time creates all sides (twitterverse)

time, time, time creates all sides, yes it does.

and i create time: voila!

particle itself is wave and wave is particle.


thoughtlessness is a state of too much thought.

without the thought of who i am, there is no me to be.

i am the am reflecting in i am.


thought is contagious when you think you're thought.

bliss is because it isn't.

la la la la la la la la la means whatever you want it to mean.


accept no name.

no name, no form, no meaning.

this buzzing booming confusion is that.

just stop the perpetual internal infernal thinking machine.


you don't need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows; it blows for thee, by thee, and in thee.

scientific materialism is the opium laced with amphetamine of the people.

no mountain, no powder, no skis.

snowflakes are spontaneously appearing.


all roads lead to silence, even the one that goes through rome.

all ways, or paths if you will, whether convoluted or not, teach only one thing: how to be quiet and let reality have its way with you.

when your way is reality’s way, which it is anyways, for you’re not the ‘you’ you think you are, but reality itself, there’s harmony & bliss.

if not, then suffer.


nobody has something to say.

whatever you think isn’t.

as consciousness is a reflection of the absolute, one's action is a reflection of one's understanding truth.

in the name of love.


you're nobody's fool.

my path is this; quietly i wait for that.

none of this is my idea.


not a word of it is true.

all the world's the past, and all the men and women merely more mind.

repeating the mantra "goo goo g'joob" shall help you realize that you're not really a walrus.


i thought i had a thought just then.

how many atmans can dance on the head of a pin?

consciousness is like a universe of tinnitis ringing in the the ears of that silent absolute.

your dreamer

consciousness is a pre-existing condition.

intelligence first manifests as love, then becomes memory where it moves as thought; thought is therefore leftover love in slow decay.

you can't think intelligence.

if none of this was here, where would you be?

you are not reading this.

take me to your dreamer.

i’m thinking i won’t be thinking about thinking any more; what do you think?

the world is anything you say it is, but reality is not anything you can say.

when love is the underlying music of your life, the mind can follow with its lyrics.

great synchronicity

lately i've been lovingly haunted

by a great synchronicity


of course the secret

behind synchronicity is

there's nothing to be synchronized:

not two!


synchronicity is the timeless

visiting the world of time


like a partly cloudy day

in monument valley:

many rays; one sun


to the mind,

paradox appears ridiculous;

to consciousness,

it's just another day in the timeless

an infinite succession

right now has left now.


why not enjoy the world? after all it is completely my creation.

but why obsess on any single aspect of the world; that's like cutting off your face to delight in the sight of your nose.


there's no need to catch the bus of bliss; there's another one coming now!

understand that bliss is the energy released when the consciousness that i am creates any aspect of the world within that consciousness i am.

love involves the great return of energetic bliss when, after a momentary self-forgetting, consciousness accepts itself within its own world.

mahalala!


in the world of zeno's paradox, only the mind can take that last step and it takes it in an infinite succession. it's what we call the world.

logic can only go so far; the mind fills in the gap.


there's nothing to be known

nothing known there is to be

to be known--nothing there

is.


the amplifier is not the song.

the truth sings in silent acapella.


thought is original technology

space is my original face

love is our original voice.


to deny duality is duality

repetition is a fetish

affirmation is denial

being is

enjoy the hay

The problem is not enjoyment; the problem is attachment. ~Tilopa
The ocean is not very far away if you know how to flow. ~Osho


between the poles of religious myth and scientific materialism lies nothing.


it's midnight; do you know where your avatar is?

any word spoken now is love; words spoken from memory are just zombie thoughts in slow decay.

but every word i write is in a movement towards never writing another word.


the fog above the river is of the river but not the river.


such variety and abundance will appear confusing when concentrating on one particular aspect; so forget the needle and enjoy the hay!

accept everything. attach to nothing. enjoy all as one.

in a world of ten thousand miracles occurring every ten-thousandth second, holding onto a single one is not greedy; it's just blind stupidity.


love is not an effort; love is the opposite of effort; love is the complete acceptance of one and all.

in complete acceptance of one and all, one and all disappears, and the bliss of nothing remains.


just same of the more.

say the word

all words descend

from one word:

love.


so many permutations

and so many once-removeds,

there's a dictionary full


of impostors

and wannabes

and woebegone forgottens.


it all becomes

so much simpler

when you realize


the translation of any word

(minus the unnecessary complexity)

is simply love.


in the beginning was the word.

saving my original face

nothing is out there

everything is in i am


compassion is self-concern

love is the right hand naturally joining the left hand _/|\_


being is the body of reality

wisdom is Self-intelligence

love is the mind of the absolute


don't make thoughts; make love

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not only is it a story, but saying that it's a story is a story

this reality seems so real, it's hard to see it isn't

i'm saving my original face for halloween


pull-up socks; tie sneakers

pump heart, drive car

circle sun, look for parking space


are we having none yet?

purpose shmurpose verse

reality has no purpose;

love has no purpose;

purpose is a red herring

in the pulp fiction of your memory.


anything done on purpose

is already done

before it's done

so nothing is done.


reality does

the unknown

in the name

of love.


there's one purpose

in the paradox of life

without a purpose:

wake up!



love is causeless;

all the rest have more

than ten thousand and thirty-one,

except compassion

which is also causeless.


my 'i am'

and your 'i am'

are the same 'i am.'

one and all together,

it's called love.


love,

unlearn

and be.

the rest:

wait and see.



beware of any truth

that thinks

it is the highest truth;

that's not truth

but just another religion.


there is only

the one good book:

being.

read its silence today.


this is the first line of the rest of this verse.



bye bye sweet duress,

hello emptiness.


there’s a point when it takes such an effort

to play the role of yourself

or watch the play itself

that the curtains close

all by themselves.

