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 …
This veil! It is transparent, and the beloved in plain sight. But I am blinded by what I’ve taken to be seeing. There’s a seeing that shows and a seeing that hides. She is near and far, here and there, a yes and a no. She is my Mona Lisa. She is my Eroma. I … More My Eroma
The present is light and free; what burdens and suffocates it are the stories that are hanging from it. The present is not a part of a larger context; it’s not a moment in my life or a time slice of this universe. Quite the opposite! It’s my life and this universe that are together … More You Are Always Complete
The fact that the human intellect can recognize in the cosmos two distinct essences, the subject and the object, the being principle and the knowing principle, tells me that this intellect must itself transcend both of these principles. We cannot see something unless we are in some sense apart from it. The ground of human … More I see; therefore you are
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
Logos is a threat to the intrinsic ambiguity of existence; it fragments an existence already shredded by time. Logos is the form-giving principle, and I despise form; but the lower soul despises form too, for it is only in moral and existential ambiguity of my Being that it gets to wallow in the filth of … More For the Love of Shadows
Experience of time arises only where there is consciousness of eternity. Our awareness of the impermanence of worldly existence presupposes an inborn understanding of what impermanence means: that which is not permanent. We must know permanence in order to judge something as impermanent. Therefore, we cannot recognize impermanence in the world without at once being … More The Soul is Eternal
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