eron boyd

"LOOK BUSY GOD IS COMING"

2011-12-16T10:25:00.001-05:00

There was a poster of the above saying in the bathroom of a store, on first encounter i found it funny - now it haunts me.

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Art by Maya Rain

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Art by Maya Rain

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Art by Maya Rain

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Art by Maya Rain

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Art by Maya Rain

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maybe logic - hey do not look here -floating

2010-07-16T15:53:00.000-04:00

no, i accuse i

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i accuse i

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a spring walk

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shrouded

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boating

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name in vain

2010-05-14T12:10:00.001-04:00

perhaps you are the one who was not me (question mark)

i heard my name in relationship with words that implied i had provided a commentary to a commentary from some one who was not me (period)

(quote) eron said a word following a word following a word is another word (unquote)

i said that (question mark)

when did i say that (question mark)

in which context did I say that (question mark)

hmmm I do not know about that eron (dot dot dot)

this moment seeing no comment

2010-05-05T12:54:00.001-04:00

" the moment one gives attention to anything, even a blade of grass, it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably, magnificent world in itself."

- henry miller

once upon a time

2010-04-29T08:33:00.005-04:00

once upon a time there was teaching

practice, and proof- today

much of not so much!

more and more teaching

more and more preaching

and a severe lack of proving!

For god's sake

let me see

the god fixation

that keeps me

from receiving

the radiance

that

an offering

2010-04-29T08:29:00.001-04:00

"let this heart be an orb

in THY immensity"

PO ssiblity PO tential hy PO thesis sup PO se

2010-04-29T08:27:00.004-04:00

we are where?

where are we?

are we where?

it is not personal, just is

2010-04-29T08:25:00.005-04:00

an inquiry- arousing of feeling/thinking

after a black hole devours a universe

the birth of a new galaxy

transit

2010-04-20T13:20:00.005-04:00

to conclude, settle

or not interfere ?

the urge

to reset

not yet

folding space

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driving

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don hombre

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stellar inquiry

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queen of bees

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framed

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mercury retrograde

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mercury retrograde

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mercury retrograde

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on one find day

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2010-04-15T18:21:00.001-04:00

" for our sins God has sent two kinds

of physicians - one to help us die and

the other to prevent us living"

-Gurdjieff

2010-04-15T18:18:00.001-04:00

you tell me to listen

you say i am restless

then kiss me

that will shut me up

or at least shut me down

tick tock what is beneath the rock?

2010-04-15T18:12:00.001-04:00

how to fight the future?
enter the present
conceptual mime fades

the end of time...

passing pasages

2010-02-12T12:55:00.000-05:00

He does not want to use I because he requires some distance from himself- he is he and not me. I want more or less he proposes without using his I, but these words propel him towards nowhere. He waits and waits, yet as long as he is waiting he is left waiting, but then again did he not want distance from him? He does a few laps of panting perhaps, catching his breath he switches to wallowing what ifs. The perhaps and the what ifs can not put him back together again nor fill the gaps seen from the enquiry. He attempts to experiment with unfamiliar sounds which catalyzes parts of the form to pulse yet knows not their names. He truly desires to names those audible anomalies, to label the percussion phenomena in hope of anchoring into some concrete definition.

All this and that, and that and this- as he perches in a sky without end!

Stop beating box and bowl and bow before beauty.

city view ----------- puzzled by it

2010-01-28T13:00:00.001-05:00

Lost your marbles

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another one day

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one day

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you know what-

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a house on the roof of the world

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work on self

2009-12-24T10:56:00.000-05:00

you desire so much more,
but are stuck with me!

obseve me
and something other?

maybe.

that institution neti neti

2009-11-25T12:30:00.001-05:00

2009-10-15T13:13:00.004-04:00

samsara shit

no here

no haiku

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swaying rocking chair

STOPS -

the rider must think

again

2009-10-15T13:12:00.004-04:00

I suppose I could suppose, but where would we be?

directions?

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Pass the moving tree,

swerve at the curve

and catch the floating stairs!

Discerning

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attending

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you got mail

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sensed portrait

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sentinel

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scroll future ancient

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tempo temple

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Writing in bed, dozing off-wake me when done.

2009-10-09T18:31:00.002-04:00

Gazing at the emerald wall, the painting looks away.

