September 22nd, 2016

The inherent peace of being knows no opposite. I am that Peace.

I am the openness of being. Beauty is the unlimited freedom of being.

This understanding allows one to see worldly limitations as the unlimited freedom of being in action.

Therefore, one rejoices in every situation who has realized the eternal freedom of being.

Then, all things exude the perfume of Love. For Love is Being and Being is Love.

August 4th, 2016

All feelings are perceived, all thoughts and images – phenomenons of dynamic life.

The simplicity of it. Yet the easiness with which one can adhere to a phenomenon and, seemingly, merge with it, for a time.

Now is forever free, forever pure, colorless, formless, still.

Empty of questions, now is the eternal answer.

Emptiness is my name.

July 30th, 2016

Discovering that there is nothing to do but everything to be.

To be everything yet not to become anything.

To be soft and gentle.

To be the space behind, in, through every phenomenon.

To be the invisible no-thing from which exudes every thing.

And yet, this invisible no-thing is, by essence, all goodness, all-allowing, all-inclusive, pure unconditional love.

To be that is to be no-thing yet to be fully, truly, totally, completely everything.

July 25th, 2016

The discovery of an expanded consciousness and of an expanded ego.

Can there be an ego without consciousness?

Can I equate this expanded ego with our collective “conditioned” consciousness?

I love how Jeff Foster speaks about ‘permission’ and “the myth of letting go”.

Letting go of the need to let go of any thought.

The “Sacred Heart of Sadness”, that which is the core of my Self.

Opening up, being exactly as I am, in this very moment.

And feeling exactly what I feel. The “Sacred Heart of Sadness” embraces every heart fearlessly.

July 7th 2016

This moment of stillness where shadows come and go.

Holding the space, letting myself breath and be free.

In the silence between the thoughts, the pains, the memories, I find my Self untouched, pure and spacious.

I am all that I will ever experienced, yet I am more than that and less than that.

Each Day, I Rise

Each day, I rise

in a body that’s not mine,

with a mind upset

by the despair of mankind.


Each day, I rise

looking for myself

in the eyes of others,

in the arms of others.


Each day, I rise

with the hope to die,

with the hope to find,

in death, the soul that never dies.


Each day, I rise

troubled and sad,

waiting to return

to the light of my kind.






Come As You Are

Come my friends,

‘Tis not too late to seek a newer world,

For my purpose holds to sail beyond the sunset.

And though we are not now that strength which in old days moved earth and heaven,

That which we are, we are! One equal temper of heroic hearts.

Made weak by time and fate, but strong, in will, to strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.

– Alfred Lord Tennyson –