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
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
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
What is man as a phenomenon? Is he a being that’s hasting toward non-being, a ghostly figure that has projected all the being he has and he can’t tolerate into and beyond a non-being horizon? Nay. Man is nothing in haste. Man is the very hasting of Being; he is hasting itself and not a being in haste. That’s why he’s always torn, torn in between here and there, for he can’t get that there out of his stupid head. He is as horizontally stretched between the opposite poles of embodiment and self-abandonment as he is vertically stretched between heaven and hell. He is everywhere and everywhen but here and now. He is a lunatic chasing shadows of himself. … More La Fretta dell’Essere: L’uomo e il miraggio del “Là”
God is lost in the overwhelming and forceful familiarity of the world. Only if for a moment everything became suddenly unfamiliar to us, that we didn’t recognize anything anymore, to such a depth that even sight and the senses failed to provide meaning and concreteness, in that very moment the face of God will spontaneously … More The Last Veil before God’s Self-Disclosure
Nothing is personal. So, why does man take everything personally? Feeling either favored or abandoned, chosen or a victim! In taking things personally, this human persona assumes that he’s somehow under attack, and he rather be under attack than ignored; he’d rather be hated than forgotten. He assumes there are forces that are out there … More Nothing is Perceived but the Perceiver
Now, the opposite movement, the ascent to heaven, is not a matter of fixing things or some sort of a material or metaphysical redemption but a matter of awakening to this whole narrative-construct of our situation and realizing that not only we can’t fix things, but also there’s nothing to fix, that nothing is really broken; and that in the final analysis, there’s nothing truly ours, even the stream of our thoughts and feelings and of the human experience in which we always find ourselves, so we are already totally ok and enough. We are just witnessing. Just like God, we have no power over anything, and nothing has any power over us. … More The Three-Fold Lie
There’s an old beggar in our town; he goes around with a bowl knocking at doors begging for food to ease his hunger. Not everyone treats him well; some yell at him and kick him, and a few feed him for a day or two but no more; but he keeps knocking at those same … More The Forgotten Wealth: A Tale of Hunger, Memory, and Misplaced Identity
What you call hell is you taking this all too seriously, and heaven is your full presence in the play; they are not realities but your perspective on what is! So, drop all this metaphysics; instead, make merry and enjoy the play. … More When God Plays
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