Denying the known and defying the unknown

2009-08-25T17:07:00.005-04:00

That you are alone is a certain kind of madness that is easily remedied by seeing you are not. These words are time locks, anchoring us in abstractions where you and I can neither live nor love. We have become as Krishnamurti said ‘second-hand people’ feeding on the rotting carcases of inherited concepts.

accorder

2009-08-25T16:04:00.002-04:00

We agreed that your people should talk with my people, but they agreed that we and they do not even exist!

enough is sometimes enough

2009-08-25T16:03:00.001-04:00

Some times it feels like I have to invoke a lot of no(s) to my no(s) before I can say hello.

peeling the paint and there you ain't

2009-08-19T18:02:00.005-04:00

If my inquiry races outside of my assumed self, all that I see is really not being seen! I can only connive and conceive but alas never perceive! This is the crux of situation, I believe absolutely that I am of the Absolute, but the Absolute is I AM- not me. This believing is mucking up the possibility of receiving! These outward inquiries are the foul winds of an inquisition officer drunk on the deeds of relishing out justice. Somebody has to pay for these sins! Somebody must pay for these terrible crimes! Oh heart wherefore art thee?

me and me more or less

2009-08-19T14:20:00.009-04:00

It is hard to give it up, when it seems so right! My private euphoric property, I have been holding the deed for a very long time. Under ‘overwhelming’ stress, there was always my little piece of heaven- which made my 'me' manageable and bearable. Reading the deed I see the seeds of my illusion, which has sustained me on this tour.

There was the belief presence was paradise, and when (I)paradise did not pan out, I bailed from the engagement. I, then became a world maker, where land and laws were superimposed upon the real, I became what I am. The world I manufactured was compact and it was mine, but was lacking in luminosity! I went to the remotest part of my world and drilled a small hole to let some of the luminosity leak in. It is this little hole that makes me survive in spite of the great divorce from what is what is.

Now the world that defined me is being seen more as a prison rather than a home, and my attempts to quell the rebellion is a lost cause. The world I manufactured is being seen in the lack of light that was and is! I the many are wavering as this world is pulsing and the fabrics of matter is tearing at the seams.

Please have mercy, look at all these conflicting I(s) claiming to be C.E.O. me!

UNO VIGNETTE

2009-08-13T11:41:00.002-04:00

There is no mail to respond in the Inbox, not a soul to be found live on any of the messenger services, so he is left to hear his internal blah blahs! The incessant self bantering is making his head pound in ways that he does not appreciate and wants no more of it. He lurches out of his private chamber, feeling down he looks down as he descends the stairs. He sees things that must de done, all that dust, tssk tssk accompanies him all the way down. He enters the kitchen looking for Voices, he desperately desires to hear Others - other than his own! He needs a break from the dissonant broadcast from the cracks in the form, the black dogs of agitation are biting his heels and he is too tired to run. He finds a Receptacle at the kitchen table drinking coffee and content with that act, but he needs more and offers a Hello. He believes he is looking for camaraderie, but really wants to no longer heed his fragmented narrative which makes not an iota of sense. The Receptacle returns the hello, and then drags back the coffee and offers a goodbye while leaving the kitchen. He is left with his own AGAIN and his distress jumps into the lead! He has one hope left to quell those foul winds, he follows the departing and shouts with a tone of disgust that the stairs need to be vacuumed!

Hoooray Rumi!

2009-08-11T17:39:00.002-04:00

When the subscription is reviewed and actually regarded, the product is not what it was believed.
All those non bold letters and minuscule disclaimers that your eyes glazed over at the signing were the contract!
Those bold letters that you lustily lapped up were the seduction-a glamorous portrayal of the wasteland as Pastoral Pleasant.
You eagerly signed up and now you are semantically mangled and deeply entangled.
Now you have to connect with the contract and remove the continental divide.
See the greed, the lust, the wrath, the smugness, the vanity and the disgust and witness the erasing of the contract by contact with the higher law.
First negation, then affirmation!
There is no reality, but the Real!

FOR YOUR EDDIES

2009-08-04T12:39:00.006-04:00

A front follows a front follows a front, as the vain beats the vain beats the vain!
Habiting on the frontier of a front- is an affront to the Beloved, if the Beloved could be affronted.
Here with Her – Quantum!
Maybe the memes demand one,
but not your one!