nowater

we interrupt this stream for an important rock

whitewater whitewater whitewater whitewater whitewater whitewater nowater whitewater whitewater whitewater whitewater


the apostle's creed: be if you can; co-opt if you must

maybe an epilogue to previously unending series: but thought is one unending conglomeration of forgetful energy of which we (as thought) are


never -ism; it makes an object out of nothing

look; whatever. if you can say it, it ain't it. if it's comforting, forget it. if you want to teach it, wait one thousand years. otherwise


beware of any thought that tells you it's not a thought

this is a tricky landscape; watch out for anyone saying watch out!


first thought; your thought. but you're not a thought.

all ants spread the word: no grasshoppers!

only the evergreen

quoth the crow, i'm not a raven

sooner or later, if you were brought up christian & then found yourself to be a seeker, you're going to have to hug it out with jesus

in the worldly divide between china & tibet, the usa chose china; that tells you more about this nation & its future than you need to know

looking at all the greenery on both banks of the river before the coming frost; only the evergreen will make it through december

wisdom! don't think about it.

being that this prayer is thought invested in the me-thought requesting that the no-thought of its Self manifest as love within its being.

sacrifice! thank you.

"      " ~awareness

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?

nothing permanent

nothing is etched in stone, not even stone

root power!

when you see there's nothing permanent, you see there is no you seeing

the thought of me is all of me

when you see there's nothing permanent, you see there is no you seeing

ask not what do i think but know what is felt

dream state or imagi nation

what a day for a daydream!

in the land of fern and mountain laurel, the pine needle is king

let the mind be a servant to love as the world is manifested from reality

seeing all clearly is love; accepting things as they are is love; letting love transform what is seen and accepted is being

pip

move along, still nothing happening here

i like signs

eagles flying upriver like witchy women

just waiting for an urge for going

fish are jumping like jacks, jane

turn off your mind, relax, and float down stream ~JL

consciousness is the sea and this thought of me, pip

dragonfly, grasshopper!

gong!

don't believe in nonbelief

no words can take you there except to say in so many words that no you can take words there

sometimes i get a great notion, sometimes it gets me

i hold all six billion of you responsible for me

and don't go thinking i don't know your ancestors had a part in this funny business too

gong!

just like a virgin

in to it!

feel real

think the kitchen sink

remind me to forget

no goes!

say good night puck

Thought Man!

something doesn't happen on purpose but nothing happens by accident

everything in your dream is here to remind you that you're dreaming

every object is your sign

testing. if action appears not to be rising directly from the light of love, it's rising through the cloud of ignorance. understand; retest

Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do Thought Man! Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do ...

our default setting is love; just hit that button when caught in a whirlpool of thought and emotion

rational mysticism is a form of spiritual masturbation; nothing will ever be born of it

sooner or later you have to let go

there's nothing wrong with duality; understand it's a package deal: for every pleasant experience, there's outrageous atrocity. your call.

are you there? if so, who are you? in your own words, please.

the saddest words never spoken: who was i?

trip ahoy!

turn on, tune in, drop out, trip ahoy!

it all has to be real; cnn says it is

in case of maya, break the glass

i desire a chocolate chip chocolate cookie with extra chocolate

the only emperor is the emperor of double chocolate ice cream

tv commercials are the rabid guard dogs of the dream state, foaming at the mouth about desire and insurance: arf growl bite!

the mind is just an energizer bunny; it just keeps on going and going and going #truthinadvertising

there's a fine line between recognizing the relative and getting stuck there; tradition will almost always gravitate to the latter: be aware

there is no middle class middle way

act as if you're dead; be that you're eternal

many ways; no destination

many blah blah blah; no yada yada yada

can you really talk about now when you're confident about tomorrow?

beginner's luck is really original unknowing

delusion plus compassion equals zero

one person's pointer is another person's opinion

dream is seeing

i am rock, i am scissors, i am paper

i am that eye of non-identity within don draper

we come to nirvana by means of sam's club

there's no better wisdom spoken than: shut up!

survive and thrive, above all love

this line is now your dream too

the seeing of the dream as dream is seeing

when the going gets tough, who's going?

out with the old; in with now

freedom's just another word for nothing left of you

write a one word paragraph on truth: no way!

love doesn't move in mysterious ways;

the mystery moves in loving ways

and so on

seeing, accepting, transforming, seeing, accepting, transforming, seeing, accepting, transforming, seeing and so on and so on and so on and

brahma, vishnu, shiva, brahma, vishnu, shiva, brahma, vishnu, shiva, brahma and so on, and so on, and so on, and

father, son, holy spirit, father, son, holy spirit, father, son, holy spirit, and so on, and so on, and so on, and

birth, life, death, birth, life, death, birth, life, death, birth, and so on, and so on, and so on, and

being, love, awareness, being, love, awareness, being, love, awareness, being, and so on, and so on, and so on, and

one, two, three, one, two, three, one, two, three, one and so on, and so on, and so on, and not one.

swallow yourself

there's something about a gibbous moon; i'm looking at it but it's not looking at me, but looking at the sun which is nowhere to be seen

be delicious, so when you finally swallow yourself, it's good

when i think about it, it drives me crazy, so i stop thinking about it, and awesome moon tonight!

mesire youjane

you can stop standing in that corner now

stories just love stories

if you just stop hiding, there's nothing to seek

root earth of being; leaf sky of awareness

pick a card, any card; vote for delusion!

help keep the future alive; indulge a desire today!

desire is the root of all affirmation

mesire youjane

no one's in the alley with sally

if the world is giving you lemons, pucker up!

note to my addictions: not indulging desire has nothing to do with morality but everything to do with delusion. ok, go drink and be merry.