Here,
now,
this is not other than arising form, translucent,
is it my vlog? anatta. Be guest as we are. be or not, dissolved and emotional.
non reactive more than a river.
koan half.
and square root
blisfull with optogenetics
of prioproceptive pathways

Just here. 
​​​​​​​Now.

Just there 
Just there
and there
and there
and there

The mind is a fart.
It hits your nose like... So gross.
Spending your winter.

Looking for the star
But have never found the sun
Always autumn dawn.

A witch spells goggles
And hands them out to babies,
But you're no sucker.

Bindus vajra chains
Mandalas of deities
Not-- Dharmadhatu

The unsuffering
Unconditioned emerges--
Halt! "Double vision"

Relax and let go.
There's really nothing to see.
Enjoy your season.

Relaxing my eyes
Not looking into it too much
I escape spacetime.<--

At first it seems like
You are building a mind trap.
It's not. It's a door.

If it's harsh it's true.
Raw nerve is the way it feels.
Anyway... Be free.

Behind the eyes
Where I dwell in the city,
My mind is touchless.

Void, wetness and such,
Is experienced as joy
What else do you want?

Here's the great challenge...
To be released anywhere.
Relaxed and alert.

The subtle clear light
Is just a little lighthouse
Lighting safe passage.

Contact, feeling ---> words...
This is the place to break it.
Vapor disperses.

Bored, lonely --> Angry...
Why will no one notice me?
Floating on a cloud.

Dream yoga, wake up,
Ganapuja all day long,
​​​​​​​Keep the path simple.

All beings... Be happy!
Vows and wishes of Buddha.
Waking up to that.

The first and last lines
of your poem
is how I woke up
this morning

Flickering line,
Thumbs touching....
Black letters;
Color blue!