A tiny key unlocks a massive gate A tiny crack in a dam floods un entire valley A tiny spark lights a tormenting fire A few drops of water sprout a cedar tree A moment of passionate faith What ocean of love would unbound. What a world would that be! Here everything whispers the unending … Continue reading A spark of burning faith
The Truth can only be Whole. The Truth can only be Nothing But the Truth. If not Whole, if tainted with ... something non-true it immediately ceases being the Truth. It becomes something. Something un-true. I acknowledge I don't know the whole truth. Also, I don't know anyone who knows it all. Hence, what we … Continue reading Be That!
“The evil that is in the world always comes of ignorance, and good intentions may do as much harm as malevolence, if they lack understanding. On the whole, men are more good than bad; that, however, isn’t the real point. But they are more or less ignorant, and it is this that we call vice … Continue reading “there can be no true goodness nor true love without utmost clear-sightedness”
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 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
there might be ways and methods to regain a childlike seeing of the world, but gazing into the depths of innocence, providing courage and sincerity overtake dominion of one's mind, even for only a second ... clean perception is restored. whatever learned suddenly makes no sense at all, when courage and sincere desire overtake you. … Continue reading clean perception restored ~ when courage and sincere desire
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
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