what spirit speaks the heart re-echoes its lofty chambers with choric ringing  twist and fold in timely rhythm the fountain's deep moods springing   unshadowed now, revealed and waking all forge and fire, veils rent aside the swallowed sun, see! - beaming again 'cross the rivers, stride in stride the call's heard round from distant shores the ferryman's change cast far away for the...

Knowing is action Knowledge is the corpse of action

Is it possible for a system to be both hierarchical AND innately mysterious? Is it possible for self-embedded reciprocity within such a system to lead towards a breaking out of the self same system while still being a part of it on another level? Can NON-understanding be a "part" of ANY system,...

down down down inside there is a silent speech you sense it with your fingers as they absent-mindedly clasp the empty space between your palms a holding on to something that never was the words are unlike these, and your eyes cannot fix them into harsh dualities of coincidence cannot shatter their glass frames and spill them into false awakening, for...

I have this feeling that appeals to functional equivalence (or even similarity) are somehow, well, disrespectful, or at least intrinsically misleading.  Functional appeals 'work' because they abstract very specific relations from an otherwise fully real and completely embedded situation, and show how regardless of how those relations come about, if they do, then for the purposes of...

To the question:"Is there any art or skill than can not be done with a Zen mindfulness?" I answered:"No.  Even the skill of not being Zenly mindful can be done with Zen mindfulness." DRAT! Foiled again!

why poetry? complex brevity   

WARNING: PROJECTIVE GEOMETRY MAY PUT HOLES IN YOUR BRAIN.  YOUR MIND MIGHT LEAK OUT - IF YOU WANT YOUR MIND IN YOUR BRAIN STOP READING NOW. Okay, here is a geometric exercise that I find very interesting (for some context about WHY it is interesting, look here). It is, however, more complicated than the previous one...

my fingers are tapping to an unknown rhythm a sightless pattern just below consciousness feeding somewhere in the background of my eyes it swirls, dives, escalates, tumbles and words - my God, words! appear mysteries profuse my skin invisible knives punctuating reality letting the dreams out all the while tap tap tap   and more: you, unquietly reaching impossibly leeching, receiving  growing dreams of my dreams with another...

Now, another challenge was proposed, to proceed to a third transposition inspired by Varela's star cybernetics. My response: simplistic/complex ---> multi-ordered simplexity  how to fix/how to engage ---> ascripted re-presencing  compulsive mappings/flexible relations ---> constructive deconstruction  textbook categorizations/situational phenomenologies ---> second-order homeodynamics  control the universe through mapping/participate in the universe through walking its territory -->  co-construction of universe and self  dominant masculinist...

my knees are bent for you my skin is quiet I shed drops of Witnessing into the waiting of your hands the shadows have ascended silver rays reflected your world is becoming it is in all the voices