Poetry of living
It is impossible to believe there is a way out of the world of conflict. But that is the one single work of all spiritual teachers, old and new: to point it to you. The world of conflict has changed (not going to say "it evolved") over time, from physical/war conflict, to achievements/economic conflict and … Continue reading how do you recognize you are in a world of conflict game
What are thoughts? Where do they arise from? What are they made of? What are they for, what is their purpose? Can thought inquire into the nature of thought? How does an over processed thought feel like? How does an original new thought feel like? Can thought look beyond the edge of thought? What is … Continue reading Impossible questions I ask before breakfast
There is a place within where peace reigns. It is possible to choose to live there. ©️A. Garden, February 2020
Dear Humanity, Please don't be alarmed about the changes that are taking place within the organism that you are. This is the time, the stage of development when human beings, fundamental cells of the organism called humanity, recognize the fact they are a part of a greater whole. This realization does not imply homogenization of … Continue reading To Humanity ~ Of world changes, of tribes, of joy and peace
Thinking without love divides. Without love, thinking loses its purpose. Love is the purpose of thinking. Love is living in peace and joy. Peace, a warm and soft kind of peace, a sweet and fragrant kind of peace, a wholesome peace, a goldenwhite peace, a heart healing and mind restoring kind of peace, a tranquil … Continue reading Dreams are made of thought and love
What would the world be without straight lines? What would freedom be without mazes? What would men be without boxes? Categories? Hierarchies? Levels? Stages? Mechanisms? Models? Theories? Systems? Programs? Stories? Magic shows? Constructions? What would Life be without games? The excitement of being lost and finally found, of being trapped then finally freed, of speeding … Continue reading The boxes of men
