Tuesday, June 19, 2012

We are a Visionary Bloom in the Void

As you don´t clearly & continuously realize that it is all a hallucination made out of mindstuff, ignorant wrinkles on the surface of it, you go on being a victim of this first defilement of Individuation, of ´making-out´seeing & perceiving which is the basis of ignorance.

As I look at your body, I realize it is just a visionary bloom in the void, it has no hold on Reality. Where do the elements come from, that give your body its bodiness, and how do they sojourn here?... They come from everywhere; this is a Sea of Mystery.

Jack Kerouac

Wednesday, June 13, 2012

We Are Spectators

It is well to give when asked, but it is better to give unasked through understanding; and to the open-handed the search for one who shall receive is joy greater than giving.

And is there aught you would withhold?

All you have shall someday be given; therefore give now that the season of giving may be yours and not your inheritors´.

You often say, "I would give but only to the deserving." The trees in your orchard say not so, nor the flocks in your pasture. They give that they may live, for to withold is to perish.

Surely he who is worthy to receive his days and nights is worthy of all else from you. And who has deserved to drink from the ocean of life deserves to fill his cup from your little stream.

And what desert greater shall there be, than that which lies in the courage and the confidence, nay the charity, of receiving?

And who are you that men should render their bosom and unveil their pride, that you may see their worth naked and their pride unabashed?

See first that you yourself deserve to be a giver, and an instrument of giving.

For in truth it is life that gives unto life- while you, who deem yourself a giver are but a witness.

The Prophet, Khalil Gibran


This place is everything your mind was oblivious of, a place your dreams wished not to dream. It is lonely and dusty, noisy. Never had my ears heard such noise. Though apparently abandoned there are no empty spaces, there is room for nothing, belief upon belief spring up in this arid well, making the well juiceless. So many voices wanting to be heard yet detoured in human-ness. India has aproximately 330 million deities. Earth turned so many times, all that remains is earth, dust, sand. The blossom is rare. Maybe this is the reason so many pilgrims find truth, life is easy to recognize in the midst of a lack of water, in a desert.

Further than this fact is even if we thought we were out of water the real source is and always has been inexhaustible no matter how dry we´ve left the well.