Less Is More
The form and formless know of themselves when into a human they blend. The answer to what ‘I am’ beyond these two still remains to be experienced in its truth, yet the faith that I am being pulled into its direction gives freedom from worry. The calling is strong, hinting to look at what has been right here and not perceived. As days go by, the ever-accessible silence to which I connect shows bit by bit of what was never hidden yet revealed because now I am ready.
I turned into a blank space where images flipped, sounds danced, textures rested and fragrances teased. Alongside were thoughts and feelings, though....
Usually, we end up owning what is said and add it to our identity either as 'good/bad' or 'acceptable/unacceptable'. The mind creates this division and actively splits everything within because it has never been introduced to a holistic view. One where, we are not for or against, agreeing or disagreeing, liking and disliking.....
By connecting within we see that at the core of our thoughts, root of our actions and center of our being sits a craving for unconditional expression and acceptance. When the idea of what we should or shouldn't be is removed, the experience of being loved in our entirety is felt.
The irony of using our freedom to constantly update images of people (in our mind) with opinions, conclusions, judgements, etc is the very act that does not release our thinking space from them. In the moment of instant attachment our liberty is compromised as we give away part of it by using it.
Have you ever been fascinated by how the vastness of your surroundings sit as a reflection within you?
The ground where we are unfailingly linked is constantly present yet not visible. It is where we have the freedom to plant and grow as we wish, the place where we own everything and meet everyone.
Have you ever challenged yourself to dig into the ongoingness of certain patterns? Or bothered to demystify the repeating occurrences that never seem to leave you?
An unknown realm opened itself today and these words did not resist making their way on the blank pages of my diary. The instant pouring did not require consulting the contents of my mind, except for giving it a rhyme. This is the most natural expression of untouched thoughts - Melting went I, todayfrom the... Continue Reading →
Have you ever soaked in wonderment of the origin of sounds, textures, aromas, flavors and appearances? The ever-moving, unmovable, expanding, static, gigantic, unnoticeable, shaped, scattered, the ones with breath and those without.
