My words make probably no difference, but I will never give up writing

Because only when I write, I understand and cure myself.

Because only The Word saves me from the spiritual
collapse of this desert world.

Self-knowledge – the most daunting taboo

The one maintaining to know himself, doesn´t have a clue who he is.

Utterly speaking, the problem is not the lack of self-knowledge, but claiming to know, these obstinate people in fact neither want to know, nor discover themselves.

Being spontaneous is your greatest fear

Originally posted on Mirrors of Encounters:

This very moment is unknown, imponderable, untraceable…

Life is a challenge thrown at you moment by moment, but you obstinately
try to keep away and defend yourself from this insight.
Spontaneity always involves a risk – a risk you are never prepared to assume.

As…

You play it safe. You play it tepid.

You long to live, but you´re killing each moment with your phony expectation.

The ready-made is nowadys your Bible.
False answer is your constant answer.

Aren´t you tired of yourself?

Why don´t you take a risk? Strip yourself of what you know!

For a change, stop playing it safe, cause you´re playing it dead.

Can´t you stop defining yourself through fear of loss?

Learn to lose, and you might find out that You are this spontaneous Breath – this liberated second…- a mystery beyond your thought…

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Who would you be without your illusions?

Originally posted on Mirrors of Encounters:

Dale Carnegie once admitted to some friends that although he was a billionaire he was utterly unhappy and miserable. “I was better off when I was young and poor, having an ideal to accomplish”, he openly admitted. “Now I have everything I wished for, but no motivation left, no reason to struggle.”

So oftentimes, I can´t help chuckling when I look around: everybody is running a terrible race, frantically chasing success. They worry, they fight, they can kill for their reckless desire to achieve. To make it.

The worst possible scenario for many though, would be if their dreams came true. Imagine Abundance and Happiness coming their way:

“From now on, we are all yours. You could have it all…”

God forbid:

What would become of them if they out stopped struggling, chasing, tormenting themselves?…

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Whatever you explain, you kill

That doesn’t mean that what you don’t explain is necessarily alive…

Which fool do you want to be?

Only a fool would deny what the evidence says.

On the other hand it is only a fool that would believe what the evidence says.

Somewhere inside of all us is a memory of that changeless dwelling place

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