Passing

The heaviness will turn into lightness,leaving the narrow system of identity.attachment to the feeling will dissolve slowlyLiberation from the story,and those feelings become thendelicious,a source of intensity and creativity, of diving deeply without drowning.intensely alive with whatever does expressand all the colors are perceived and experienced with – sometimes bizarre – delightas they already start… Continue reading Passing

Doorwall

You walk through this door, and you are certain, there is a door, to get in, to get out, to get through. The path seemed so clear, what was clearly your soul, your spirit tribe, guided you, prepared you, since incarnations. You heard, you answered the call. It could not lead to any other place,… Continue reading Doorwall

Annihilation

I’m losing itForgot my nameMy rootsThe causeWhere did it all start?Where do I begin?When what whyBelongBecome Birth, a mother’s memory, long goneDeath, dissolution that has already happenedA story, that already ended while it is toldThis present moment is ever a relic Forever chased, forever left behindFutile attempts to grasp itBut it does not existA phantom… Continue reading Annihilation

Drowning

They appear as given direction and orderWhat you areHave to becomeWhat this world you barely know – except what you read, learned, and were told about –Is You are looking for your place to bePurpose and meaningSeeking what this is all aboutWhat they told youThese voices in your headNamed father, mother, teacher, masterGod and devilDemons… Continue reading Drowning

The Promised Land

I promiseIt will, be, you will beIt is waiting for you, to be foundTreasure Island The sourceLook withinThe pathTo liberationYou will be free, you will be yourselfTrue It is not yet, not hereFollowBeyond you’ll find meWithin you’ll find yourselfI am itI amI am thatNot thatNot yet But ahead, the new ageSo close, to completionBecoming one… Continue reading The Promised Land

Instant #4

What about todayWhen there is no tomorrowTime leaves youYou are leftBehind, while there is nothing aheadMemory, bittersweetEmerging from a maelstrom, getting absorbed by a voidTears of grief, tears of joyAliveness invades, kills what you believed to be true, realSpacetime loses its coordinatesYou loseYou are lost Alive

Handle

The darknessThis sacred yet feared placeNot hidden but you don’t want to see itLet alone encounter itYour eyes crave the dazzling, ecstatic lightGenerating alluring image over imageBubbles in the most beautiful, mesmerizing colorsJust may they not burst FlyingHigher and higherMore and moreClimbing up the ladderTrying to reach beyond the top of the worldA transcended, better… Continue reading Handle

On the Edge

There is a deep peaceful tiredness in your eyes, they’ve seen through a whole life. They tell about fear, abandonment, loss, hate, love, courage, joy, friendship, beauty, loneliness, longing. You know the end is near, but it dawns on you that you actually know nothing. This apparent next step, which appears to be cessation is… Continue reading On the Edge