Message to all good relatives
and the creative people of Earth,
thank you all for your kind recognition.
Consider this transmission:
True art is born of deep peace,
and, as such, is no art at all;
hence, it is always born of itself...
like lava born from deep within whose mountain
and like whose planets born of exploding super novae
and cataclysmic primordial forces of whose divine
and only true and pure, fire-nature?
Get out of the way of and already plunge
into this spiritual stream of sublime peace,
the blazing fire of what level of silence?
Who lives this open to source?
Similarly, one has to be the origin of art as extremely creative,
thus original, spiritual intelligence.
Why exist if not to be the cause of cause?
Who is this smart and true to source,
if not the you of no you,
the me of no me or the I of no I?
Behold, the divine NO point!
Without this intuitively perceived understanding,
how can anyone properly begin to recognize,
fathom, practice, release, express or celebrate that which is,
by itself, breathtaking, true or even profound,
without a place, a race, a trace or a face,
without a name, a game, a blame or any shame
as the one-sound?
To be art, in this regard, is to be
nothing 'in the way' of true, no one breathing;
the true no time, no space, no energy, no matter, no one, no two,
no body, no world, no no!
Naturally, this requires preliminary training and mastery
in letting the all-reality be as it is the no-reference,
letting go of suffering and living as liberated selfless Heart-wisdom
and continually breathing the radical realization of non being and
mind broken free as the what, inside of the who, all the universes
are screaming and exploding about!
"The universe is speeding up" is what the scientists observe
but from what part of their confused
and ever-seeking body-mind machines?
'Only Who is speeding up' is my Heart-burst
response-exhalation into infinity...
and my no-knowledge Heart-word on that materialistic inquiry
into time as an effect-createdness program
without any intelligence-realization of source whatsoever,
seemingly breathing just to breathe, dying just to die,
smelling just to smell, sleeping just to sleep,
surviving just to survive.
Whatever is doing anything beyond appearances
is happening in that which is the 'love always' now,
without movement, speed and observation
of any absurd self-person universe or a self-observing universe
as any thought or view in or of
any materialization that is merely a
pathetic memory program of
I am since thought is time!
Put simply, in the realized infinite creation of now,
the real, while, nothing beyond perception happens
and everything is ultimately nothing
to get happy, sick or stoned about, simply disappeared!
Its gone! Its done! Its passed! Its already the as it was!
Thank hell for heaven thanking hell!
How else can the eternal wheel of experience
be balanced or cancelled out, if not by being graciousness?
From this habit-destroying mountain-like knowing of Fire-sound,
the reactionless fountain-like, enlightened cosmic nature
of transcendent Heartness has its way
as true, spontaneously arising, and only, thus great, sharp art.
This is true love, deep Heart being beyond feeling,
pain, happiness and 'other' world altogether,
and always that who is perfect creative activity
and Heart-blazing radiance beyond all self-pleasing programs
of cheap thrills, chills, spills, pills and kills!
When sleeping is conscious awakening and awakening is conscious sleeping
the mind as self-limitation burns, explodes and disappears,
gravity as seriousness is released and levity as ecstatic creativity has its way
beyond all karmas, relations, tendencies, programs, dimensions, mechanisms,
tethers, pull and drag downs, self-consciousnesses and sufferings
accounting for and amounting to no manner of
any juicy but always miserable unenlightened human being.
True art is terrifyingly free and happy.
True art is being dangerously spiritual, explosively creative
and thus frighteningly liberated from all mechanical bullshit programs.
Short of free being being free being,
what spiritual being, being no being,
being divine, and definitely beyond being beyond being,
can, or has to, do anything but burn in and as peace?
Fearlessness is the empty-grace of art,
that Heart-space who is no artist!
Dig it!
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