When I see you, when I lose myself to the irresistible sight of your eyes, to that evergreen noema, I like to light a cigarette and go back to Heidegger, I like to throw myself into that inexpressible abyss of rootless existence, into Dostoevsky’s night walks in Saint Petersburg, into Andrei Tarkovsky’s long shots and … More Fallen Love
Past and future veil God from our sight; burn up both of them with fire. How long wilt thou be partitioned by these segments, like a reed? So long as a reed is partitioned, it is not privy to secrets, nor is it vocal in response to lip and breathing. Jalal-uddin Rumi
What is the human receptacle but a prism that refracts the pure light of the One into the rainbow of infinite divine possibilities, the phenomenal world! This world is lit and known with the light of a consciousness that comes from without and passes through within man. Where I am not, the world too is … More The Sole Dweller of The Void
Wherever I turn I see the face of God, My pain is god; My pleasure is god; My worst moments is God; me best ones is God. Then, what do I have to complain, if good is God and bad is God! All I wanted was to dwell at the serene feet of God; there … More Seer Sees only Itself
Everywhere you look you see the face of God; blessed be the one who sees the face and not the world. This world is nothing whatsoever; it is all God. We think we see the world; little do we know that seeing the world is epidemic blindness, for in seeing the world we fail to … More The Inexpressible
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