July 21, 2025

Language is the portal that we use to connect the inner with the outer.

We all know that different knives cut different things at different levels of efficacy.

How different would the state of my being reveal itself outwardly if I were to express using a completely different language? And would that, in turn, circle back and affect how I feel and relate to the world?

July 02, 2025

Lay down your sword. Where we are going you have nothing to guard.

June 09, 2025

Crossing the event horizon, willingly.

Knowing that you will be sucked into the void.

Knowing that you will be vaporised into nothingness.

Knowing that you have not the slightest clue of what will happen next.

And You say yes.

June 01, 2025

Ten thousand suns could not be brighter -- even the blind man can see it.

May 23, 2025

Short cuts make long delays

May 22, 2025

if I am I because you are you and you are you because I am I

then I am not I and you are not you

May 15, 2025

The winding trees have a message for you.

May 12, 2025

In surrendering everything, all things are received.

May 10, 2025

A temple built in the center of new york city,

A submission into noise, a sacrifice at the altar.

Remaining behind, my brothers are flown to heaven on dragons backs.

The sacrifice at the altar.

May 09, 2025

when i know that the glass is already broken,

every moment with it is precious.

May 07, 2025

The shadow is always lurking,

the eye always looking,

be mindful,

friend

May 03, 2025

dead leaves left unswept bury the sprouts beneath

May 02, 2025

i am not the source of any creation.

April 30, 2025

Look at a tree. Really look at it.

What is this thing?!

April 22, 2025

Attention is the best gift I can give.

April 21, 2025

There are times where I feel the call of the forest - to feel it, a kind of bathing in its essence(s); its shuffling leaves, pine and earthy smells, its wind's soft spoken language.

It is not any of those in particular, but all of them together that envelopes my being with surrendering feelings.

"To understand is to stand under".

No surrender, no understanding.

Hours flash by in moments of shedding what I consider "me" and I come to my senses laying down in a bed of pine needles.

What a trip.

April 20, 2025

where does sound go after it's heard?