The body resists its knowledge of oneness—as if to exist it must renounce that from which it was issued.
As a child believes it must deny its origins in order to affirm its singular existence.
It is not possible to deviate from being.
Paradox of Logos
Language too is unable to grasp the fundamental essence of its nature.
Night’s volute was upheld by the Vowel at the base of speech.
Not all the ripe cognates of existence can be harvested from the garden of the world.
To imagine an escape from being through a flight into particularity.
To champion particularity is to always remain suspicious of one’s true nature.
What is particular is like Narcissus leaning over the water’s reflection, eternally hoping, but never assuredly able to confirm, the existence of his singular beauty.
Beyond the Edge of the Garden
To imagine being hunted by manifestation, to be hounded by particularity—
The green flame of cypress, the hoarfrost of fern—the many-sided argument of the raspberry thicket.
In order to fully experience being one must first make peace with the vanity of particularity.
To witness, at Autumn’s end, the fallen walnut broken into its parts.
The brain’s twin hemispheres halving continuity into discontinuity.
What Is Difficultly Visualized
Dualities that shelter behind them a unity beyond the possibility of cognitive formation.
Insights Beyond the Realm of Thought
Twilight-colored plums, fallen but luminous, hidden among the autumn grass.
Almost Observable by the Naked Eye
Being’s armature holding up all that is starkly ephemeral.
Insight and Doubt
To experience, even once, the unexpected wakefulness of the world—pitted against the shadowy conceits of the mind.
Wakefulness invites the Mind to gather with it in the burgeoning, always-renewing field.
In return, the Mind plots its eternal assault on being.
The Covert Habits of the Mind
Like bats winging through the shadowy, damp night orchard.
A Question of Methodology
To unthink the known in a gesture of sympathy with being.
Insight opens its reticent blossoms when the Mind waits under the same sky as Wakefulness.
Human hair and blood—matted like dank manure and straw.
Goal of Difficult Attainment
To remain on the threshold of: particularity, oneness and language—to negotiate along the joints of the world.
Perfect Wakefulness like the moon ever-visible at midday.
To resolve how that which is both same and different can finally be called
by its singular, Sacred name.
Hence the implicit homecoming of metaphor: to reconcile what was arbitrarily broken, exiled in the mind.
The Will listens in on all the manifestations of Wonder.
Wakefulness and SurpriseTo listen along the joints—for all that surprisingly joins.