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Ten Thousand Fireflies

Ten Thousand Fireflies

In a backyard in Pennsylvania
on a cool July clear evening,
I see ten thousand fireflies

rising from a well-kept lawn
like so many atoms taking leave
in sparks of transformation,

like the dissolution of the self,
like evaporation of a dream,
like the embers of a barbeque

I stoked on other summer nights
in another state, another time,
another world, another rhyme.

~Peace to All and One,
Son Rivers

After Twitter

One thing that I learned is the tendency of some in the nondual world who have accessed some understanding of truth of the absolute without much of a clue of the relative. In other words, it is their understanding (I almost wish to say belief) that the witnessing of the Self and the resting in the Self alone is enough to rid themselves of their previous delusion and illusion. And for those moments that they do I’m sure it is. But because of the path they have “chosen,” they have little understanding of the workings of illusion. For example, they bask in their emotions as something that just happens. True, but it basically comes down to this: emotions rise from thoughts of separation being thoughts of separation. In doing so, such thoughts of separation are free to multiply at will while they luxuriate in their belief of being enlightened. And thus, they’re an easy target for Maya. But of course everything is as it is. (please add scare quotes around any word that may appear too relative for your absolute)
~Peace to All and One,
Son Rivers

Poem : Practice

Practice

The here and now
just isn’t always
here and now
but now and then
it’s there and then,

and that’s when thoughts
of then and when
become the rending
oxygen
of which we yen,

until the Zen
of here and now
again can lend
the transcendental
apprehension

it’s always been
that never-ending
regimen
right here right now
in one godsend.

~Peace to All and One,
Son Rivers
twittered same day

Some Tweets on Action and Thought

Is action completely separate from thought?

But. Yes, thought is an action. Is a permutation of energy. But all action is not thought. Logical mindf*ck notwithstanding.

Maybe thought and action are types of energy (manifestations of the one). As such they interact with each other. Influence each other.

Some actions within this body-mind less influenced by thought than others. The circulatory system for example.

Motor skills are much more influenced by thought.

Yet it doesn't take thought to scratch an itch.

Our conditioned thoughts have usurped our motor skills. Grace is a revolutionary thought. Viva la grace!

In the end, energy influences energy, thoughts influence action and action influences thought. De-conditioning is a 2-way street.

Until it’s one way. Which it always was/is.

Suffering is mistaking the one-way for a two-way street.

De-conditioning is turning the car around. You still can get hurt, but now you should know why.

Well, they're "there" as long as I'm "there." And I'm there as long as I'm here. And I'm here if I'm not in samadhi. & I'm not.

All this ties into the Bhagavad Gita and its yogas of wisdom (thought) and works (action). It’s Effing Genius!

~Peace to All and One,
Son Rivers

poem: Parker River National Wildlife Refuge in a Quiet Mist

Parker River National Wildlife Refuge in a Quiet Mist

The total quiet of this wildlife refuge finds
a steady oscillating cricket,
the intermittent chirp and warble of a red-winged blackbird,
some songbirds improvising certain notes,
three geese heard honking overhead,
and unseen now beyond the greenery of dunes,
a constant ocean-shore white noise
like one unmanifested spirit in our midst.

~Peace to All and One,
Son Rivers
twittered on this same date

Some Tweets on Sacrifice

The manifest world from 2 perspectives: from self as one of survival based on destruction; from Self as coexistence based on self-sacrifice.

Life does not feed off of life; life offers itself to life.

Being a parent is such a Self-fulfilling thing because it’s a living lesson in the sacrificial ways of the manifest world.

I am not the executor or victim; I am the sacrifice. I am not the doer; I am the done.

Suddenly I understand the beautiful reality of Christ on the Cross: sacrifice as the natural way of the world.

Sacrifice is simply the Sacred doing.

~Peace to All and One,
Son Rivers

The Four EZ Platitudes

Don't know who you are? Try EZ Platitudes. Guaranteed to wake you up in less than 140 words or else we'll try another 140.

U R nothing. Everything U think U R is a bunch of lies U learned from someone else. Stop being so gullible. You're "God," so act like it.

OK, that one sucked, so let’s try another one. Why did you cross the road? The other side wanted to get to you. You got another answer doer?

So maybe third time’s the charm. You manifest nothing. You are manifested. At best, you’ll be given a heads-up. Otherwise, suck it up.

Stop being so pig-headed. After 13 billion years do you really think this here and now is all that special? OK, it is. Yeah, you too. Enjoy!

~Peace to All and One,
Son Rivers
twittered 13-Jun-09

Out of Darkest Nothing

Out of Darkest Nothing

Bamboo mountain rising
over green tea lake.
Rice white clouds above
a dragon-headed snake.

Wooden temple stairway
climbing to the sky.
Out of darkest nothing
lights a firefly.

