The Only Principle is this:
that doesn’t unfold within
a field of awareness,
and every awareness
is held by a greater one
because no awareness
is great enough to hold itself.
This is precisely true,
even though awareness is
always, only and ever… One.
(That last bit’s the Other Principle.)
Using language as we are here
is like trying to make a hole
in the Emptiness by
using teaspoons to
scoop out little dollops of it
and peek through to the other side.
For argument’s sake,
let’s just say you could.
Where would you put them?
Perhaps you could eat them
one little bite at a time
and make them disappear that way.
What’s strange is that
you could do so
all day long and never be full,
even though Emptiness
is filling us to overflowing
in every moment.
The most anthropomorphic statement
I ever heard was that the universe
could never be run on a platform of awareness,
because the universe is too reliable and precise for that.
Milk-a-say-whut!? Look here—
just because your mind resorts to thought
every time the wind blows, doesn’t mean
the only Awareness there Is has the same proclivity.
Those same prognosticationists who said
it wasn’t awareness at all
claimed it was self-deploying inevitabilities called laws
that arise from manifold configurations
ingots of jam-packed energy
that detonate spontaneously
without any awareness
in or behind or through them whatsoever
and then much, much, much, later,
when things have cooled off,
build up to it (awareness).
Now that’s a tricky thing, my friend–
building all the way up like that
to nothing at all…
I’m not saying nothing detonated.
I’m saying that Nothing itself probably did detonate…
in, as and through a field of awareness.
I can have a pet theory or two of my own, can’t I?
I think of space as a maverick propensity.
Since only an unaware being
could imagine awareness was as flighty
as a room full of monkeys and typewriters
to begin with, and then conclude the laws themselves
were the product of the luckiest collection
of monkeys and typewriters ever assembled
whose mandates followed them around everywhere they went
informing the color and half-life of every particle in the area
like a teleporting jabberwocky entourage of precision,
and since there are no unaware beings,
I went out for a sandwich.
Aside from violating the Only Principle there is,
as well as the Other Principle,
you could see how some folks
could try and make these ideas stick.
They’re quite amazing.
When they ask you that question
about trees falling
and making a sound or not—
don’t answer it.
Don’t even move.
Just close your eyes
and be like that still point
inside a rocket engine
that never so much as flinches
during take-off, the one
from which all thrust is derived.
And for godsakes, don’t think!
Maybe it’ll happen to you
like it did to Hafiz, when he said,
I’ll show you a law,
and then disappeared…
simultaneously appearing Everywhere,
and still home for supper.
I call that a Jabberwocky Detonation.
Helps to know who you are,
you wanna’ try that stunt…
Also to decide going into it
what colors you’re universe will have.