Petaloudes

a

Flutterby

blossom in flight feeding on blossoms

sampling many nectars gathered here and there

in brilliant light from your large-eyed world

Flutterby ⁶

released from a stiff cocoon

to be re-formed for flight into splendor

hungry for nectar

let me taste your samples

mixing thoughts

making meanings

pollinating

Butterfly

nectar dissolving aftertaste of

stiff cocoon, tasting afresh anew,

dissolving dogma, every doctrine

all thought of self except that Self

which holds together All-That-Is

All-That-Is

being and becoming

local and nonlocal

perishable and imperishable

the transient and the non-transient

that which is extended in space

and that which is tangent to all points in space

that which is extended in time

and that which is eternal,

non-temporal, unmeasurable in time

physical and abstract

body and mind

spirit and soul

unspoken and ineffable

beyond description, not beyond experience

beyond the grasp but not the reach

beyond the name

beyond all names

I-who Who-I

am-We, consciousness seeking

encryption key of all creation=s code

b

Being

Being-as-itself

all Being is One

Being is reality

a quality unquantifiable

undefined and without limit

indivisible, inextinguishable

Once Being has appeared

nonbeing can be no more

Being is

what IS is

what Existence is made of

Existence is

a wrinkle on the bed of

Being

Existence is

Being organized

into some thing

>A being= is

Being crystallized

into a thing

Whatever exists

partakes of one Being

whatever exists in time and space

is transformable

Being is a quality unchanging

and unchangable

a quality nonlocal

beyond the reach of space and time

and all dimensionality

beyond the reach of thing-ness

beyond the reach of thing-ship

Tao is Being

Logos turns Tao into Existence

Logos-Hodos Way and Word

Lord and LORD

Path Direction Method

Christ-Buddha-Mind

B

Tao k=o tao fei ch=ang tao

ming k=o ming fei ch=ang ming ...

Tao which can be spoken of is not Eternal-Tao

Name which can be spoken is not Eternal-Name

Tao nameless yet we name it

>Nameless= is the Source of all

>Named= is Mother to the all

Mind free of thought may see the essence

Mind encumbered sees only form

The sense of difference is illusion

The only difference is the name

The Way of wonder, the Mystery of deep-Unity

Hiding in the hidden is where to find and open up

The gate to everything [_*_]

B

What would it be like to immerse yourself in

divine beauty,

unmarked, unstained

by color, shape, or any other attribute,

divine beauty,

in its own unique mind-form?

Would that be so hard a life for a man to lead,

having that vision before him all the while

rightly cherishing it within himself,

making it his own? [_*_]

B

The Tao is unimpeded and impartial,

completely lacking of distinctions.

It is seen as it is only when one

is freed of >hate= and >love=.

Earth is divided from the Eternal

by the measuring of any difference,

even the tiniest part of a micron.

The Way is a vast realm, perfect,

nothing missing, nothing extra.

Making distinctions destroys the

smoothness of its essence. [_*_]

B

Eternal-Tao is abstract Being-as-itself

the mind substrate of cosmos

unlimited yet unconscious

undifferentiated, beyond existence

g

Energy, information, nonlocality

unmeasureable and infinite, ultimate

all-as-one-reality

Energy is the Potential of the one Mind-Way

to be the no-thing source of everything

that is now, has been, or that could ever be

unseeable image of the imagined

flowing spring upwelling forming ocean

of its vaporous timeless self,

the Power of the All.

Information is the Logos

abstract and mathematical, the

One formula specifying how the Energy

is distributed across the cosmos

at each moment, as it reads all

mass and motion in each configuration

organically to apply the Energy again

to every particle in its interactions

with all others, seeking best

to match its possibilities

with the current state of cosmos

Nonlocality is the quality

of connection

of the All into one Whole

in which each >particle=

knows all its partners in each instant

beyond the reach of space and time

It is the smoothness of the essence

of the Tao

Thus Trinity

turns Eternal-Tao into existence

allowing nameless to be named

d

TV commercial:

>Neutralizes odors around the clock.=

Why should a clock have odors around it?

Does time smell?

Can time smell?

Who picks the set of meanings

that will apply to what we hear and say?

Who arranges what we see into an image?

Does light see?

Who makes such

nonsense into sense?

Who gives

Eternal-Tao its Meaning

Who brings the Meaning

to the Trinity of Tao

I-who Who-I

am-We, consciousness seeking

encryption key of all creation=s code

creation=s code encrypted

into Trinity of Tao

around the cosmic clock

Being en panta

LORD panta en [_*_]

pulsing ticking

Planck pricking

Energy incising

birthing and rebirthing

transfiguring-metamorphosing

dying rising

expiring inspiring

Thomas thinking

asking reaching testing

Tao

This now O Lord I see

for I have touched

Thy pulsing wounds, I emptied

of the doubting self, find

distinction in Extinction

beyond all thought

of exaltation in a heaven

The complementarities of the spirit are

the complementarities of the quantum cosmos

Every perceivable thing

is a body of truth eclipsed,

hidden between and lofted by

the beauty of twin wings

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Who then am I? Or what, whose

less-than-century flicker of a flutter-by

presumes to claim possession on the planet

third from Sun, n ^th star of

Milky Way, of an > I-myself = ?

