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
The lovers, caressed by the scent of the beloved, burn their books and maps! A longing heart is their guide. The blind mind missteps; the heart sees, then smiles and leaps. The pebbles sink to the bottom and watch the river dance forward, as the mind is baffled by the dance of the heart of the lover. … More The Journey of the Ink
You were given a vast mansion and yet lived in the attic. You decorated the temporary and forgot the window opening to the Real. This life is a visit, not a settlement: fall in love. Beauty alone restores what was lost, and every encounter is a remembering of what you already are. … More All Is On: A Tale of Falling in Gratitude
Some encounters do not happen in time or circumstance, but in meaning. Two lives cross, and suddenly the past rearranges itself, as if it had been waiting all along for this meeting to occur. What once seemed accidental reveals its pattern, and life awakens from a long, quiet sleep into coherence. … More Rendezvous in the Space of the Heart
The idea of possessing spiritual qualities implies a fallacy: the fallacy that you exist, and that you are capable of possessing anything. In fact, the very idea of independent existence is the source of all suffering and the subsequent desire to become spiritual. All this is God’s land, i.e. the land of Pure Presence, so let go of all that spiritual bullshit and try to mind your own business, which simply means: recognize that you are already present and it’s all alright. … More Stop Trying to be Spiritual: Stop Trying, and There it is
There used be a child content in love and abundance, for whom one idea was enough, and that was his concrete Reality. But this modern semblance of a man, he needs one too many ideas, identifications, positions with regard to everything, swarming in podcasts and debates, only to satisfy an insatiable sense of belonging that is only truly satisfied by what is buried alive within himself. … More The Child & The Walking Dead
I woke up this morning too early and couldn’t go back to sleep. I woke up into a deep and still sadness. I’m so sad that things have to end. I always hated that. As a child, I hated the end of parties when everyone had to leave. I hated the end of family trips. … More Otherworldly immortality isn’t good enough; I wanna stick around here
It’s all happening in the darkness, a chaos of undifferentiated ether. And I, the spotlight, make a scene by the turn of my gaze. And the mind, the prompter, animates the ghosts of this stage, the dormant selves of this world. And on the basis of this one scene, this here and now, a spatiotemporal … More Consciousness: The Grand Trickster
It’s been a while since my last post, and I didn’t decide to come here because there was a piece inside me in need of expression. I am here just to challenge myself, to sit down to write in spite of having nothing to say. And perhaps something will come out of nothing. It’s been … More The Gift of Vulnerability
If you are, that means that you are loved, and that you are loved by the noblest love from the most loving. Your very existence is sustained by god’s love for you. Isn’t truly loving someone to give them space to be, to let them be what they truly are! So, this is how and … More To Be is to be Loved
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