It’s a quiet winter morning, the sun is shining. Trains pass by smoothly. Some birds are singing, some crows are calling out. A few dead leaves, refusing to let go of the tree, rustle in the wind. This day marks the beginning of a new year, full of hope and good intentions. Will your dreams… Continue reading Happy New Year?
Tag: liberation
Mirage
I’ve been planted into your cellsFrom the very first recognition of separationThe moment I taught you my nameSaid your nameWhen we turned into you and meDivided by an invisible borderThe paradise located somewhere beyondVague memory, diffuse vision Left aloneLost aloneIn time and space This world is your creationBut all emptyYou seek abundance in the voidCompletion… Continue reading Mirage
Sunyata
No more nextno more tomorrowNo moreComes lightComes dawnComes darknessComes at all?Your eyesTiredI want to see, to know, to understandI want!Someone talking, someone remaining silentComing leaving passingAre you moving, are you moved?How much moreUntil it endsUntil I arriveUntil I get itRising is callingWhispering in your earJust one more stepOne more thingJust one moreMore FadingStructures, boundariesTime and… Continue reading Sunyata
Why if
Deep longingFor change, for liberation, for peaceYou know, the world could be a better placeIf only they wouldIf only you wouldOr NotDespair, smoothed by ambition and hopeWhy don’t they understand?Why don’t theyWhy do theyWhyDeeply carved into your mindThere is a solutionYou know the solutionIf only they’d wake upIf only I’d wake upIf only While life… Continue reading Why if
∇
Can you feelthe breeze of impermanenceWashing awayyour memory and griefHope and visionRaw and gentleThe past blursAnd turns into a phantomThe future is uncertaintyHold onIt will breakYouMe Have we ever met?Have we ever been anything elsethan a mirageto each other?Memory, a tale of love and lossOf longing, a stream that has no source and no arrivalMotion… Continue reading ∇
n\one
Looking into the eyes,the first reflectionAnd the mirror cracksWhat you see crumblesImpermanence carves its scent deeply into growth and shape Reflection is a voidVolatile, undefined form, shimmering through the emptinessA mysterious fountain of nothing and abundance And from and in the voidNo one is talkingNo one can be heardNo message is sentnot even silence is… Continue reading n\one
∅
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 ∅
Δ
Sometimes, it appears as the seconds of your life heading for their evaporation,then it feels like the life force pulsing vibrantly through every cell of your beingThe depth of the abyss meeting the peak of blissAnd a glimpse into nothingness and annihilation that feels like liberationBut you can’t get there, can’t get this There’s some… Continue reading Δ
How did I get there
I don’t know how I got thereIt seems like I didBut did I really?My memory is a storyNowAnd was it ever not one?Can the protagonist of this storyof any storybe anything other than a fictional character?Playing out conditioning How can you know that I am realWhen we live in each other’s imaginationSeemingly intertwined through perception… Continue reading How did I get there
Abundance
This is it, plain, raw and unseeable: the emptiness of all things, as all things, thoughts, sensations, appearances – seamlessly emerging and dissolving. Nothing and no one is separate from itself, never has it been: always a seamless stream of what is happening, phantoms and shadows arising and disappearing. Can you remember the beginning of… Continue reading Abundance