The highlight of my day is sitting in the balcony in the morning hours when the sun shines from in between the surrounding buildings, drinking my hot coffee and smoking a cigarette. Here in the winters of Florence, Italy, my balcony is positioned so that it sees the sun only for 45 minutes in the … More Readiness is All: On The Power of Faith
There is no shortage of literature trying to pin down what consciousness is. Every field claims expertise over it: the natural scientist attempts at reducing it to inert matter or physiological processes. The psychologist sees it as a collection of mental states. The philosopher views it as the principle of cognition. The spiritualist sees it … More Finding Consciousness
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
Phenomenological attitude is where I go for vacation. It’s an all-included package for free. It’s not mental, not intellectual, not even human attitude; it’s rather a spiritual perspective on the stream of experience effected by a shift from what I’m not but have accepted to be (i.e. human) to what I truly am but have … More Already Free
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 …
Is it a gift or a curse, self-awareness! The endless expanse of this Self is at times terrible and frightening to look at. At times I cannot take up its infinitude. I am more comfortable when the Self breastfeeds me the mundane, and I am more at ease when placed among the herd and in … More The Taxidermist
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 fall is here. It has made itself felt, from the inside; from the deep. The fall is vigorously marching toward me, the ground shaking more and more and I am trembling out of fear and uncertainty. The fall’s magnificence precedes its face. I love the fall. I love how the fall smells, I love … More Liquid Jesus
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