Bliss

Each moment is a now and each experience is an I. If one would transcend time and space by fully living in the now and by fully fulfilling one's unique function in existence, one would live in complete harmony with the universe.

Fulfillment

The path to uniqueness and the path to unity are one and the same.

Les Etoiles

It was written in the stars,
By an architect from Mars
That our light will shine above
Blinding light, numinous dove.

Samsara

The heart holds strong bonds with the truth. The more it is allowed to roam free, the more connections it will make.
But those connections will be severed by the mind’s search for unwitting pleasure. In a miserable attempt to mimic the heart’s ingenuity, it fails to realise that it’s causing nothing but damage. That it’s so easy to just go back to being obedient to the heart. Because the heart is a good master. It does not fool the mind. It is only the mind that is capable of fooling. The heart knows no such thing. The heart is innocent. The heart is pure. The heart rejoices in the singing of the birds, while the mind doesn’t even hear them. The heart trembles before a grieving soul, while the mind does its best to avoid being affected. We must sit straight, have clean clothes, write legibly, stick to concrete facts, as if the truth was something outside of you, alien to you. As if you’re in a dark room, trying to write an essay to God, to convince him that you’re worthy of Heaven. All this while saying to yourself, God doesn’t exist. What a silly torture! The mind trembles before truth. The mind trembles before the real "concrete facts". The mind falls down, starts stuttering and looks for an exit. The heart smiles warmly to gesture its appreciation and its love for truth. So vivid, so simple, yet so cleverly hidden in plain sight. Walking down the street, one might stumble across such a moment of clarity and of pure joy and inner bliss. But then he is reminded by the big adverts that he’s a consumer and it all becomes dust and fairytales. Blah, why do I drift off to such stupid ideas?

Black Sheep

Dream but don't sleep
Your eyes are many.
Counting the sheep.
Counting on many.

They sigh and they seek
A dream long forgotten.
To turn the other cheek
Til the day that they stop them
(The ghosts of tomorrow,
The despots of sorrow).

Their worries are many
Their problems are few.
Not knowing they're making
Boulders out of stew.

They chew and they chew
Pretending to suffer.
But deep down right under
Their heart chants their real colour.

They sweat in the dust
And cough like a smoker.
But once it's all over
They'll tire in water.

They sleep, oh, they sleep
On the dusk of their slaughter
Don't you want to see
How they'll kill all my brothers?

Terence Mckenna

"The imagination is the goal of history. I see history as an effort to literally realise our collective dreams."

"Matter is not lacking in magic, matter is magic."

"The artist's role is to save mankind; anything less is a dithering while Rome burns. If the artist cannot find the way, then the way cannot be found."

"We tend to disempower ourselves. We tend to believe that we don't matter and in the act of taking that idea to ourselves, we give everything away to somebody else, to something else."

"You have to take seriously the notion that understanding the universe is your responsibility, because the only understanding of the universe that will be useful to you is your own understanding."

"Nothing comes unannounced, but many can miss the announcement. So it's very important to actually listen to your intuition, rather than driving through it."

"There is a spiritual obligation, there is a task to be done. It is not, however, something as simple as following a set of somebody else's rules."

"I think we have a very narrow conception of what is possible with reality. We're surrounded by the howling abyss of the unknowable - nobody knows what's out there!"

"Who is to say what is real and what is not? 'Real' is a distinction of a naive mind. I think we're getting beyond that."

"Our ability to destroy ourselves is the mirror image of our ability to save ourselves."

Creating Who You Are

“And the principle is that any time you voluntarily let up control, in other words, cease to cling to yourself, you have an access of power. Cause you’re wasting energy all the time in self-defense trying to manage things, trying to force things to conform to your will. Once you stop doing that, that wasted energy is available. Therefore you are, in that sense, you are having that energy available, you are one with the divine principle, you have the energy. When you’re trying however to act as if you were God, that is to say you don’t trust anybody and you’re the dictator and you have to keep everybody in line, you lose the divine energy, cause what you are doing is simply defending yourself. So then, the principle is, the more you give it away, the more it comes back. Now you see, I don’t have the courage to give it away. I’m afraid. And you can only overcome that by realizing, you better give it away cause there’s no way of holding on to it. The meaning of the fact that everything is dissolving constantly, that we are all falling apart, we’re all in a process of constant death (…), that fact that everything is in decay is your helper. That is allowing you that you don’t have to let go, because there’s nothing to hold on to. It’s achieved for you, by the process of nature. So once you see that you just don’t have a prayer, it’s all washed up, and you will vanish and not leave a rack behind and you really get with that, suddenly you have the power, this enormous access of energy. But it’s not power that came to you because you grabbed it, it came in entirely the opposite way. The power that comes to you in a opposite way is power with which you can be trusted.”
- Alan Watts

Sound

My phone scratches the table

While an apple shrinks on it.

I tickle my cells with curious joy.

I blend in perfectly.

Connected like Wi-Fi

Sound.

I am reincarnated already.

In sound.

Bing, bong.

My laughter immortalizes me.

And friendship breaks time and space with a spatula.

What’s cooking?

The universe in a boiling pot.

God didn’t forget it, he just went to help the neighbours.

With their car.

God is a good mechanic.

Knock, knock

Who’s there?

Bing bong

Bing bong who?

Bing bong the mirror.

Pending

The parks turned to cemetaries

The office buildings, lounge bars

9 to 5 chilling,

Wearing slippers, eating salad

Mind mimicking the music.

Yesterday forgot its role

And I’m here alone...

I forgot to sleep.

Nevermind. I’m ok.

But under the slipper,

In the building’s reflection,

Carved on a tomb,

A verse from a tune –

The consequence

of our existence.

So foreign yet we’re neighbours.

It makes me sad

I’m here every day

But you’re absent

I wish I was a teacher

To send you a letter

Asking for a reason

Not to attend my lesson

If I knew it, I wouldn’t attend it either.

Elements

The dancing fire is heating my thoughts
Your shadow - a pool disturbed by droplets - keeps me wanting more
Carving infinity into an illusion, the pain in the boiling pot
My soul rusts, a breeze of light keeps it alive; my curiosity opens the door.

What's your worth? Does your mind stagnate or do you pay rent in blood?
Do you follow along like a good son biting his tongue or do you want to change the eternal song of the wrong?
Do you knock? Do you ring the bell? Or do you break in and endure the flood?
Anchored by a cloud, what goes up must come down, and it won't be long.

Your fists held back by the locks around your wrists - break the chains and float in the boiling pot
Rage followed by reason, followed by a fresh breath of mystery
Wander round or cough blood asking how or why, your mind going dry
Tis' a figment of a rock - the dirt is your world, ironic that you drown in it.

While a child unwraps an empty box, his thoughts float outside the lot
Breaking up with society, burning the pact of self-destruction, he finds the universe
A hat keeps warm but internal storms can blur the form and throw you back to the norm
Will you open your eyes to the unseen or will you relinquish it by accepting the illusion?