teachings of a modern spiritual adept
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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.

Daytime. My hair drips sweat.

I shone in this small shape as one who proceeds from the Father. I bubbled up and flowed out from that. I was the first emanation. I was his entire likeness and image.                                                                                  

                                                            –Gnostic tradition, First Book of Leu

 

Daytime. My hair drips sweat. Your pearl teeth, in the

oyster of your mouth, gleam with smiling. My skin

knows touch and warmth. Your hand knows strength of

purpose …. In this Long Now between emerging and

dissolving ….  water rises as wave. Falls.  Rises.     Again.

Same water, same tidal motion, same ocean.        Same

wave?

 

Evening. Dim starlight emerges, come morning it

resolves again into bright. A western star in twilight’s

land of meeting and parting ….. hands rough with earth,

scars of honest work, lines etched on the face by love –

some from pleasure, some from pain. These are the

retirement plan of happiness.

 

Nightime. I lay down my head, feet, hands, shoulders,

the small cares, plans, sad turns, sweet moments that

mark the contours of Love’s body. I lay down the slow

pulse of marrow and the rhythm of blood, spinal fluid,

cells. I lay down mind in the bed of ease. I lay down

tomorrow and wake up in tomorrow when the play of

tides again draws the deep of mind’s luminosity into the

frolic of appearance.

 

Dawn. First emanation, deep a bright arises, emerges,

resolves again in sleep, emerges once more…. entire

likeness of bird song, the smell of grass,  eyes        open

and ‘sight’ becomes appearance

                                                          ….. and I will love

                                                                 you     again, like

                                                                 yesterday      again,       like

                                                                 tomorrow      again,    in this

                                                                 Long Now              again,  

                                                                 this emerging                 

                                                                 again, and resolving     again

 

no one who has tasted the salty water can any longer

say “this wave, that one.”

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