Suffering is at home in the belief of a separated self. It’s the belief that life as it appears is deeply wrong, that it should be different or better. It’s also the belief that life and all its sensations are owned personally, that there’s someone to blame, to take responsibility, to have choice, to be… Continue reading When the mirror breaks
Fusion
Embraced by the heatA body that refuses to moveEverything slowing downThe breathThe pulseJust some vibrant sounds that fill your earsSome birds singing,traffic, the rivers of the city,passing by at some distanceLaughter and remote hummingfrom somewhere behind the curtains,blowing slightly at an open windowSweat merging with hot dustA mind that withdraws from processingJust sensation without interpretationAliveness… Continue reading Fusion
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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
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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 ∅
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
Afterdeath
You have closed your eyes, and never again will a word pass your lips.Your breath has left this body, dissolving you into invisibility. It seems like the end of the story, the final destination.But it is not a return home – no one ever left.It was always, and still is. Tears and mourning around you,… Continue reading Afterdeath
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
Unbroken
Aliveness is seamless,Its sensations and appearances interwovenImpossible to separate one from anotherYou have to impose separation upon itArtificially divide itInto you and meRight and wrongGood and bad Conditioning gives you preferencesBiology a deep sense for survival But seeWhere does your grief stop and love begin?Was it ever gone?Can it ever leave?Isn’t love what pervades it… Continue reading Unbroken
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