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
Tag: transformation
Longing
Longing will lead youTo your deepest desiresAnd darkest nightmaresMove you through a worldThat doesn’t existBut it’s so vivid Whenever you are closeThink you are thereFinallyYou got itThis is itNowIt will break youAgainAnd againAnd again When your hand reaches out to graspThis treasureAnd take itHomeIt reaches into nothingTo graspTo holdTo get Trying to take the stars… Continue reading Longing
ID
With the shift, identity is gone.I remember, I was, I had many names, roots, origins. A life story, multi-dimensional.They all gave me apparent affiliation, and alienation, a longing for an imaginary way and place home. A deep longing for belonging, to a tribe, to something special, alien to this apparent world I didn’t understand, that… Continue reading ID
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
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
Stardust
This is it now, I see how you want to escape, to leave it, to leave it all behind. Life, as it appears to you, seems unbearable. You are not just tired, you feel imprisoned in this weak, wrecked body that has lost all its ability to provide you with an autonomous existence. Nothing in… Continue reading Stardust
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
Abyss
It’s very dark, you cannot see, although your eyes are wide open.Some sublime terror is surrounding you.It’s the terror of death, your annihilation, the annihilation of everyone and everything that ever meant something to you. The stories that wrote your life, your past. The mirrors that reflected love, and you sometimes have chased this reflection… Continue reading Abyss
Fragment #4
Resurrection/Memory – It was an Easter Sunday or Monday in the second year of the new millennium when an experience, which phenomena are in some notions described as a “Kundalini awakening”, set me irreversibly on fire. That time of my beginning to mid-twenties has been utterly challenging. I have been some strange mixture between being… Continue reading Fragment #4
In the Face of Fall
You look into her eyes and try, try to read anything. Anything you could understand. Her eyes are deep like the dark night, but there is a raging fire in their black abyss. You can barely see it, as it is almost entirely absorbed by the darkness. Unknown depths swallowing what has been seen, what… Continue reading In the Face of Fall