Wisdom may be born in the mountains but it lives in the city; it blossoms only when Zarathustra returns from the mountains. Wisdom is not a thinking affair; it is a living being. Wisdom is not about perfection; it is about wholeness. Wisdom can’t be found in the books; it is through and through the heart’s business. Facts may become more complex, but wisdom always remains simple. … More Wisdom: The Embodied Intelligence
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
Keeping your worst fears at a distance will always keep you in fear. Instead, if you muster the courage to invite your fears into your embodied self, your experience of them will undergo the following 5-fold transformations: Unpleasant, painful, excruciating, unbearable, funny Fear is a mask worn by your disowned parts in order to draw … More Love your Fears
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
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
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 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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