Invitation to look ~ no need to invent a meaning for existence

I might be addicted to inner work/introspection and nature of consciousness investigation. I just realized this may very well be one of the many addictions people develop nowadays. I am aware it gave me valueble information and it carried me forward through stages and crisis. The journey up and away from the world is followed … Continue reading Invitation to look ~ no need to invent a meaning for existence

A splendid way of being in existence

I like to think of the sea. Infinite waters and sky, I feel at home. Entire human mind with its world ... a dream dissolving in this timeless immensity. Here, love brings us, time and again, the shore of our freedom. Here, life goes on forever, untethered. Here, we may rest or embark on spontaneous … Continue reading A splendid way of being in existence

already here and yet keeps coming

Sh, be quiet mind! For you thinking is living. Let down your defenses, only for now. Trust a little and be quiet, only for a moment. Beloved Spirit of Aliveness is here,  Like a breeze breathing this chest Like a river beating this heart Like lightning impressing these eyes and senses and brain Like sweetness … Continue reading already here and yet keeps coming

I’m Life in love with Life

Speak the truth “I’m Life in love with Life” “I’m Life in love with whom is in love with Life,  with whom knows being Life” “I am You” When the happy dream is over Let all dreams be over. Smiling at the silliness Of shadows playing On veils like film tapes When veils fall When … Continue reading I’m Life in love with Life

“until the wave poured her inside me, right in here, in the bottle that I was” ~ fragment from work in progress

"Captain Theo steps aboard his ship. It is a glorious day. The sky is a brilliant gem. The ocean, a sparkling jewel. All villagers of Sunnysea came to cheer him. Their voices lift Captain's spirit even higher. Ladies hankerchiefs flutter like baby doves training for flight. It's been a long journey to this moment. It … Continue reading “until the wave poured her inside me, right in here, in the bottle that I was” ~ fragment from work in progress