When you are stimulated
from within, you don’t seek excitement outside. Life, as it is, gets
wonderfully and sufficiently exciting.
You just walk around
like a self-ignited torch.
2013/09/26
2013/09/25
JUST STAY
How different life
feels when you stop jumping around and stay with what you have at hand.
When you let your
definitions, preconceptions quietly go.
When you embrace what
you’d otherwise find pleasant or unpleasant equally, including the part of you
that still might have the urge to avoid pain and seek pleasure.
How your perception
deepens when you just stay.
How full, fresh,
stimulating and rich feels life then.
2013/09/23
FORTUNE-TELLING
You are upset.
Indignant.
Frustrated. Irritated.
People are not the
way you like them to be.
Unresponsive,
irresponsible, insensitive, messy, cruel, you name it, they are.
In short, they don’t
fit into your story. (We all have our own stories. And sometimes they
beautifully match for a while –until one awakens and starts to relate beyond
stories.)
So, you are upset.
In order to look
acceptable, you need to disguise the simple truth even for yourself.
Instead of simply
saying “I’m upset because I don’t get what I want” you embellish it. Justify
your reasons, ennoble them.
Now you are upset and righteous in front of this erratic
casting. A double hunch camel with the burden you lay on yourself.
But in no time, in a
happy moment of realization as the apple fallen on Newton’s head, it’s going to
dawn on you, and the door to dramas closes and click! heart’s vast, vast eyes
open.
2013/09/14
2013/09/13
TO ASK NOW AND THEN
Am I able to let my
loved ones go anytime?
No matter how much I
love them. Precisely because I do love them
and do not mistake clinging (to the strings attached or to my conceptions about
how should things be) for love.
With whom do I have this
liberty?
Do I allow change to occur?
At any time and in any form?
Questions to see how
free my relation to the people, and yes, to life itself at any given moment.
A practical test.
2013/09/05
JUNKYARD AT SUNSET
A theme that never
fails to fascinate me.
Rusty metal
misleadingly so smooth looking in the evening light. Like a sleeping beast.
Exuberant life in forgotten colors. Bits and pieces of things past. Plastic. A
wild collage. Chaotic, tragic. Inspiring.
Limbo between the ending and a new beginning.
A meaningless
meaning.
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