Po:etry

Kleenex for Your Mind

Pavel G. Somov, Ph.D. — Mon, 21 Jun 2010 15:43:40 +0000

caution: pattern interruption po:etry

1.
Smoke of menthol distills and separates
the infinitesimal “me” from the omnipresent “all.”
And you (ontologically, nothing but a stubborn constellation of neural associations) come aboard
my ever-departing-always-arriving train of thought.
Welcome, ghost writer of the mind-storm…
2.
Why didn’t I use this ingenious Anglo invention, the definite article “the” in the phrase “smoke of menthol” above?
I wanted this writing to apply to any billowing smoke of mind, to any ghost of presence.
Nor did I want to delineate the unlimited or define the infinite.
Just a gust of mind-wind jumping turnstile dunes…
3.
Love is nothing but a recognition of everything in one and the same breath.
I think that’s what Tolstoy meant in Volga-breadths of "War & Peace."
I was simply able to let go of the tit of meaning a milk-drop sooner.
Right, Mother Nature?
- Word.
4.
"Word," she says, wiping the word-drip from the corners of my mouth.
"In the beginning there was the word," she says, annunciating her certainty into the vacuum of mind.
That definite article again…
5.
Resist articulation, Artist of Consciousness!
Save definitions for the science seance.
Here, have some Kleenex for your mind.
I left some room below for you to blow your mind's omni-scent nose:

What Follows is What Precedes

Pavel G. Somov, Ph.D. — Fri, 02 Apr 2010 12:58:19 +0000

-1. (i.e. Pre-Face)

I’ve seen people rush to read what you are about to read, they were too late…
I was too.
The way of phase-delay.

0. (i.e. Face Itself)

Good mood, bad mood, no mood,
Gate of Time welcomes any mind-monk that walks through.
Monk 1 comes to lift one's self: One needs no lifting.
Monk 2 comes through wanting to put one down: One is already Dao-low.
Monk 3, drilled in nonduality, lingers in the doorway, but only One infinite Once.

1. - 4. (Mask)

Blank page – the spoils of word-war.
I write my own history, I call it Self…
But was I "me" even for a single fact?
Was this once-in-a-lifetime process even a nano-second-long to have fictional borders?
Of course not: was, am and will be boundless.
2.
German mistress whispers Russian meaning into my American ear.
Language kisses itself to go to sleep.
Endless unhyphenated and-fulness ensues.
3.
You wouldn’t believe how many thoughts I've started
and walked out on with complete disinterest.
I am about to drop another thought, but not until I sum up:
Mind always betrays itself.
The way of Form…
4.
Deaf, I/You know silence.
Silent, I/You speak truth.
Lotus ugly, I/You blossom.
So, here it is: the naked pattern interruption I just promised.
Go:

+1. (i.e. Post-Face, i.e. Pre-Face)

I’ve seen people rush to re-read what you've just read, they were too early...
I was too.
The way of phase-delay.

pavel, still staring you into your Original Face

Ouch: Lotus Blossomed!

Pavel G. Somov, Ph.D. — Sun, 21 Mar 2010 06:28:52 +0000

If you smile long enough,
even the Torturer gives up...
Oldest trick in the book: pain is pleasure.
Trick is: un-trick the difference.
End of po:em* is always the beginning of space:

pavel, counting Sunyata petals, 2 (for difference), 1 (for sameness), 0 (for no difference between 2 and 1)

The Hunt for Red-Blue October

Pavel G. Somov, Ph.D. — Fri, 19 Feb 2010 08:40:38 +0000

At a
sub-atomical level
of, course, I am matter.
But at a
sub-atomical level
of, course, I am consciousness.
Is the sub of your meaning diving or resurfacing right now?

Consciousness U-Rail

Pavel G. Somov, Ph.D. — Tue, 16 Feb 2010 03:27:00 +0000

1.
Intimacy of reality increases 3-D and all-channel
as you get closer to your own origin.
2.
A train of thought runs on tracks, right?
Right.
3.
Question is: who laid these tracks?
To answer this question, un-ask!
4.
Go in reverse: ride the u-rail of metacognition
from thought back to thinker!
5.
Next stop: you.
Self isn't destiny but destination, mind-tourist!

