The sun has set at the horizon. No wind.
The candle lit and nocturnal noises come from evening distance
The stars appear, one by one
Breathing in, breathing out
Hands resting, watching
Moths circle the candle light
Closer, closer they come
irresistable drawn to the light.
A little crackle
and then the flame burns quietly again
not affected by what happened.
When has the moth become the flame?
When has the flame become the moth?
The moth in the flame is the flame.
We circle around the light that will burn us
The light will only burn the form
What never was born and never died
the Light that you are
with the Light
that you were
will be …
Love is Truth
Truth is Love
Truth for some- thing is confined Truth
Love for some-thing is confined Love
Unconditional Truth and Love
never have an object
Your natural state
is Truth, Love, Stillness, Beauty
as immovable, immaculate Subjectitvity
When courage comes
and you will come to Me
I strip you naked
and leave you with no-thing
I clothe you now
with silence, wisdom, truth
with beauty and compassion
Reality then knocks
softly upon your door
and with the shining key
you found inside your heart
the broken door slides open
to leave you now with All …
There comes a time
when outer teachers are no more needed.
Your inner teacher takes over
And there is a sweet ongoing mantra or satsang or prayer taking over.
And sometimes there can be a desire to meet with an outer teacher again.
You go and you find that you yourself were the teacher all allong.
This theacher unfolds more and more in the stillness of your heart.
Once you get familiar with its song,
you recognize it everywhere;
even in the midst of the deepest depression.
It sings and never stops.
You are the song, the singer and the singing…
Beyond every horizon
there lies a new horizon
in infinite succession
Untill the last horizon
shows us, in blinding radiance,
that Death will be the last one
that guides us towards Life …
Exhausted by the search for peace
Confused by all the world outside
I walk the blinded way
No thing to turn to
No one to turn to
What is left
What is left is me
I turn to me
amidst exhaustion and confusion
amidst aloneness and dispair
a treasure chest
illuminated by Grace
filled with Peace …
Hidden behind overwhelming objectivity
Hidden behind deafening war
Hidden behind darkening uglyness
Hidden behind you
Feeling the wind,
Hearing the rain,
Seeing the sun,
Tasting the wine,
Smelling the fire
I am the feeling and the wind
I am the hearing and the rain
I am the seeing and the sun
I am the tasting and the wine
I am the smelling and the fire
I am resistence and surrender
I am suffering and joy
I am fear and love
I am nothing and everything
I am me and you
I Am …
with the realization
and deep understanding
that nothing needs to be added to You
that nothing can be taken away from You
that You are
Sometimes someone comes to my door.
And that someone has heard in some distant way, that there is a train leaving for freedom.
And you tell her about it, again and again and again.
And when she leaves, she says: “Yes, I feel something has changed”.
And Gratitude comes whispering in my ear: “She is on the train…”.
And then tears come, and so much more …