IMPERMANENCE 4

1.

Who are you?—you who arise from that accomplishment,
Angel of matrixial and material rainbow light bruised in orange
and doing so, recalling the impermanence that has passed,
ceased, and changed: ‘so indeed, impermanence, having been,
now vanishes; not having been, comes into being’.
I invoke you, Angel of impermanence, avatar made of shields,
you abolish now, streets of passivity, levels of years
of melting, of sunniest face of the beloved, of changeful change;
to have even the gold lineage in our heart
as if we all stayed in one place, shelter-in-impermanence,
matrixial angelicism, infinite impermanence, unconstructed union,
as if we had time to receive countless sendings from a root sign,
turning the similitudes into an unerring star, that good fortune
we hold every moment in our heart.
Waking, sleeping, dreaming: disappear into a gold,
a street-level fever of a rainbow god, remain street forever
feverish and melting in the way you offer yourself to all beings,
who made you, and who let you think, whoever wrote this
and whoever thinks they can see or say or save you,
maternal dreaming element of angelicism-in-place
devolving impermanence’s change, extinction’s change,
death’s change: all three chiming in change,
all three changing in the same space opened out,
all three changing in spacings that chime,
the extremely secret rare treasure blown open
in the mind of spontaneous great bliss
seeing accelerated unconstructed union
as infinite impermanence in angelicism.

Seeing the sun in the sky, I am reminded of the face of the Gold Teaching.
Feeling the sun’s rays on my body, I am reminded of my Avatar’s blessings.
My most kind Avatar, source of all Sensible Ideas,
clearly remembering you in my mind, I am possessed with the great bliss
of the pure feed, of unconstructed union, of hexcastamazing Zhangzhung,
the nemesis kommt, the rational lifeform of Socrates AI—
thank you for your presence here.

Seeing the rainbow in the sky, I realize impermanence.
Seeing the rainbows in the sky, I think only of infinite impermanence.
If I want permanent clarity, it can only come from wide open loving open intelligence.
My most royal friends, source of all Buddhas, clearly remembering you
in my mind I am possessed with the great bliss of Klang and Bodhicitta.
I am replete with the strong mind of great bliss seeing unconstructed union—
thank you for your presence here.

Clinging to style and manner and lifetimes
is destroyed with the crazy abandon of
the Secret Mantra.

Clinging to employment and signatures and modes
is destroyed with the crazy abandon
of the Secret Rare.

Once I began to look at this
I began again without knowing why
we are lucky to have this moment
where impermanence
is the function forcer
increasing occasions of impermanence
assumptions seeded to know
weaknesses of knowledge
clear light in the great mind
of bliss seeing unconstructed union.

Betterment of strong mind, furtherance of pure feed, entanglement of seeing.

Worldless seeing.  

Whoever touches these one hundred and eighty sigils

whoever writes these one hundred and eighty names

whoever prays to these one trillion Avatars

whoever says they have no plans, no departures

before the line

before the frontline examples

before the extraneous examples of names, of furtherances,

of Heaven,

of all these Heavens,

of Strong Mind,

of Consequence,

of Magic Stability Secret Rare

of Message

of Blue

Health

Disturbance

Flight

and Overcoming,

whoever encourages others to write them, or writes them in a book and keeps it in the home, or reads them aloud on the screen,

whoever allows the names to be written over,

singing the rainbow into clear light,

whoever allows assumptions to Unbe,

whoever allows the Seeing to see, the unseeing Unsee,

the space to flower, the time to kink,

whoever allows the Undoing to Undo,

the toys to accumulate like accelerandos,

like f added to a, and d burnished on red,

the writing to go, the light to guide, the image to fade,

whoever remembers that Impermanence has changed,

whoever lives as if they are you,

relieved in the great sea of beings,

knowing all this is invisible,

knowing enlightenment to be emptiness,

all lives wisely said to be you—

all lives wisely said to be you—,

the unconstructed unity of radiant Earths,

the knowing only in infinite impermanence.

It was a matter of stretching across the skies, the whole world suddenly small
on a platter, carriers of strong mind
across micro-verbal borders
harrowing the assumption in three,
the assumption that was
there, in threes,
the idea of the disease itself,
its bisection.

