Sunday, April 19, 2015


A Tiny Spider



It all boils down to 
plain and simply
considering the possibility
of living life 
without resistance
without stories
without filters
without me

Open to the aliveness at each moment
whatever that may be

No big deal really


curtains moving in the wind
a creaking windmill
a throbbing toe where the nail has come loose
a tiny spider on the mosquitoes screen

sounds, sights, sensations

Everything simply perceived 
as it is.


Sunday, April 12, 2015


Echoes



We hear This, 

this message, 
so many times.

1000 ds of times.

Why does it not hit the mark 
and relieve us of our suffering?

Why does it not help us to 
reach our goal;
unending happiness and freedom?

We want to get rid of something 
or we want to acquire something, isn't it?,

In our haste of freeing ourselves,
or trying to get something or somewhere,
we overlook the fact that we might
not hear this message properly.

How do we understand?

With which eyes do we see?

Are the portals of perception 
free of ideas and beliefs?
Empty?


Is there a possibility to receive
this message unfiltered?
Now?

Raw and alive?


Or do we hear these words endlessly
through the dead echoes
of the past?



Could this be blocking the clear view?











Sunday, March 29, 2015


Sticking out?


This undifferentiated Wholeness.

No borders,
no edges,
nothing sticking out more than anything else.

And so incredibly alive,
moving, 
vibrating,
enchanting us with 
sounds and sights and smells.

And are just things happening
which we cannot really name.

An amazing abundance.

A dance of 
Life itself
as itself
for itself.

Coming in and going out of Itself.

Without words 
without mind,
how can one not be amazed by this
constant miracle?


Wednesday, March 18, 2015