teachings of a modern spiritual adept

Bite size teachings across 30 years.

For 30 years t.k. has offered radical spiritual teachings on the divine nature of non-dual contemplation and realization. Enlightened mind here and now, born from this culture, addressing the issues of this time and place t.k. offers transmission through countless forms - words being one of them. Here are some short pieces from his teachings over the last 30 years.

I used to talk to sunlight

I am having a conversation.

I used to talk to sunlight. I would whisper in his ear. Sweet nothings. And he would whisper back about the migration route of arctic wolves, the secretmost intimations of krill, the giggling of school girls.

I spoke with the ocean shore. I stamped out syntax and word with my bare feet, leapt high for exclamation, bowed low, arms wide for interrogative. The shore spoke with the sighs of wave and sand’s relentless union.

I spoke with the grass and it told me of it's seduction of poets. It gossiped about the secret life of ants. It imparted the secrets of Tsangyang Gyatso. The ant carried my message deep into the earth and minerals sent telegrams with encouragement and advice.

“Who you chose to spend time with speaks everything about your love." stop.
"Thorn thicket people. Glass bottle people. Fashion magazine people.
The people called Encouragers of Waste … and …

Self Protective Imaginings." stop

"Do not stay three days in the house of anyone who does not fear the movement of the clock’s hands. Do not be fooled by Joseph’s torn coat or listen to negative gossips about Majnun. Instead, go ask the baby how it knows to suckle the breast. Go ask the sunflower how it knows to turn toward the brightness. Go ask the Lover of Truth why her heart and mind race toward the teacher.” stop

And so I did. The baby said “Listen.” So I closed my mouth. The sunflower said “Deeper still.” So I closed my eyes and ears and heard the sound of star movement, the golden mean, the first letter. The Lovers of Truth said “This is only a beginning.” So I sealed up mind wanderings and stood alone in the nothing.

… an ant crawled along the edge of creation and void with a telegram from deep in the earth. It said:

"Listening is fruitless unless it becomes a fire. Fire burns away the dross; sunlight is all that is left. If you want to know what fire is then go and speak to Majnun." stop – It was signed ... Gold.

I went to Majnun to ask him the secret of silence's fire but merely the sight of his face and my Heart burst into flame. The meaning of their names, Majnun Layla, tore open my confusions. The Love Bird flew into the sky.

I died. And all that remained was heaven.

Now I am having a conversation.

I have become the ink on the telegram. Sunlight's invitation to Night.


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