I have lost my tongue between the two worlds, I have felt two depths, and I haven’t found my own I stepped back out of fright, little did I know that it was the rope of the heart pulling me back, and I receded to the soft edge of the world where all dreams begin. … More The Passage of Simurgh
We were not born into a dead world. We were born into a living stream of meaning, and only later taught to mistake its shadow for reality. The world handed to us by scientism is neat and measurable, but at once an utterly lifeless picture framed so tightly that the pulse of Being can no longer be felt within it. And yet we are asked to live there, to love there, to find meaning there.
This essay is a refusal. A refusal to take the model for the living, the map for the land, the shadow for the flame. It is an invitation to reclaim what was never lost but merely loaned out, the living flow of meaning itself, from which all pictures borrow their meanings and by which alone anything is ever real. … More Against the Dead World: An Essay on Meaning, Myth, and the Crime of Taking the Map for the Living Land
Fall is inevitable, for it provides the ground for the rise of the new types. But one can choose to fall a graceful fall where one gives and elevates others instead of a fall of which no one has ever heard. … More If You Have to Fall, at least Fall with Grace
In the dim halo around Babushka’s rocking chair, a man pleads for a single nod that will never come. His monologue drifts between heartbreak and the deeper terror of becoming irrelevant in a universe that refuses to speak. What unfolds is not a search for comfort but a confrontation with silence itself—the kind that swallows every question and leaves a man facing the truth that meaning is never given, only begged for, and rarely received. … More A Home Built on Quicksand
I speak to you, my comrade, of a state that’s veiled to you from time immemorial; but I must speak carefully or else my words can veil you even further, and that’s not due to the influence of the words but of how you are conditioned to receive and comprehend them. Before I proceed, I … More World as Veil: When presence itself becomes the concealment
A descent into the barren, valueless ground where boredom exposes everything as equal and directionless. It follows how distinctions like good and evil lose their meaning, how our comforting narratives fall apart, and how that neutrality—initially nauseating—reveals a place where a person can finally act from their own source rather than any external call. … More Where Nothing Calls: Living on the Belly of Being – A Phenomenological Rant on Boredom as the Last Territory of Freedom
A man can drown in incense and mantras while his life rots around him. There is no prayer strong enough to lift the weight of a lazy body or an undisciplined mind. This piece explores the quiet truth that no spiritual practice can replace the ordinary work of self-respect — the cleaning, moving, striving, and caring that give the spirit somewhere to stand. … More There Is No Spiritual Substitute for Laziness: the spirit has no reach in the idle mind & body
The soul, weary of the endless turning of worlds, questions Life itself, demanding meaning, rest, and an end to the game. But Life, ever patient and amused, reminds the soul that it was the one who chose to play, who wrote the rules and hid behind the veil of forgetfulness. In its hiding, the universe was born; in its seeking, time began. Yet when the seeker at last finds the one who hid, the discovery shatters both, revealing there were never two players, only one Life, playing with itself through all forms of being. What remains then is not struggle, nor purpose, but play—pure, endless, self-knowing play. … More The Eternal Game of Hide-and-Seek & The Dissolution of Duality
We spend our lives waiting for permission to feel joy—opening and closing the gates of our own happiness at every sign of approval or rejection. But joy was never something to earn. It was always ours, flowing beneath the surface, waiting to be reclaimed by the only one who could ever unlock it: ourselves. … More The Permission to Feel Our Own Bliss: Reclaiming what was never anyone’s to give
The most dangerous manipulation isn’t loud or cruel, it’s gentle. It hides behind smiles and small favors, pretending to care while quietly asking for approval in return. This kind of kindness doesn’t come from love, it comes from fear, the fear of not being seen. It gives to be noticed, not to nourish. True kindness doesn’t need witnesses or repayment; it flows freely because it’s full. … More The Leash Made of Silk: The psychology of manipulative care & kindness
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