The more you let go of more the more of Space you can hold.
Holding space, you travel far, 'cause you are holding nothing and nothing is holding.

Psyche the virus of loneliness, and Cosmos is the Alone.
The Cosmos the endless sea of signs, when we fabricate our significance we are thrust out of SPACE and try to cope with the loss through Psyche-ologism.

AN EXCHANGE ELSEWHERE #1

2009-08-01T16:49:00.002-04:00

The Work uses Intentional Commotion to occupy the Chief Feature, so the essence can communicate with Presence which constantly emits. Unfortunately many seekers locked in their lust for spiritual significance know not the science of subtlety. When contemplating the commanding self is shaken by the inquiry into its’ artificial existence and sends out its’ mightiest warrior to dissuade the exploration. If we do not panic the battle commences, the outcome- irrelevant! The Chief is fighting against itself for its’ own existence while on another front an –as above so below relationship unfolds. The essence passive yet multidimensional is left alone to be with the Alone, so while on the waste a war is being waged, elsewhere the garden is being cultivated.

If we do panic alchemy becomes spiritual speculation! When the confrontation commences the seeker becomes irate believing this should not be happening. They believe contemplation is the cure to chaos this assumption is called the end of friction fiction. The seeker reacts and becomes frustrated and attempts to either fabricate a reason why, or desperately attempt to deny the dissonance.

The Fabricator is a great rationaliser if things do not sum up the way he expected, he randomly fishes in his archives for an explanation. The reason thrust out for a time makes perfect sense, but eventually the shelf life passes and another explanation is fished out-which of course makes perfect sense! It goes on and on! All the fishing attempts are always successful for a time and then eventually unsuccessful! You may think after a time the rationaliser would note the futility of the attempts, but alas not!

The Denier is a formidable Spiritual Capitalist; he attempts to become competent by learning the concepts of spiritual states, and feign certainty in the gaze of uncertainty. They are holy contra-rollers, masters of numinous maps but have rarely travelled in the real. Some of them have such strong desires for transcendence which manifest them into a guise of a spiritual somebody, which lead the Deniers of weaker desire to oblivion.

Intentional commotion is the back door art of portal opening. When the reactions to the commotion splash out - do not panic! Viva the Great Failure, your essence shall carry you through!

The Curse of the Saved

2009-07-29T08:59:00.008-04:00

We came together to share the wonderful news, believing by talking of the Wonders we are saved. We sing and worship together and feeling our longing raises us up! We are the Blessed! We are the Saved!
Oh such vanity, seeing not that we share a conspiracy of denying the absolute. We enthusiastically talk of the Beauty while refusing to surrender to the Real. Our god is a straw boss, where nothing is real and the language of feeling has yet to be received. Feeding some more fodder into the pyres of longing, and we are still no closer to the Absolute. There may be many products and services in the market, but they are devoid of Being.
We dream together of all the goodness we can do with our knowledge. We hold plenary sessions for planetary healing, as our wounds are suppressed deeply in our desires to do grand deeds.
Holding myths, applying mythical solutions to misinterpreted problems- busy, busy we may be, but we know not how to be. The only thing being preserved is our shared mythology of non-seeing. We navigate our longings into a Revivalist Tent floating on a miserly portion of a sea without end and stake our ground

ENTERING ANOTHER BOOK ANOTHER WAY OF HOW NOT TO LOOK

2009-07-25T14:47:00.001-04:00

She is not alone with the alone, merely alone, wearily alone and her orbs secrete the lotion of separation. He not alone with the alone and damned committed to not feeling alone sees her tears for connection and springs into re-action. Self promoting to the self wretched speaks of the wonder and splendour that is him! Listening partially to his tales she is removed from her loneliness and feels more of her self and wants more of his world to calm the dissonance that is her own.

After completing the retelling of his herculean adventures, he talks of now and later and offers space for her to enter into this epic. Not comfortable in her own tragedy, she jumps genre and enter his book.

She has served herself as a prize to the knight, and now her nights are not as dark before. Together their world is more stable and sensible, and this shall sustain until this ink dries up or the leaves of this tome are completely filled.

Sea of Hazard

2009-07-07T17:05:00.002-04:00

A whisper from the chest, then a gulp, a shock, and sensations swoosh towards the broken crown.