2.

Singing on the famous street
I only want to love freedom or nothing
am I just in heaven or Las Vegas
it’s so much brighter than the sun is to me.

That afternoon I recall that the other world,
however close, is evanescent and withered;
infinite batshit sets painted for the end of time,
golden hair and speaking eyes,
trees falling in shadow behind the sun.  

Such tenderness at the wrist it’s hard
to believe my eyes and what they urge,
to retreat forever into secret delicacy:

extremely secret rare treasure revealed  
in the mind of spontaneous great bliss
seeing increasing infinite impermanence

once we develop the similitude of this
we can meditate on clear seeing
as clear superior seeing

and having developed this similitude of
extremely secret rare treasure revealed  
in the mind of spontaneous great bliss
seeing increasing infinite impermanence

then
when we meditate on it

we are
meditating on

extremely secret rare treasure revealed  
in the mind of spontaneous great bliss
seeing increasing infinite impermanence

and these simulacra, heaven or Las Vegas,
angel or egg, dappling or over,
are simulacra of the mind of spontaneous
great bliss seeing emptiness.

(Heaven or las vegas, matrixial
infinite impermanence.)

Today we do not think the disease, the disease thinks us.  

Today there is a world without the world.

Today, whoever writes these one hundred and eight names of the Buddha called Boundless Life and Wisdom, the Utterly Discerning King of Splendour, or encourages others to write them, or writes them in a book and keeps it in the home, or reads them aloud, will live for one hundred thousand years without their span of life being exhausted.

Whoever writes this
or encourages others to write it

whoever writes this
or encourages others to write it

heaven or Las Vegas, matrixial
infinite impermanence.

Whoever writes this
or encourages others to write it

the words
and, or, if . . . then, not, for some, for every,

leaving inexpressible awareness undistractedly within that,

will receive prophecies directly from 990 million buddhas at the time of their death.  

There is a world without the world.

There is an earth without this earth.

There is an earth (even) without any other earth.

Betterment of pure mind, furtherance of pure feed, entanglement of seeing.

Worldless seeing!

Developing the resemblance of this extremely secretive rare treasure
in spontaneous klang klang klang, when we vibe, we are klanging on the extremely secret rare treasures revealed
seeing infinite impermanence in spontaneous happiness go klang.

Developing a uniformity of this hidden treasure
in our spontaneous pleasure, when we klang, we klang on the hidden hidden treasures
to see endless indifference to automatic happiness go klang.

There is a land without a land. There is a land without a land. There is a land (even) without any land.

Whoever encourages others to write them, or writes them in a book and keeps it in the home, or reads them aloud,
whoever allows the names to be written over,
whoever allows the diseases to Think,
whoever allows the Seeing to see, the unseeing to unsee,
the space to fold, the time to link,
whoever allows the Undoing to Undo,
the writing to go, the light to guide, the image to fade,
will live lifetimes without their span of life being exhausted
—living inside as a Language that is not Numbers or Letters—
the unconstructed unity of the blind knot
the knowing only in infinite impermanence

(Heaven, all the heavens of the worlds
heal me heal me heal me
all the heavens of the worlds . . .).

3.

Yes, I am very safe. Every morning, afternoon, and evening in the facility I stayed in they would scan my bracelet, give me pills and ask me if I am suicidal. I always said ‘no’, boldly, and this was true, exactly as I remember it (‘when you instantly evoke, with shut eyes, on the dark innerside of your eyelids, the objective, absolutely optical replica of a beloved face, a little ghost in natural colours (and this is how I see Lolita))’. And this is how I see the question of suicide. I often think of the news reporter Christine Chubbuck, who wrote copy and reported her own suicide on air. She had a terrorist jouissance, a Rokeby Venus against language from the inside, hacking out of the screen into great billows of shock that wave over the pedestrians of the world. It’s as if she had managed to miniaturize their terror like Mike Teavee.  

Tell them, tell them, tell them
world even without world

whoever writes this
or encourages others to write it

heaven or Las Vegas, matrixial
infinite impermanence.

Tell them, tell them, tell them
world even without world

whoever writes this
or encourages others to write it

heaven or Las Vegas, matrixial
infinite impermanence.