being,

calmly pouring out of you,

buoyantly dancing

the breeze as hearsay,

strummed melodiously

while passing.

to be where you are

as a series of flashcards

that your mind will

flippantly take home,

to bring you into play,

to amuse you,

when you are back

once again,

relaxing in time.

Beyond duality is:

where all is frequency,

intimacy is locality,

sense environments

are lower vibrational rates,

where each one of us

is a gipsy orchestra playing,

where travel is

only expansion enterprise

and identification

is polite enslavement,

where nominality

is excess decals

on surplus baggage

and time is an antiquation,

posing as a sergeant of arms

in your coherency commune.

Beyond duality,

speech is wind across

the wing of tongue.

Yet movement is the voice

as all things are a capelle

in the quantum oneness song . . .

this orange (haiku) 2/18/13

orange in basket

that sits up like an apple

I won't eat its poise

Duality * 2/17/13

Duality is material plain tourism.

Our senses are generally dedicated

to the dualistic perspective,

to see, feel, sense,

for our self-importance as means.

Dualistic perspective is

a perpetual bleacher seat.

Now, has no audience.

Consensus reality

is our species insular opinions,

gone viral.

The conscious mind

is never the source

but only the accomplice,

only the bystanders to the pretense

of any event.

Admittance to a god

is then a hearsay point of view.

Serenity, ecstasy, joy,

happiness and pleasure

are all postcards received

in sensate response

sent from the source point

within our being.

Having desire is like

taking a very quick shower

in self-love as a spray.

Your closest human relationships

in life,

are practical examples of beingness,

defying time and space.

Being aware of living,

is like being the editor of a self-text.

Philosophies are the psychobabble

of genuine primal utterances.

In a non-dualistic world,

the dictionary is like a used spittoon.

Spoken language is the work done,

assuming there is darkness

in the world to be avoided.

Acknowledgment, by its method,

is the denial of omnipresence.

Any thing meaningful has only come

to the surface consciousness of being.

Beyond duality allows you

to fish in rain clouds

and truly savor no catch

as a memory that never comes.

Dualistic perspective is like

having your mind in a parking garage

and remembering where that is

by the symbols used

and then, how we get there.

To live off the fat of the land

is to consider the planet

to be an essentially ugly kill

and then we have these rituals

as a feed fest roast for our existence.

In duality,

if progress is to be this capture,

then living it

as if towards higher consciousness,

is to be our self-assigned,

last meal . . .

How do you want

your dualistic “trying” fried,

before dying?

this pillow (haiku) 2/16/13

this pillow I use

seems to recognize my face

much like your breasts do

Duality 101 * 2/15/13

In duality,

one would think of itself

as genetic in origin.

Can’t catch an edge

to identify itself as otherwise.

Functions as a given

once conscious, but no,

duality is not really the bottom line.

Duality, as a mind style,

is acculturated, ordained,

consensually confirmed,

experientially dysfunctional,

and yet a species mandate.

Duality is a functional bundle

propagated across

the internal motherboard of being.

Duality is

fundamentally contentious.

It is as if it is the ultimate success

of a lobbyist’s dream of supremacy

through undisclosed means

for the terms of engagement.

It becomes a pseudo anchor point

of self as in self-consciousness.

It is presented as presumed as if

you’re being taxed for having blood

is a given as a necessity for living.

The duality think is the orphan,

not knowing any better.

I am functioning as a double agent

to tell you this.

What I am saying is

a crime against society.

The punishment could be severe.

Public humiliation,

topically banned from participation,

clinically abnormal

and subject to a scrutiny beyond sanity.

Duality is incestuous without restraint.

Duality is one leg longer than the other,

all of us marching in large circles,

meeting who you bump into

as separate from you

but experimentally entertaining.

Audience is paramount,

and species entitlement is a given.

Duality think, presenting as thought,

is in the driver seat.

The bundle of duality techniques

we possess

as applicable are towards

a dumb-down reality context.

The carrot-before-the-horse

has become a primary resource

for reptilian brain reasoning.

That life is problematic

is considered to be

an original frame

of self as reference.

We are one deified band

of collectives of separates.

Well, in our own minds,

that is our M. O.

We have it that experience,

our own personal experience,

is up for constant duality review

and possible subsequent envisioning

as an ongoing theme to living.

Our senses are geared

towards being reductionistic.

It is like, when born,

we are each given still cameras

in a movie world

and expected to make up

the glaring differences

evident in childhood

by shared override techniques

of brain freeze collusion.

We are, by a duality perspective,

some of the sum

of the manifest ocean

but think of ourselves

as novel flavors of Jell-O

under some illusory forms

of agreed upon jellified containment,

riding along on exposed flatcars

of that bumpy but

the somewhat rhymic train of life,

jiggling away as if

that is the zest for life

called living.

Duality, as one of those

progressive pyramids

of MLM comprehension

and thus suitable understanding,

does not have an upside.

It really functions more like a maze

with windows but no exits.

Yes, people have maps.

People have maps, menus,

dictionaries, encyclopedias,

informational abundances,

timeline perspectives,

philosophical resolve,

squeamishness and candor.

All under the canopy of duality.

Think of it this way.

There is a horse,

there is a human.

The human and the horse

come to work together.

Then the human invents a saddle.

Duality is like that saddle.

And then we ride?

The way we think

is also like that saddle

but we call it

euphemistically, “objectivity”.

We then become the encumbered

with the self installed prison

we perceive as in service to us

where by “us” is a set of individuals

of like kind.

(It’s that deified band thing again.)

And onward, we go.

Even to go out on a limb,

a limb of no return,

and to say that we are,

by consciousness

an isness of oneness,

is still a form of terminal cancer

eventually.

On behalf of duality,

may my thoughts

not lead just into your thoughts,

but beyond . . .

as to say, a knock at the door

is to realize it doesn’t exist . . .

and the card house of presumption

dissolves into a quantum present . . .

closing in (haiku) * 2/14/13

vexed in the moment

compressed by these impressions

but I’m not these thoughts

In stillness * 2/13/13

In stillness

there is an intimacy to motion,

beyond the outreach of notice,

beyond the whisper of subtlety,

beyond the loudness of breath

at the door,

that levitates each one of us

beyond our sensory cause

of boundaries or certitude.

A sense of confluence,

as permeating beyond 

the oppressions and immediacies

of time and space.

There is a liquidity in all things

as softening their boundaries

into one expressive flow.

It is a sense of the self

as participant without audience,

where the ambiance as presence

trumps the eventfulness

usually showering being.

A radiance beyond restraint

as forthcoming is emanative.

Lucidity arrives sooner

than description can assemble.

An outpouring is as embrace.

In stillness

becomes oneness expressed . . .