Meditations on the 5th dimension of existence
I am lost in some strange neighborhood of my mind; there are so many buildings and high-rises in every direction that I have lost my sense of orientation. I don’t know how I ended up here. It is strange like a dream: I have somehow naively accepted the inception and reality of this place but … More The Garden of Eden: Paradise Buried Alive
God is deaf; It is blind; It is dull, dark, and dumb. Ears and eyes and wit are windows to what’s outside of oneself. But there’s nothing outside of God, so God, mind you, is deaf; It is blind; It is dull, dark, and dumb. When I came across God, It perceived me not, for … More Coming Across God
The out there is in here. Nothing is outside me, for without me there would be neither inside nor outside. What is beyond me is already encompassed by me, for otherwise the “beyond me” wouldn’t even come into my conception. I dwell in a world that dwells in my thinking. This baffles even me, who … More The Bafflefield
I have become world-loose again; warm and detached, I am nearing the sun that melts the shackles of these cunning appearances. I have a foot out, a foot in; an illusive essence and a human mask, a wavelength and a momentum. I’m not in the world, and not of it, at least tonight. The world … More Prison Break
It is that time again, to give the master a visit. Drained by the drag of this swamp, starving for the holy company I must return once again to that blessed deathbed, so that I may sneak through the sliding door, and the clashing rocks, and re-emerge in the field where I am no more. … More It is that time again …
It is hidden by its omnipresence and obviousness. It is sought by all but found by none: It is there at all times; it is the act of looking for It that conceals Its reality. It is a jokester: It is veiled by Its unveiling; It hides Itself by showing Itself. There is no veil … More Hidden by Obviousness
It gives Itself in one form or another. Now as boring, now as exciting; often as dreadful, and sometimes as sweet and cozy. These are the many faces of infinity, and who knows why It gives Itself as It does! I have played in vain with the control knobs of this spaceship called human. What … More It Is Full of Empty
I left the center for the periphery and beyond. I had to leave home. But on the periphery and beyond all I found was the center again. I now know that I had never left the center. The journey was the dream of the all-encompassing center. I’ve always been home all along. The periphery is … More The All-Encompassing Center
Speech holds the Real; it is the light that illumines the sight; it is the flute that animates the shadows and brings them forth and out of the primordial obscurity. What’s found in the depths must be rescued and exposed by the ever ascending rope of speech. Oh, silence! Truth is so vast that it … More The Divine Murmur
Cosmos is the twilight zone between the light of god and the darkness of nothingness; in it things are constantly passing away, from light to darkness, from birth to death. Don’t mind your death; all things pass but the passing stays, and you are that passing itself. You are not a thing, not a human, … More The Twilight Zone
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