teachings of a modern spiritual adept
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Poetry

where mystery, emptiness, and form are expressed with twilight language in verse

Gnosemic silence becomes grapheme without straying.

Gnosemic silence becomes grapheme without straying.

Look here. The very act of appearing is announcement not alienation.
Proto pattern, image before concept:

Death
Strength
Hermit
Fool
Hierophant

Magician.

Later play loses coherence and Al-chemy of confusion transforms diaphanous into density.  Density into destiny and still,

                first utterance remains the friend of silence.

 

II.

Silence and sound, expanse’s empty pure pleasure and
radiance, not two not one.  Awareness appearance not
corrupted by alienation of worker from product of labor.

Running, d
                o
                w
                n  the center line of appearing. Two channels and in

between, the totality. Chains shaken off, freedom of non elaboration.

t.k., tsogyelgar, traktung khepa

 

Brightness pervades, even confusion.  Grapheme become phoneme and the pathway of simple delight. Destinies unmade and still,
                           first utterance remains the friend of silence.

III.

Sometimes I think over the options, as if there were any; that is the game of this and that in all its empty appearing and appearing emptiness.  Thought also mere appearance, construct of neuron, electrical impulse and the play of seeming but

not

Being.

 

Knowing knows bodies, appearings, shadow light sound and makes, of these, the
phantasmagorical display. … so
                                                      m
                                                        e  thing in a dream, some water moon, some

magician’s trick with mirrors in this Vegas lounge act called birth and death.

 

Sometimes you see a stick in the water, it looks bent, you pull it out and it is in fact straight – light’s defraction, optical illusion of Being and becoming. You put it back in the water, it looks bent….  but you know it is straight. Before looking bent or knowing straight, is a mystery untouched by seemings. Untouched by destinies made or unmade and

still, first utterance remains the friend of silence.

Priya Tsomo