red leaves

see and receive in a sea of simplicity without a previous belief interfering in the wonder that one now sincerely so sees

i'm told cecil taylor gives his sidemen the first and last notes and tells them to get there; we have one note, consciousness: be there


we are tmi

my practice is actually nondual duality because i know my limits


red leaves are not red leaves

the plural is strictly personal

the individual is nothing of its kind

quality is just a comparison of here and now with there and then

but love is the essence of self-existence

and i love those red leaves


translation: if the body falls in a forest and there's not a single identifying thought about it, are you really dying?