I struggled to come up with anything for this week; I did initiate writing something on a few occasions, but what I saw on paper I did not like. What I wrote and what I had to say, all of it and in all attempts, were so distasteful that I could not even look at … More Confessions of a Profoundly Shallow Man
All things pass but the passing. All things appear and disappear in the passing, but the passing itself neither appears nor disappears. The Real is neither a this nor a that, neither a here nor a there; The Real is this passing, and this passing is all that is real. Truth is a verb. This … More The Passing
How disturbing and gut-wrenching, to find no tongue of one’s own in the midst of life, to realize that in one’s supposed home, one has been living as a guest and driven by invisible forces and subliminal cues, the so believable patriarchs with obscure figures and convincing whispers, the echoes of the old! With all … More The Null
Every experience unfolds in layers. What begins as a simple sensation gradually becomes a feeling, a meaning, a story, and finally a behavior. Most of our suffering does not arise from reality itself but from the layers the mind builds upon it. By learning to recognize this process, we can begin to respond to life directly instead of being driven by old patterns that seek to resolve an inner tension. … More The Layers of Lived Reality: from Sensations to Behavior
The greatest concealment is not death. It is the certainty that there is someone alive to whom death could happen. Like the formation of the waves in the sea, consciousness tends to gather the world around a center it calls “me” and then drop it a moment later. The room appears, the body appears, memory … More Whispers of Silence
How does a cube pass through the eye of a needle? It must first let go of its resistance in the third dimension so that it may become a plane; and then the plane must let go of its insistence on being a plane extended in a second dimension, so that it may become a … More How does a cube pass through the eye?
Much of what we call ourselves is nothing more than borrowed meaning. It was inherited without our choosing, quietly shaping how we think, act, and experience the world. Freedom begins not by becoming someone new, but by allowing these borrowed meanings to fall away until what remains no longer needs to be maintained. … More Shedding Borrowed Meanings
The new flashing before the heart, the jealous old, the father, the castle made of the mother, the cries of the newborn, the blinding light of the new world, the absolutely indeterminate nature of the Self, the disappearance of Christ, submerging of the old and the emerging of the new. Addiction to faces, to looks, … More Where Nothing Stands
We spend much of our lives carrying a weight that was never ours. We try to fix every thought, control every feeling, and hold our inner world together through endless effort. But what if freedom is not found by changing the mind at all? What if it begins the moment we stop reacting to its endless drama and simply allow it to come and go? … More The Weight We Were Never Meant to Carry
The world fascinates only so long as its shadow is mistaken for substance. When the gaze turns from things to the appearing itself, the search falls silent, and what alone has always been reveals itself without ever having emerged. … More The Absolute Stranger
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