Author: sim1

Ready

I’m living on the edge of nothingness. I’m tired, tired of engaging, participating in any temporary illusionary phenomena, no matter to which idea they may belong. There’s just no desire for anything, anymore. Just breathing, sensing movement, vibration, pulse, sound. Awareness. This tiredness is not of heavy nor lethargic nature, don’t get me wrong. It’s… Continue reading Ready

Awakening from Trauma

Gabor Maté is one of the most inspiring and wise professionals for me when it’s about trauma and its effects on cultural and individual health/condition. His wisdom and knowledge were a light shining through the darkness of my subconscious while processing and releasing childhood and epigenetic trauma. In the video below he refers especially to… Continue reading Awakening from Trauma

Silence

Silence is swallowing meall words have been saidall stories have been toldnothing remainsa blank canvasready to be written on anewbutthere are no wordsto describe, to name, to fathomthe depth, the vastness, the emptinesswords cannot dive into this abysscannot delve into that otherworldlinessall left behindwhile “behind” has no correlation anymore there was the moment the last… Continue reading Silence

Perspective

Facing the vastness of the voideventually, I will get lostoverwhelmed.Whatever I am or was will becomeswallowedby oblivion.There was never anyone to be knownnothing to knowAll memory of myself will ceaseas well as all traces I left afterI will be gone.All achievement will be meaningless,All failing will not matter,dissolving into the tremendous empty space. Facing the… Continue reading Perspective

Blurring

The gaze fixed on a distant goal in an imaginary futureRooted in a past, merely a memoryAttached to nostalgiaOr terrorDistracted from an imaginary nowThe direction is – escapeFrom a place where everything seems unbearableWrongOut of orderEscaping and distraction keep you aliveIn your fabricated realityFrom your fabricated realityAt any cost, you want to preserve, conserve, continueThe… Continue reading Blurring

Healing from the Incurable

Human organic life, from the very first breath, is dedicated to death, its beginning contains its end. The body’s nature is transient, it’s a brief appearance of structured molecules/matter in the vast realm of imaginary time and space, and it tells a story of life, of human life and experience. Its cells and DNA carry… Continue reading Healing from the Incurable

The Battlefield of Separation

I look at youbut when I don’t realizeyou in meand don’t recognizeme in you there’s an imaginary linethat artificially separatesme from youand you from me It leaves you and me back,in blindnessnot able to seethe wholeness Whatever I crave thenRooted in this hole of emptinesshow easily it gets projected onto you, my dream Whatever you… Continue reading The Battlefield of Separation

Along the line of darkness

Along the line of darkness into the unknown I’m wonderingI’m wanderingan invisible pathBorn withoutLost in a world that is inherently lost.All its purpose and goal,Artificial. I’m now/here.Unfolding into nothing, into transience.Into a void that is swallowing me, it’s swallowing everything around me.I’m dying, but I’m not.You’re dying, but you’re not.Not even is there truth within.… Continue reading Along the line of darkness