I'd love to play with you but this game is too old and too corrupt like an endlessly rigged blackjack the house always wins. Outside this maze there lies a field and a sea ... I know, you cannot see! You have no choice But to trust in me. Stop! Don't pour white paint over … Continue reading the thousandth black swan ~ a poem of hope
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Mind creates monstrous things. Mind creates wonderful things. When Mind stops, both monstrous and wonderful things are gone. What remains is Truth, Beauty, Love, Reality. ©️A. Garden, January, 2020
These are thoughts. Thoughts are irrelevant. These are the building blocks of stories mind tells itself about itself. There is place for everything in Awareness, even for stories. But truth only is beautiful and real and stable. A thought, an idea about truth is just another thought. A thoughts about truth is not truth, is … Continue reading It is possible
Where should one start? Start right here, where you are. No point in going to a another place. The difference is irrelevant. Start right now. There is no other time. Start with that which is closest, most reliable. Your breath. Acknowledge the space inside which breath fills. Feel the warm emptiness which still remains. Somewhere, … Continue reading a meditation
"Ego. A thought. A point. The center of dream bubble we call life. Ego. Creator of separation. Creator of things separate from each other, each thing made of points separate from each other. As points are falling appart, further and further away, Ego invents now unification, integration, the reverse movement of separateness towards oneness. All … Continue reading Ego. Soothing. Digital healing. Real life.
"If you really really really more than anything else you want to be free, you’ll look and look and look until you find what exactly holds you captive. Automatically, that seeing (of your “cage”) frees you. If you are not yet free, you want something else than freedom. That something else is probably sameness. You … Continue reading Free to see ~ excerpt from work in progress
Not a writer nor a poet am I, I have not come to woo you with words. I have come for truth I have come for love I have come for beauty Of being and nonbeing Combined. ©️A. Garden, September 2019
“Now we write songs, lyrics and music, together. Our life experience is poetry, every moment of it. We play in the Ocean called Life. We let ourselves disappear into Love. There is no story to be told anymore. For many, this is really scary, inconceivable even. And yet, this is true Life. No mind. No … Continue reading Excerpts from “Theo and Mira, Loving Life”
As Life dropping a body It does so completely Never to return, So do life lovers move on Never looking back. It is not their conscious choice, As they have submitted the mind to heavens, It is all Life's doing, Carrying them away Never to be seen or heard of. Life doesn't care of any … Continue reading Living free as Life