It is hazardous sailing in the backwash where I a legion.

Smashing associations, crashing appropriations, and the wagging tongues of floaters who are wailing to let them come a board.

Once touched and cherished, the whisper from the chest that flowed clearly in the current, has become something other.

Sailing through this gray matter I headily attempt to play in control, so not to be seen as just another drunken sailor.

The wave I was riding curved but I could not – ship wrecked again!

sine, wave, i, dot

2009-07-03T14:39:00.002-04:00

Anti-matter refugee!
Weekend mystic!
Stop slumming in alpha lala land –
your house is a burning!

Bravo, you ceased pitching rocks and dung – but now you are full
of shit and stoned!

Climb back down those flimsy stairs with eyes wide open and rendezvous with those rejected beta boulevards and note why alpha seems awry.
Trek down those very familiar yet not noted avenues and scoop up your tagged
refuse and feed the garden.

Climb back up those shining stairs into the luminous alpha and see that it was barely explored and though delightful just another limitation. You gratefully listen to the choir, but have not been able to share the chorus.

Oh those smashing waves and sine upon waves and sine, so much more to surrender

i wanna a spiritual franchise!!!!

2009-07-02T18:28:00.003-04:00

i want some spoon fed spirituality!
how much would it cost to be somebody special under your marquee?
how many scripts do i need to learn by rote before i can get my own franchise?
do i get a peice of the merchandising?

why are you selling alpha shanty spaces when it is the blocks in the beta that supports the separation from the Beloved? You may be, but I ain't!

that forgotten, becomes again

2009-06-30T17:38:00.001-04:00

Yes my love I see what you see and it is extraordinary, yet my love what we see together is ordinary here. Why do you forget and become surprised all over again? Yes my love it is ordinary here but do not beat your drum here, we are not separate-we, this , us – a summoning of Presence.

Open Circuit Closed Circuit

2009-06-25T11:23:00.005-04:00

Two couples different responses! One expands, the other contracts - it is all in the looking!
In the Devil card he looks at her, and she looks at us, neither of them see the power that controls them. In the love card he looks at her and she looks above and acknowledge the presence above.
Sans the sacrement of the above no love!

Time is the Item

2009-06-17T13:26:00.003-04:00

LIKEWISE

God twiddling thumbs for eternity
proclaims something better than nothing!

now a revolving once upon a time,
data, data, data the end.

now a revolving once upon a time,
data, data, data the end.

now a revolving once upon a time,
data, data, data the end.

ditto
ditto
ditto

emit time after time
recurring item.

emit time after time
recurring item.

emit time after time
recurring item.

time is all though
specifically received.

tictoc bearable

tictoc unbearable

tictoc unmanageable

God twiddling thumbs for eternity
proclaims something better than nothing

-except when nothing is something…

- except when…

Hello whom may you be?

i * 3 (immersed in immensity)

2009-06-09T17:40:00.003-04:00

The Pauper Prince popped out of the Pub- he received his fill and gave it all away.
One for the Mother, one for the Daughter and one for the Holy Spirit!
He paraded down the Main singing - none of that was his own, none of this is his own, and none of that shall be his own.

Hallelujah!

Hallelujah!

Hallelujah!

Intoxicated but not drunk he gave it all away, because none of it was his own.

Jamming With Vastness

2009-06-09T13:08:00.004-04:00

i hello the vast voice
what is what is

veils between it and i
slip off-
the myth unravels-
the being unfolds.

alien pastures
what is what is

space sans and
what is what is

native homeland
what is what is

realm sans end
what is what is

this kind death
what is what is

farewell regrets
i pawned this crumbling
dwelling for a song and a dance.

hello the vast i voice
what is what is

U C

2009-06-09T12:09:00.002-04:00

Though I may not know I – I do occasionally see me with thee.

C U

2009-06-09T12:07:00.002-04:00

It may be true what you were told – yet who are you?

LUSH LIFE

2009-05-28T16:30:00.007-04:00

A RUMI RIFF

Moon bound,

the Chronics

in their stupor fear

the police.! Hazy in the viewing they

forgot that the cops are equally pissed drunk!

