abyss

I do not speak of the abyss of pain, confusion, and swirling lostness. I speak of the abyss of the unknown, of the highest deepest widest realm of ignorance, where all rationale and carefully constructed sculptures of self fall away.

human beans

Even though we do not know what we do not know, we set our bounds with certainty. Hahahahahaha . . .

poetics and the angel of the abyss

Poetry is not airy-fairy boop-dee-doop. Poetry is raw-boned encounter with the angel of the abyss. Heidegger said it well: "Poetry is the saying of the unconcealedness of what is."

The ego-consciousness likes to skim and skitter on the surface of being, for to go to the depths is to go to its death, its transformation. And it likes the way it is, thank you very much!

One has to become the abyss and only then will it transform. "This very abyss is full of the darkness of God, and where one experiences it, let him climb down and howl in it (that is more necessary than to cross over it)." (Rilke)

poesy

We dismiss the power of poetry, its ability to vanquish current bounds, to open doors to other realms, to tumble all walls down. Check this out:

Thinkest thou that I cannot now pray to my Father, and he shall presently give me more than twelve legions of angels?

Angels? Legions and legions of angels? Beings that we cannot see nor trade nor buy nor sell?

Poets blow the world wide open, give us room to reinvent ourselves. Jesus, Buddha, Lao Tzu, Moses, Muhammad, Hafiz, Rumi, Chuang Tzu, the Seers of the Upanishads, John Lennon, Swedenborg, Peter Kingsley, . . .

God save us from the orthodox and the convenience of the conventional.

E = mc2

When solving Einstein's E = mc2 for humans, Energy = mass (humans) moving at high speed (c square). Dividing both sides of the equation by E, one gets 1 = humans moving at high speed supported by boundless energy. When we are one (not fragmented), this is so.

the procedure of the process

What is stated is not the truth.
What is stating is the truth.
"What is stating is the truth" is not the truth.
What is stating is the truth.
As soon as stated, it is untrue.

What is objected is not the truth.
What is objecting is the truth.
As soon as objected, it is untrue.

What is projected is not the truth.
What is projecting is the truth..
As soon as projected, it is untrue.

What is subjected is not the truth.
What is subjecting is the truth.
As soon as subjected, it is untrue.

A true arrow reaches its mark pre-shot.

recon

When we open to ourselves as an integral process of this everchanging, ever emerging universe, we do not need reconciliation. We are forever re-conciling, continuously bringing about friendship and good will.

Only when we stand apart, view ourselves as separate do we feel we need a plan of salvation and reconciliation to bring us into the fold, or feel the need to conjure a vision of ourselves as a mighty force standing in a howling wind and shaking our fist at all and sundry, "bloody but unbowed."

As embodying process of the cosmos, we do not need our cilia reconnected. We are always reconciliating.

greater than

The whole is greater than the sum of its parts.

The Source from which all is unfolding and That to which all unfolds are the Alpha and Omega of existence, the Wellspring and the Ocean.

The Wellspring, the Springing, and the Ocean are not separate, are all one.

The Springing (us and all that is) can be divided into parts. Because it can be, we do.

The Wellspring Ocean can be named and each name signifies aspects of Its essence. The name is not the essence.

The name Wellspring Ocean signifies the Whole, the simultaneous Alpha Omega (Beginning Ending) and Omega Alpha (Ending Beginning).

The Whole is greater than the sum of the parts of the Springing. (W > S1 + S2 + S3 + . . . + Sn)

The Timeless is greater than the sum of the Timed. (T > Td1 + Td2 + Td3 + . . . +Tdn)

cementing our heads

We concretize our illusions by acting as if they are so.

formatorium

Some, feeling adventurous, move from one form to another.
The true adventurer moves from all form to the formless.

Form is like a consciousness corset.
Some feel comfort in being all snugged in.
To others it feels like prison.

The adventurer speaks from the formless.
The formers make something of it.

Poor Jesus! They built a church on top of him.

Deep calls to deep

The ocean in which we swim and which we are has different depths. Often, swimming in the shallows, we think we are deep. Swimming in the depths we know of further depths and know we are shallow. The ocean laughs and keeps on oceaning.