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.

status destroyed

The live body of appearance is, in its expanse (individual and total), a sensory organ and a cognitive system (that is a presentation rather than a representation) of the nothingness' dynamic quality. When mind's unborn wisdom becomes the only stronghold of non-identity (the only true identity) then every seeming cell and atom is known as part and whole, enlivened by/as/in/of awareness. - t.k.


In reality's fullness, the beauty truth goodness of enlightenment, there is not even the slightest possibility of a shred of any thought such as "higher" or "lower". Status is destroyed in the perfect equality of all phenomena. Every perception is known (by body/mind) in/as/of/through an infinity of appreciative tender hearted affection. This is great freedom and great heartbreak. - t.k.

Pure information is living droplets of gnosis brilliant bright form and emptiness. Knowing of appearance – identity of emptiness.

 *Mystery becomes dimensionality and pervasion becomes appearance and yet nothing has left anywhere and no ‘thing’ has been born of in any ‘place’ .... such mysterious use of language describes the boundaries of this country for appearance.

*In the kitchen 4 AM, the cup fell from hand to floor           shattered.   Mind like sunlight scattered               across this and that and you ask     “ But where does it come from?”             and I answer “From nowhere at all sweetheart.

   No where at all.”


Oh my love, how I long to share with you thjs torn paper mind,               glued edges of word, syntax, concept

                                         – words like ‘birth’



                                                             ‘other’   like the strong hands of my father folding

nothingness                                          into origami shapes … birds, a swan, a tiger.

Love settles like twilight into the dark nighttime myth of  ‘here’, it becomes the dream of ‘now’, but nowhen and nowhere could hold the gentleness of only this. 

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