~Peace to All and One,
Son Rivers
twittered 12-June-09

Oh the Overcast

Oh the Overcast

Oh the overcast,
the blue-gray whipped parfait,
the steely waters underneath
a lowered ceiling just
about to fall into
one thousand silver pieces.

See the seagulls’ soaring
silhouette. And see
the sailboats anchored all
without a sail. And see
the distant sandy shore
and toy-like houses claiming

their monopoly
of narrow intercession.
All this and more is my
interpretation of
one moment, monument
in manifest to That

in which it is, and That
in which we rest, and That
to which I am in worship,
father, son, and holy
lover of this earth
and sea and sky. Oh my!

~Peace to All and One,
Son Rivers

Light

I saw the best minds of this generation destroyed by enlightenment ~transcreation of an Allen Ginsberg line

When all the lights went out,—I had no clue it was a branch—that fell across the power line;—I thought it was something I had thought.

It was nearing twilight. All the lights were off & traffic long rerouted. Red-winged blackbirds once again were powering an apparent world.

By the time I got to the scene, the tree that Shiva fell was cut and Brahma was working on the transformer. Everything would soon be Vishnu.

~Peace to All and One,
Son Rivers
twitterings from 6/1

Over the Ocean

How inappropriate to call this planet Earth, when clearly it is Ocean. ~Arthur C. Clarke

The sea becomes a wave turns to the sea becomes a wave turns to the sea becoming me turns to the sea...

At the ocean, it all becomes very hydrological: I am water, and water is That.

Water is 71% of the earth’s surface & the ocean contains 97% of the earth’s water & the human adult body is 50% - 65% water. Do the math.

Water, water everywhere and not a drop is real; I have water on the mind.

A bolt of lightning over the sea strikes my immateriality...

~Peace to All and One,
Son Rivers
twittering from 5/31

Prayer to the Wordless

You cannot take the Wordless' name in vain; only every other name.

As they do with balsamic in Rome, I find it helpful to carry a little bottle of Bhakti with me to pepper upon the Wordless at times.

Holy holy Wordless, essence of an emptiness, virginal void, nothing not even not, hold me in your Self until I’m absolutely thunderstruck.

~Peace to All and One,
Son Rivers
twitterings of 5/30

The Wordless (from Twittering)

There are no words to describe the Unmanifest that some call Spirit, Being, Self. It is beyond our world of words. It is... The Wordless.

In the beginning was the Wordless, and the Wordless became the pattern, and from that pattern we made the Word.

In time the Word became the World, the pattern became unknowable, and the Wordless became unspeakable.

But world know and speak this: You are That Wordless.

~Peace to All and One,
Son Rivers

Twitter Me This: timeless no tomorrow

The moon. A diamond. One-thousand wings. And below the earth in tedious darkness.

Bamboo. Kachinas. A barrier island. Thunder coughing in the long uncertain non-negotiable horizon.

Guitars. A cornstalk. Pawns, knights, and kings. Lightning flashes in a full-length mirror.

A panther. Green temples. Convoluted driftwood. Rain creating writing on the white-washed walls.

Blue cup. Brass Shiva. A rough-hewn altar. The flood that washes all this said material away.

Nothing. But something. An always being now. The timeless no tomorrow staying in the once again today.

~Peace to All and One,
Son Rivers

Yet Another Few Tweets that Made the Poem

Not the Not

It’s not the rock, the mottled
way of granite; not

the subatomic field
where energy informs

this pattern which the mind
calls rock; but wordless...

~Peace to All and One,
Son Rivers

Twitter Poem in Three Stanzas (rev to 4)

New

It’s as if I were
a tree connected to
the earth with neuron roots

and plugged into the sky
with leaves like copper plates
and through the heartwood came

a sunburst, came the molten
lava, and their meeting
made the nightly news

become white noise and empty
airtime broadcast to
an audience of no one.


~Peace to All and One,
Son Rivers

Twiquintanka 2: That That

Hiking on this path,
I know the trees are That,
and rocks are That, and even
these legs that move because
that That impels are That.

~Peace to All and One,
Son Rivers

Twitter Quintanka: Naming

White sky, green air, & earth
the color of the rain
await my eyes to write them so.
Before this naming, no sky, no air,
nor earth—universe.

~Peace to All and One,
Son Rivers

Early Morning Late Night Twitter Holy Prose-like Prayer Poem in Five Full Tweets

I should worship the manifest universe as one would worship a god.

Out of the unmanifest emptiness arises this manifest field, out of Pure Awareness arises a conscious energy.

Mind interprets the patterns of this manifest energy into god-objects. Holy tree and holy leaf and holy oriole.

And holy couch and holy coffee table and holy blank screen of holy television set.

Holy gods of manifest illusion appearing from unmanifest pure emptiness, the holiest of holies only holy, here and now is praying.

~Peace to All and One,
Son Rivers