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.

an orgy of sunlight

An Orgy of Sunlight

 

laughter…

 

This foolishness and playfulness. This is simply the exuberance of deathless joy. You see, this is a great humor, this world, this appearance. It’s no dukkha, and endless suffering and frustration. But only from the point of view of wisdom bliss. From the point of view of any particular being, yes, this is a realm of alternating pleasures and pain, gain and loss, endings and sorrow. But this appearance was never meant to be lived that way. The arising of a separative sense of self in consciousness is the playfulness of a mystery coming to know itself. And the longing and seeking, which arises within that consciousness is meant to grow through, and outgrow, every stage until it disappears in a different point of view.

The wisdom bliss point of view is no point of view at all. It’s where awareness finds no location as consciousness in space, but space is discovered paradoxically to be within that birthless and deathless awareness.

You were asking me earlier: how does mind become sunlight? Because you were quoting a little poem I wrote. But my words are just meaningless utterances of foolish joy. They are not meant to be enshrined as a new model and goal for your seeking. When consciousness dissolves in wisdom bliss and being dissolves in mystery, then the very energy of awareness becomes a communicative thrust, saying and doing anything which might break the spell of tepid mediocrity, the cruddy here and there, me and you, birth and death of consciousness. The longing in you is not for some experience, which you imagine from my words, but something more subtle and profound than that. Because your imagination is simply built of what is already known from the past. And your understanding of my words doesn’t match the experienceless joy from which they came as utterances of singularity and non-duality.

Experience can never be equivalent to wisdom. Experience is always trapped within the seeking of the separative being, or flows forth from non-duality as the joyful and meaningless utterances of profound wisdom bliss. Experience in the separative realm of beings always entails an experiencer and the experiencing, and wisdom is a singularity beyond all such categories. What is called experience from the point of view of duality is from the pointless view of awareness wildly playful. This morning I was sitting in the woods watching the mist which circled the mountains and ran down the paths between the trees into the valley. And as I was watching the sun’s rays break across the horizon, the warmth slowly, slowly dissolved the mist into nothingness.  Every appearance is the symbol of wisdom bliss, every appearance points towards enlightenment, when mind gives up its grasp on duality. Silence, already covering the extent of space, spreads with light from here to forever, its pervasiveness deep and rich.

When mind has gone to bliss then wisdom, like mist, dissolves everything. All appearance, all self, all other dissolves in the clear light sunshine rays of wisdom bliss. Then awareness moves from here to everywhere in a single flash and each seeming thing: planets and chipmunks, trees, stone, flower, ground, sky, car, birth, death -- everything is known paradoxically without any one who knows it. Known as the modification of awareness light, a play, a frolic, a gamble. It floats in wisdom space like jeweled ornaments adorning the single body of life.

Consciousness wanders through transient things, through births and deaths like a great unraveling story, but a story marked with loss and sorrow. I wandered this way for countless eons through single cell and plant, through animal, through births and deaths into human form where consciousness becomes so subtle that it turns within and looks again. Then, human mind knowing joy and agony, light and dark, beauty and ugliness, knowing what it is to be loved and hated, honored and despised, all the things that make up the eight worldly concerns, turns and turns again, grows and outgrows stages until one day the heart breaks free from turning in or out. It doesn’t look within, it doesn’t look without -- if the truth is not within, and the truth is not without, quick: where will you look?

For lives I sought it and searched in books and temples, holy pools, mountain strongholds, in the face of old men, in the eyes of newborn children, I chanted mantra and danced in ecstasy, and struggled with desire and mind, and sat in stillness waging war with thought. I contorted body and trained in bliss lifetime after lifetime, finding truths, which I enshrined and grasped to, in the embrace of dogma and separateness, but the grinding relentless pressure of time took everything away. And then, one day, a man whose mind had gone to wisdom bliss took my hand and led me out of confusion, explaining the difference between experience and wisdom, showing me the untangled joy of sunlight, and I listened and took his words to heart, practiced the methods which do not create something new – which is only to be lost – but unravel and dissolve the obscurations which hide what is already there. And finally, mind with all its knots and worries gave up its fear and fell into the bowl of space and heart, beyond all notion of being or non-being, swallowed space in a single gulp and it was finished.

Now I sit in the morning sunlight, watching the springtime sun melt the snow and everything points only to this wonderment and beauty of non-duality. In the night the cold closed the crocuses, but now the morning’s sun opens flowers again. A river enters the ocean, I look at my hand, and it becomes the hand of my beloved. Not two -- beyond all category and number. And this hand is extended in love. And mind goes to bliss, the companion of sunlight.

And so these words are meant as invitation, seduction, they are meant to cajole, and incite, provoke you. Not to enshrine them as new images. But to take up the way which moves beyond all closedness and separation. Then you too will become this only singleness.

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