“Admit it. You aren’t like them. You’re not even close. You may occasionally dress yourself up as one of them, watch the same mindless television shows as they do, maybe even eat the same fast food sometimes. But it seems that the more you try to fit in, the more you...
It is not not enough to know It is not enough to follow The inward road conversing in secret It is not enough to see straight ahead to gaze at the unborn thinking the silence belongs to you It is not enough to hear even the tiniest edge of rain. You must go to the...
The time that my journey takes is long and the way of it long. I came out on the chariot of the first gleam of light, and pursued my voyage through the wildernesses of worlds leaving my track on many a star and planet. It is the most distant course that comes nearest...
The old Delphic Oracle in ancient Greece said: Know Thyself. “Know” in the sacred texts always means: carnal knowledge. “And Adam knew His wife Eve.” To know is to know the depth of Eros. Know Thyself means: know how to make love with yourself. To make love...
Too lazy to be ambitious, I let the world take care of itself. Ten days' worth of rice in my bag; a bundle of twigs by the fireplace. Why chatter about delusion and enlightenment? Listening to the night rain on my roof, I sit comfortably, with both legs stretched...
Some thoughts on the nature of 'Being' Some thoughts on the nature of 'Being' Thank you Alannah Levian for this find If this resonates you can find more of these types of films at: Awaken the World
“….. No artist is pleased . There is no satisfaction whatever at any time. There is only a queer divine dissatisfaction…”
This chapter is closed now Not one word more Until we meet some day and the voices rising To the window Take wing and fly Open the old casement To the lands we have forgotten Look To the mountains and ridgeways And the steep valleys, Quilted by green, Here, as the...
You are as much your body, your thoughts, or your feelings as you are a car, an apartment, or a pen! When we say, “my car” or “my apartment” or “my pen,” we don’t mistake ourselves for the object. “My” is a possessive pronoun that indicates possession of an object....