Consciousness
Looks itself
In the mirror
And sees
Nothing but mind.
2.
First Mother,
Caught up in the evolutionary jungle of simultaneous threats,
Instructs its child:
“Listen, everything you will be seeing for the next 8 hours
Is a dream. Mommy’s gonna be busy surviving for both of us.”
And so we dream,
Piously, uncritically, blissfully.
Dream was the first baby-sitter.
3.
The Cinderella of Mindlessness
Runs the whole house of the body
All by itself
From dawn to midnight,
Dreaming
Of being awake
At the Equinox of Ball of Time
When the Present eclipses itself.
4.
Nothing to transcend
But transcendence
Itself.
Blindness exhales its own memory of vision,
Like an old pair of gloves.
Reality is out of touch!
It finally knows.
5.
I prostituted
My innermost Self
To the approval of Money.
Yes, I have.
And,
So,
Have you.
We all have.
At some point or another.
Time isn’t money.
Time is consciousness.
Take it back.
6.
You know the Truth
When you can’t tell
One and the same lie from itself.
7.
A word
dreams of what it represents,
Just like the mind
Dreams of the reality
That it purports to reflect.
8.
You know how when you were a kid and you could see a face in a fold of a curtain.
And, you know how you could glance away, “come back,” and still see it?
You too are a fold in a curtain,
A wrinkle in the informational fabric of your consciousness.
This ego is the first pattern you saw.
But! It’s not your original face.
Signal is the noise.
Something is just another nothing.
See what I mean?
9.
Matter is inanimate
No matter how long consciousness plays with it.
10.
Quadrillions upon quadrillions
Of matter particles
Have absolutely no business being
In one and the same place
That you call “you”
Except for that one all-organizing meme of consciousness
That calls itself “I.”
You – whether you want to or not – are
The bird that leads this flock of cosmos
From chaos into an illusion of order.
How marvelous
And how hopelessly unexplainable!
11.
Consciousness,
Like magnetic field,
Attracts random particles of matter
Into an idiosyncratic artwork of body,
Just to say Namaste to itself.
Beautiful, huh?
But here’s the ugliness:
Liking the reflection it sees,
It clicks “Save.”
And the nesting doll of self-referencing mind is born.
And out of it comes the child of ego,
One moment at a time, ever colicky.
When you meet the Buddha on the road,
Kill him.
12.
Do You
Realize that
You
Have been able to detect
You
Through every experience that
You
Have ever had no matter how varied and original?
You
Have been able to see
You
Through a bewildering complexity of reality without any problem.
You,
My friend, are operating like a high-frequency signal that can break through any cloud of noise.
You
‘ve burst through the thick and thin of the material fog like a tachycardia of unmistakable essence!
You,
My friend,
Are the highest frequency signal that exists.
You,
My friend, are beating to the drumbeat of light.
13.
Consciousness plays with body like clay
Trying to sculpt an accurate picture of Nothingness that it is.
It can’t be done.
Not through poetry.
Not through math.
Not through zen.
14.
I pity pity.
15.
I am
a blinking cursor
on a blank page of a Word.
16.
Ego is a document.
Who for?
17.
Money means “not free.”
Free yourself from the illusion of money:
Reality is free.
Share it.
18.
Zen is a u-turn sign.
Don’t follow it.
Follow Nothing.
18.
Silence
Has a nice ring to it.
Listen.
19.
Existence is a joke.
It gave you a mother.
It gave you a father.
It gave you you.
And you still question it with the doctrine of sunyata.
Huh?
20.
Wisdom
Is when you match-make
Reality with what it’s Not
Without either party knowing it.
pavel somov, still is
copyright 2009
Thanks for sharing.