By The Danube River

There was a time when, often,

Emptily she wandered,

Not knowing what she loved.

Until, unexpected,

One June aery night,

He appeared.

To be clear,

She didn’t fall in love with him.

With its sharp, soundless arrow,

In truth,

It is Love that fell on her.

She shall never tell which came first:

The sight of a heavenly light

Illuminating his eyes

From inside,

Or the acute weakness of breath

Set off by the nearness

Of his presence.

And now miles apart, yet, together,

Feelings refusing to falter,

So often, tenderly, she has wondered,

What can a June night feel like

By the Danube River.



A Silent Contemplation

And I heard:

« Rest kingly, for that is what you are. »

And it came to me that to Love is to let go of each second of time that passes or seems to pass.

To Love is to flow with, not against.

To Love is to be the flow; unhindered, strong, inevitable.

To become ‘essential’, one must die to all that isn’t one’s essence.

It is to be like the tree in the winter, unafraid to surrender the last vestige of its proud adornment.

To Love is to trust that Life never expresses the same way twice.

To Love is to be open, irresistibly open.

To Love is to know that Eternity lives through all that comes and all that goes.

– Marú

Surfing Paradoxes: a Self-Conversation

– The idea I hold about what is good or acceptable behavior implies (and sustains) the existence of bad or unacceptable behavior for its identity, in my experience.

– Wait? What?

– I repeat. By clinging on to a concept of good, I attract (somewhat unconsciously) its opposite in my experience, and that, for the very identity (or evidence) of the concept of good I hold so dear.

– Are you saying that I create my own hell by being self-righteous?

– Just exactly! As difficult as it is to recognize for the proud human intellect: “the root of wrong is the belief or concept of right.”

– Should I close my eyes, then, to the atrocities happening everyday against the planet and against humanity? Should I just sit around and do nothing?

– No. Nobody is advising for quiet resignation. Simply understand that a change of perception is required before deciding on a course of action.

One should not lose touch of the fact that “the observer is the operator of the observed.”

I do not believe what I see. I see what I believe. Nay. I see what I am.

Nothing I know or am conscious of happens outside of me, that is, independently of my being conscious of it. My belief in good, therefore, must exist simultaneously with its opposite (a belief in bad) or not exist at all.

You doubt it? Tell me, then, how can I judge one against the other?

Thus, if I believe I am good, I must be bad also. And if I am bad, in belief, I must be good too. Often, I will project one or the other quality onto another and say it is not-I.

In truth, this is a fallacy. I am my world.

Though disconcerting at first, in this realization lies true power. “Nothing is good or bad, only thinking makes it so”, writes Shakespeare. Surely, he must have caught the fact that his thinking was making his world.

– What, then, should I do? How should I live? you ask.

– Perhaps, the first and necessary step must be as inscribed on the walls of the Temple of Delphi and deep in the heart of all men and women: namely to ‘Know Thyself’.

To know oneself is to under-stand Reality. Reality is that which stands-under appearances and concepts. To understand It is to be It. That which Is isn’t conceptual and, as such, cannot be defined. It Is. It preexists and is the condition for the transient, limited and finite views of things we all share. The poet Rumi paints it beautifully when he writes: “Out beyond ideas of right doings and wrong doings, there is a field, I’ll meet you there(…)”.

Sages, seers and saints, throughout the ages, have referred to the path of Self-knowledge as ‘The Middle Path’, the ‘straight and narrow way’, or even the ‘Tao’. To know oneself is to know all men as Good (God), Being, in and as Reality. And yes, that even includes Donald Trump…

It is to acknowledge Good in all ways, that is beyond concepts of good and bad. It is not condoning actions that engender pain and suffering but, rather, it is to stand on the rock of Truth while surfing the paradoxes of human existence. Then, adequate action must necessarily arise, not out of judgment but out of an inspired sense which, by its very nature, takes in and as itself the larger picture, the well-being of all. It could be called Love in action.

– Marù

This Wonderful Life

I am the ruthless storm that lifts the dry leaf off the ground. I am the sapless leaf and the barren ground also.

I am the green of your eyes and the wings of the bird in flight, reminding me of the freedom I knew before knowing I loved you.

I am the young fox squashed by the side of the road. I am the death-filled road and the careless fox-killer also.

I am the blood that rushes in your veins at the sight of a displeased scorpio. I am your sight, your fright, and the instinct of the animal also.

I am the breathless dreams of sex I imagine with you. I am you when you come. I am me when I come also.

I am the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit. I am the whore, the thief and the devil also.

I am the Sun, the Moon and all their satellites. I am Ursa Minor and the Unknown also.

I am the sound of church bells echoing tears of mourning and hallelujahs.

I am perfect as I am now.

– Marù