pavel, a stowaway-mind

12 Track Namaste CD That Skips No One

Pavel G. Somov, Ph.D. — Sat, 30 Jan 2010 22:24:03 +0000

1.
A robot-in-me acknowledges the robot-in-you.
Made of same proto-parts, we – together – make up
one and the same Machinery of Consciousness.
2.
Self is a thought-hive.
It waits not to be understood.
It just flies.
3.
An event outside the event-horizon,
You exist beyond words, beyond form, beyond description.
A meta-cognitive solo caught in an non-discursive dragnet.
4.
You are what you pay attention to.
Do you understand that right very now you are sitting down with me in my verbal zazen,
Whether you are reading this or writing this.
5.
What’s one is one
Whichever side of this consciousness-mirror
you are experiencing our Self from.
6.
You and I, we ride no elephants.
You and I, we ride no egos.
You and I, we are Brahman.
7.
I dedicate this poem to whoever is reading it or writing it,
I don’t care…
Same I.
8.
Oneness oil-spills 360 degrees wide.
Even oil and water mix if you remove the conditions.
Love is chemistry, you know…
9.
I am inventing advertising with you in my mind.
Imagine that you have just read something that made you realize
That it might be useful to somebody but in the kind of way that you yourself cannot sell.
10.
What would you do in that situation?
You’d probably share, right?
Right.
11.
Reality isn’t a gimmick.
It’s unexplainably free, un-patented and un-patterned.
Share it, with your Self!
12.
End of infomercial.
This information is free to distribute.
Consciousness-in-me finally acknowledges consciousness-in-you!

pavel, too late to be early

Metaphysical Orgy # 69

Pavel G. Somov, Ph.D. — Fri, 08 Jan 2010 23:41:50 +0000

1.
You and I, we’ve been right and wrong so many infinite times that we finally gave
each other the benefit of no-difference.
We called it “love” but we could’ve called it “oneness.”
It’s the same thing-less thing-less-ness anyway!
Certainly not an "it."
2.
Love the other like yourself
because you are.
3.
Mind is a scam.
It tells you that you are but you aren’t.
Love the shared absence of our non-our con-sciousness.
We are all equally undifferentiated.

pavel, un-paveling

Tea Ceremony with an Un-Invited Meaning-Pusher

Pavel G. Somov, Ph.D. — Sat, 02 Jan 2010 17:31:53 +0000

1.
Trillions of your neural cells clap hands in inter-hemispheric coordination.
Emerge, Corpus Callosum!
2.
A dead-again solipsist, I re-incarnate from one orphan body to another.
In and out, just like that…
3.
At my own funeral I stand burying my own mind with my own body.
But who mourns for thee, Consciousness?
No one,
not even your own Self.
4.
If still unsure how to distinguish between what is and what isn’t,
Go rob a stone.
5.
Abhorring chaos, I order all that isn’t into patterns.
Apophenia!
6.
Seeing meaning where none exists,
I take offense to it
And I, then, defend against it!
7.
Makes sense… all by itself.
- What does?
Meaning does you.
8.
Meaning is a shovel.
For excavating what is from the abyss of what isn’t.
Worship the abyss, not the shovel you fill it up with.
9.
Overriding the self-preservation dictum of biology,
You reread Camus’ Sisyphus:
Meaning is a boulder.
You - the pusher.
10.
Untying hopelessly knotted I-pod earphone cords,
You take off the sound and suddenly notice how flat vision is.
Oops!
11.
Vision is always two-dimensional,
It just seems 3D because of sound.
Don’t believe the dimensionality of everything you're reading:
It’s all meaningless surface!
12.
Sound logic sounds good
but it’s still noise.
Can you hear it?
13.
Tea ceremony’s got nothing to do with tea and everything with ceremony.
Tea is just a pre-text to empty the mind’s cup.
What's the post-text?
14.
Apologize to the very stereotype you have turned yourself into:
You are not the you that you think you are.
That you is already so passé.
15.
All this strikes you as meaningless drivel?
It is.
Already got a day's worth of meaning?
Bummer: I got nothing to push...
Let’s have tea then!
Sip, sip.

pavel, again spilled a cup of self

All-Wheel-Drive Nirvana

Pavel G. Somov, Ph.D. — Tue, 29 Dec 2009 14:36:43 +0000

1.
I interviewed
each and every snow flake
about what it’s like
to melt.
“It’s, like, first, you are and, then, it's, like, you aren’t."
So,
now I know what it's like:
it's un-like-like.
2.
No physics of phase transition can explain
how steam turns to ice
or death to life.
There is no
intermediate state between something and nothing
Whichever way you point your arrow of consciousness.
3.
So,
here I sit by a fire pit, my consciousness aflame.
But on dendritic logs of what neural tree?
All cinders.
4.
A lonely husky still nips at the heels of a snowed-under Aleut.
How does it know that the consciousness still dwells within?
I don't know,
do you?
5.
So,
here I go, once again throwing a monkey wrench
into the wheel of your Samsara.
Catch it if you can!
6.
This all-wheel-drive Nirvana is all-terrain.
Custom-made for the Terra Incognita of your consciousness.
Give it a spin.
7.
Share your reality.
Not with me!
But with your own self.
8.
So?

pavel, still pulling his own sled

Neti, Neti

Pavel G. Somov, Ph.D. — Sat, 19 Dec 2009 21:05:17 +0000

1.
I studied pink.
I don’t get it.
Blue I get.
So what?
2.
Colorless my perception lens is.
No matter what reality you filter through it.
3.
Not this,
Not that.