The slick wet of love.
The body is lived by Silence. The unknowable makes its home in the country of appearance and enjoy the conversation of between utter mystery and the immaculate beauty of becoming. When confusion, chaos delusion come to rest then the eyes open and perception becomes dialogue. t.k. today, discussing divine totality as infinite conversation. T.k.
"The terrible tedious mountain of bullshit that passes for 'tibetan buddhism' is almost without compare in the worlds great spiritual history. I'm not saying it is fake 'tibetan buddhism' - the problem is that it is the real thing and it is, for the most part, horrendously tedious crap a la Catholic church in the dark ages. " t.k.
The current fashion for abstract non-dualism fancies its alienation from the ritual and deities of religion, and the responsibilities and obligations of ordinary life, to be a modern advancement on superstition and contrived ethics. While much religious ritual and notion of deity has always been superstition so is abstract non-dualism with its humanocentric naiveté. Far from being advancement over superstition it is simply distortion of perception’s fullness by anemic intellectualism – disembodied, unworlded and masquerading as spirituality.
The slick wet of love, sunlight into form, hand over dimensionality of intimate topographies. The unconfused sigh, the increase of luminosity. Tangled vine, hardness and softness, sudden expanse on the sea of immortality’s elixir … in the temple of pure brilliance the presencing for us .. the mold of Anthropos. - t.k. talks on sex and the unmaking of delusion