Fleeing is
keeping on living in the dark illusion we call life
Fleeing is
denying the pain that leads to life
Pain is
the portal that leads to Stillness …
Fleeing is
keeping on living in the dark illusion we call life
Fleeing is
denying the pain that leads to life
Pain is
the portal that leads to Stillness …
When you think you are something:
a christian, a muslim, a jew, a buddhist, a hindu,
an atheist, a carpenter, a painter, a writer, a friend,
a man, a woman, a child, a mother, a father, …
And when you believe that you are what you think you are,
You can go inside and do this meditation:
Without using your
thoughts, memories, associations, perceptions, emotions,
are you a christian, not a christian or neither
Be still and wait what comes up …
And do it with the next and the next and the next …
No word can describe what you are;
no word; no word; no word …
The best thing that can happen to you is doubt
Doubt takes you beyond knowing
Doubt takes you beyond the absolute
Doubt takes you into disidentification
Doubt takes you into: “I don’t know”
Doubt takes you into Space
Doubt takes you into Love
Doubt takes you into You …
Where doubt arises,
Love can grow
Where there is doubt,
You are …
When we listen to conversations
When we listen to ourselves
When somebody tells us something
and we react and disagree
When someone asks us a question
and we defend ourselves
There is so much ‘No’ …
‘No’ feeds resistance,
‘No’ feeds the mind
‘No’ separates us from our soul
‘No’ separates us from ourselves
Living is the art to say
‘Yes’ all the time to our soul
To acknowledge the voice within
To see where the other person is right
To digg deep within
To sit with our irritation
And not act out
Living is the art
to act in …
Every word we use, we were taught
Every meaning of a word we use, we were taught
Every word is the verbalization of an impuls, a sensation we feel in the body
Every verbalization is an attempt to put into words what can not be put into words
Every feeling that is put into words
Every thought that is put into words
Every memory, association, perception that is put into words
Is an attempt to point at something which is beyond words
What is love
What is tenderness
What is compassion
Maybe we can not express what something is
Maybe we can only be what we are …
Who or what was killed?
When I heard the words
that a terrorist was killed
and that that made many people
very very happy
It felt not good inside of me
What are those people happy about?
Is it the deep seated mind set:
An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth?
And:
What you have done unto me, I will do unto you
And:
I know what is right and what is wrong
And:
You will suffer as much as I have suffered?
I don’t say that what we or he did was right or wrong
I just ask myself some questions
So the answers can surface from deep down
And deep down
there are tears,
there is compassion
for the suffering
of so many ceatures
– humans, animals, trees, plants, the earth –
inflicted upon by unconscious creatures
again and again and again
Seeing the terroist in me
Holding it, embracing it,
lets something surface
that is beyond right or wrong
and that …
that has no word …
Apologizing for what I have done, in the past,
makes me guilty of what I have done.
When I ask myself this question:
“With the state of consciousness I had back then,
with the past I had and
with the pain I suffered,
could I have done it otherwise?”
Apologizing for what other people did, in the past,
makes those people guilty for what they did.
When I ask myself this question:
“With the state of consciousness they had back then,
with the past they had and
with the pain they suffered,
could they have done it otherwise?”
Apologizing can only take place
in the stillness of the heart
And in the heart it will transform
The tranformation becomes an insight
And the insight becomes a deed
And the deeds become a way of living
And the way of living becomes the living apology
Every day
From now on
Until eternity …
Walking in the pristine snow
with almost silent sound of falling snow
the tears of Gratitude pour out
and melt the white sweet cover
I feel the lively essence
of what I AM in me
and have no words for that
which is alive in me
How can I define this wonder
and bind it to some words?
Life is the wordless beauty
present in the stillness
of freshly fallen snow …
When we decide
what our destination is
could we be wrong?
Who is deciding?
What is a destination?
When we stop and feel
what the inner guide tells us
about a direction we can take,
Can we then feel the aliveness,
the unexpectednesss, the unknown,
the adventure, the spontaneity,
the openess, the playfulness?
Expectation of an outcome
is wanting the outcome to happen.
To take one step
in a direction
makes that step
the most important thing
there is
in our life
And then we feel
that the journey of life
is just
one
step …