Merely two different aspects of the same state-

lushers!

a dreamer's dreams of drinking a drinking song

2009-05-28T12:42:00.003-04:00

this is the verse…

i want some more
and then some!
once again, it is
always the same.

this is the chorus…

i want some more
and then some!
once again, it is
always the same.

pucker pout
pamper pomp
you are pluck
out of déjà vu.

i want some more
and then some!
once again, it is
always the same.

that was the verse…

i want some more
and then some!
once again, it
always the same.

that was the chorus…

and all that transcribed
toodle-oo farewell….

Seoul Telegram.... Watcher

2009-05-28T11:08:00.002-04:00

"naked,drunk and crying..."

Zero requires no hero

2009-05-27T17:47:00.005-04:00

To merge with nothing,
to clash with nothing,
to move with nothing,
to crash with nothing
-this is the way of nothing.

Nothing,
wounds and mends,
catalyses,terminates,
adores and abhors
the way is to embrace nothing.

Regard your reflection
and nothing reflects you.
Proclaim your doctrine
and nothing carries the sound.
Attend to me and I and thou
and together we render nothing.
For nothing is everything
while essentially nothing.

Nothing was dying and nothing
showed up for nothings last breath.
Nothing was born and nothing
showed up for nothings first breath.

Alas, nothing was nothing.
Hail, nothing is nothing.
Amen, nothing on nothing.

I shall pay no homage to any deity,
or submit to any me other than Thee
for the ultimate reality is nothing.

When you are marooned in time
quicksand space, without an ace
to play, reason and rhyme fled
remember nothing is the matter.

When you forgot that you forgot,
and revel to reject, completely drunk
slurring you no longer fucking care,
remember nothing was the imbibed spirit.

Nothing sows, nothing reaps,
and states –all that just passed
a mere lusting for significance.
Bon voyage my sometimes friend
see what you are not
and the more we can be.

all chalked up

2009-05-22T15:26:00.005-04:00

General Semantics part. 3

2009-05-20T16:15:00.005-04:00

One of my best attributes is the lack of desire to broadcast or not.
What it may 'be' is definitely not me.
One of my worse attributes is the rush of desire to broadcast or not.
What it may be is definitively me.

General Semantics pt. 2

2009-05-20T16:12:00.002-04:00

Were you that was?

Are you aware of the whereabouts of was?

It seems very sticky here.

General Semantics

2009-05-20T13:04:00.002-04:00

Are you sure you are you?
Are you sure you are sure?
Oh, hello!
Who was that Are?

John C. Lilly said-

2009-05-19T11:59:00.003-04:00

In the province of the mind what one believes to be true,
either is true or becomes true within certain limits.
These limits are to be found experimentally and experientially.
When so found these limits turn out to be further beliefs to be transcended.
In the province of the mind there are no limits. However, in the province of the body there are definite limits not to be transcended.

Harry Hector frets - a nettle melody

2009-05-19T11:43:00.002-04:00

Perplexing- no fuck that!
It is vexing this ego speak!
It is all about my lying and knowing
of my lying and lying about my knowing
of my lying.

ergo ego parley shit

What is the voice behind the embedded scripts?

Tommy and Mary Mag

2009-05-15T13:19:00.008-04:00

I remember…

They were his friends, his students, his followers and together we broke bread with him.
They were his friends, his students, his followers and together we drank wine with him.
Some sensed what he shared and offered their interpretation of the encounter.
Others felt what he emoted and provided their interpretation of the encounter.
And others comprehended what was said and constructed their interpretation of the encounter.

I and the twin saw what he saw, felt what he felt, and sensed what he sensed. From this attention we
knew it was not even him! He alone could do nothing, but by embracing the nothing he could receive and provide.
The twin and I drank deeply and became one with him, and in our waning we too could receive and provide.

He said many things and each individual in their own weakness were victims to their interpretation of all that passed.
They wanted something to understand, but not to understand understanding. Their time with him were collected into ‘sacred’ narratives and by doing so estranged themselves from the Presence he served. They did not have the ears to hear, and could not see that the words were pointing, not positioning.

Now he is gone and they call me the whore and the twin the doubter.
I am a whore, Amen!
I am a whore of God, Amen!

I remember….

spring scale 7

2009-05-15T10:49:00.002-04:00

spring scale 6

2009-05-15T10:48:00.001-04:00