Who am I – From the Abyss into Bliss

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What is thisBefore you attach a nameAnd meaningAnd purposeTo it Who are youBefore your name is spokenAnd featuresPropertiesAnd a storyAttached to you Who will you beWhen your name will be forgottenAnd the last one remembering your storyDead What is sensationWithout a labelAnd interpretationNot even rawNot even pure What is this prisonThis sufferingThat you want to… Continue reading ∅

Recognizing the Self

You are talking to me, I listen, I hear you.Yet, ultimately, I realize I just don’t know what you are truly expressing. I understand words and concepts of a mutually shared language, so we can explore an apparent mindscape of an apparent reality and truth. But truth is, there is no such thing as “reality”… Continue reading Recognizing the Self

Believe in yourself

The self needs reference points for defining itself, which it finds through imaginary separation: in you, the other, the world, the past, the future, in space – which are all concepts in the landscape of the mind. The self is the creation of an assumed past life experience and an imaginary future, seemingly operating as… Continue reading Believe in yourself

No-one knows

There is a phantomCalled no-oneI am thisNo-oneknowsAnything and nothingCan be known

Kiss of transience

I look into your eyesreflecting loveThey sparkle vividlyDepth and intensityThis momentThat shall never passKissed by transienceDeath smiles gentlyNot here, not nowIntrinsic Life pouring beyond any boundaryHome and lossAmid nowhereWhere you areWhere I amIs lostAnd thereforeOne banquetThat never beganAnd never ends Transience kills youand meLeaving us ultimatelyaloneNot even split apartIt erases our marvelous love storiesand buries… Continue reading Kiss of transience

One that you are

“I am”, does it echo in your head“I am this”You just need to remember, who you areWho you really areYou are already enlightened, they sayThey must know itThey rememberedThey finally got it Echoes and more echoesYou remember voicesNames, they gave youStories, they told youAbout places you’ve beenAnd past life experiencesOrigin in the StarsYou have purposeYour… Continue reading One that you are

I am this

Who am I? I am this? I am that? Am I? I am?

The End

This is the last day I see youAnd I have never seen you beforeYour reflection, sometimes light, sometimes shadow,It was always reflecting mirrors,We never metThis is the last day of youThe last day of me The world has endedit never formedA relict, that was never aliveBut vivid memoryAnd imaginationIn which we were phantoms,Seeking, chasing each… Continue reading The End

Raw

In the construct of time – some years ago – it all shifted. Not that this has been a single event nor had it a beginning and was evolving. It was not something you would imagine or expect it to be in such a context. Not like that. Because the idea of this shift –… Continue reading Raw

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