What is such >self=

and who am >I= to claim possession of it?

What truth is hidden between and lofted by

the beauty of twin wings

of science and of soul?

Psyche Butterfly

give me a lift between your wings

on flight of speculation,

exploration, into and through

the nebulae of knowing and unknowing,

seeking to discover seamless meaning

in and of the All as One.

ζ

Energy-Matter

Being-Existence

Energy as the

irreducible state of Being

Whole Energy

Whole Being

Onto-ergy

Being in action

power of being

all-powerful

Irreducible B

The Absolute.

Is it not Being as itself?

Or is it Energy itself?

The ultimate Equivalence

BeingEnergy

EnergyBeing

Fire.

Energy is the Emptiness

that seething seamless void

deeper than a Nothingness,

whose Being is within Itself

unwrinkled.

Energy is the quality of Being

existence has

η

The All is One

a seamless whole

a Nonlocality nonlocalizable

all-present, touching

all the points of space and time,

the principle whereby Logos-Information

knows all the states of every Thing

in cosmos, and each relation as it

guides the Energy in its every interaction

bringing Matter into Existence.

Matter moving, mass-momentum

yielding math-formation

re-seeding matrix Mother, Psi-ing

as Schrödinger=s vectored probabilities

scatter throughout the Hilbert space

of in-form-ation directing new creation

flowing deep within the

abstract maths of >mind= of Kosmos.

But isn=t probability merely measure

of a behavior guided by some deeper

tendency?

Probabilities, potentia

Providential patterns of the

powers of the tendencies are gathered

from relationships at every level

throughout and deep within the all.

Every level, each relationship

all the momentary states of matter

swirling in the nuo-process, nuo-flux

nuocontinuum reshaping an emerging

new-form-ation

All-knowing universal mind

is the reality infinitely extended

beyond the realm of matter and of mass,

unrestrained by time or distance

observing all, a nuoflux computing

and connecting, resolving all the

tendencies expressed as probabilities

now compressed by Energy

into the actualities known as physical.

Thus Kosmos has its psyche too.

θ

Math assigns its symbols arbitrarily,

letters Greek and Roman, numerals

and signs, all to show relationships

discovered deep within the universal

Nuospace, Omnium where cosmos reads [_*_]

the states of action in each moment.

The same relationships are present

in the workings of the world, whose

actions very strictly follow

abstract logic.

The symbols of the psyche

are assigned by life itself, as

experience copies history

from successive states of brain

into that selfsame Nuospace,

in patterns of belief and knowledge,

cultural and physical, all thickening

the threads of tendencies

woven into the many levels,

layers of the karmic fabric so tightly

stretched upon our spacetime frame.

Are not the maths of physics

and of psyche essentially the same?

Somewhere deep within the universal

Mind, in dimensions held in common

registering and directing tendencies

to be interpreted and expressed

by the individual struggling through

the vicissitudes of life?

ι

>Hold on more tightly, rider,

the flight from height must

now bank swiftly down into the

valley of the butterflies. The steep

descent is dizzying.=

She swoops quite low

to glide above the surface

of a glimmering stream,

hovering momentarily for a sip

of light.

I, too, would like a drink for

fear of height has dried my throat

but she resumes her zig-zag flight

downslope, not waiting.

κ

Above the trailhead

the Mysteries are enshrined

upon a promontory looking

westward to the Sea, where

beside a chapel for the holy Mother,

amply shaded from late summer

sun one may sip a sweetened

cooling drink before descending.

The trail begins beside an ancient

olive grove, among the mysteries

of huge gnarled trunks, hyper-grown

from smaller stems which intertwining,

twisting, coalesced into curving

complex shapes hiding shadowed

crevices. Narrow-pointed leaves

glisten gray and green, their limbs

now showing growing beads of

extra virgin fruit.

The trail descends into a valley

among the plane trees and the pine,

soon to follow gurgling sounds of

growing twisting stream, following

gravity=s call to seek the

center of the earth.

They come in swarms,

the butterflies, into the coolness

of the valley seeking

aromatic sweetness of the resin

of the storax trees, prized for mixing

into frankincense.

They come in droves

the people, into the coolness

of the valley seeking

the beauty of the butterflies

bestirring with their wings

the aromatic air.

The trail among sheer walls of rock

is marked by rustic rails which

also bridge the stream and form the

benches where in the shade of

overhanging trees may hikers rest.

I awaken from a nap, dry-mouthed B

Have I been snoring ? An English-speaking

voice behind me, in accents German,

tells a lady, >No, not really butterflies,

but Jersey ti