AS IT IS

The universe is infinite and purposeless.
Newly born are conscious of the universe as it is.
Cycles of experience breed the contempt of familiarity.
No thing remembered is ever again seen as it is,
But is laden with barnacles of meaning
Fed by daily tides of bodily needs and social demands
Tied by similar frequency and form to patterns of personal purpose
For each being’s accumulation of preconditioned perception.

The universe is infinite and purposeless.
Newly born are curious about the universe as it is.
Answering the questions one is expands experience to new mysteries
Strokes of color chosen and placed to reflect one’s personal picture
Of the constant universe in hues of one’s changing awareness of it.
The natural diversity of painters taught by personal experience
Comprise a holographic gestalt of the universe as it is,
Infinite, purposeless and indifferent to the myriad images.

The universe is infinite and purposeless.
Newly born are active in the universe as it is.
Walking in the wilderness yields wonders and hazards.
Satisfying curiosity about the wonders requires risking the hazards.
Walking within civilization's certainty terminates wonder and hazard.
Curiosity about the certainty requires understanding its purpose
So multifaceted as to consume any concern for nature as it is:
Always indifferent to all the intentions that may be imposed
And the blindness purpose brings to seeing the universe as it is.


It's never too late to be new born.
The purpose of shedding purpose
Must also be shed in its turn.

WHAT A STRETCH

Today seems like the longest day of the year.

JOCK TO NERD TRANSITION

Gotta love it …



I remember the first two parts of his three part question about sandworms — does anyone remember the answer to the third?

There are not words …

Three Worlds — M. C. Escher

… so understood that all will heed their inspiration. Ideals are wise guides we are free to follow in our personal lives or fake in the anonymous righteousness of the perverted authority consensus wields.

Democracy is true equality in spirit and legalized mob rule as institutionally practiced. Socialism is true sharing in inspiration but is reduction of all to the least common denominator when required behavior. In principle, capitalism rewards all with the benefits discovered by the most curious and innovative until the competition gets cut-throat by the most acquisitive in corporate personhood’s race to own others’ ideas. Envisioning the fabric of the brotherhood of man inspired the teachings of Buddha, Jesus and Mohammed only to become frayed as a frantic prayer cloth by separate sects declaring their single threads to be the one true thread for all.

The light is the inspiration of nature as it is, the reflection is the experience of the light expressed, the shadows are the crowds hiding behind other's reflections for fear of experiencing the light directly and perhaps having an original thought for themselves.

1,2,3 … LIGHT, REFLECTION, SHADOW

It is
Saying so means nothing
'Til saying what is not.

The nature of the universe is impartial
To interpretations of their perceptions
Made by the infinite beings that arise
Following their own curiosity about
Whence they all arose.

Tao is the empty source
From which the dynamic duality
Must arise as yin and yang
Enlightenment reflected as the known
Leaving the unknown in the shadows cast
By all too opaque conclusions.

HIGH QUEUE

Strip of Möbius
Astronomer finds huge eye
Squinting at wee quarks

Strip of Möbius
Nearer there, farther from here
No place for dwelling

Strip of Möbius
Atoms as dense as galaxies
No thing for pointing

Strip of Möbius
Earth turns, nature eats irself
No courts for appealing

Strip of Möbius
With dualities resolved
No sides for taking

Strip of Möbius
When shine becomes reflector
Light's gone, detector.

YODOODLES, Part 1

If it's on a map
It's not the place
If stakes may be driven
It's not the location
Charts cannot contain it
Pushpins cannot pierce it
Being within it all along
Pointing out its other variations
Such markers may form patterns
Revealing secrets of unwalkable worlds
Where experience of unspeakable words
Engenders what we trod and tell
Of its myriad bounty