Can we ever grasp the inconceivable?
2014/12/31 4 Comments
A reminder
2014/12/26 1 Comment
Words are mere symbols that point us to something that cannot be expressed in words or any other kind of symbol.
Who learns, and what is to be learned?…
2014/12/23 6 Comments
Can´t we simply drop learnedness for a change?…especially when it comes to living…
What if Life is about un-knowing, about un-learning?…
What if the very attempt to learn – that is, to acquire knowledge -, is the most gruesome waste of precious life…?
By constantly indulging in learning, we create time. Time meaning distance between the knower and the known. Time being another name for frustration and sadness…for disappointment…
What if the past and future time is gone, leaving us no choice than smile?
Indeed…
What if?
The end of all tales
2014/12/22 3 Comments
Everything I know, or think to know, makes me sad. Despondent. Miserable…
If I remain within the specific – and thus narrowing – limits of my lifelong experience, I am doomed…Likewise, if I remain a victim of my anticipation, constantly projecting my experience in the so-called future, I unbeknownst maintain and generate the same flawed image of me, with its fears, shortcomings and abysmal regrets…
Do I want that?…- cause this is the real question:
Do I find any sense in tormenting and beating up myself?
Is it any gain in self-punishment?…
Or am I aware that everything I think I know is simply a point of view…? – a rather prejudiced and incomplete outlook on life, based on an outlandish story I have been inventing and telling myself…
Can I put behind me the thought of me? – that is, the idea of me being a linear creature with a past and a future – and instead, plunge into the Timeless Presence of Me, into the No Tale of me, into The Miracle of the Unknown Me…
Beyond tolerance or acceptance
2014/12/17 2 Comments
She:
I’m beginning to think there is no real thing as love and acceptance maybe just tolerance. And trusting anyone with real feelings is just asking for heartache. No one has the time nor is anyone inclined to understand anyone else, not really.
Me:
What we call “tolerance” is usually another form of intolerance…”I am beginning to think” breeds consequently intolerance, with other words, resistance as an answer to lovelessness.
I have said this million times before, but that seems our hardest setback – THINKING…
Where thought – that is identification – is present, Love is absent.
How can we be inclined to understand anyone else when we live in falseness…? When we, indeed, do anything in our might to defend our right to be wrong, to be biased…when the only “love” we know is fearing, controlling and thus taking revenge on the other…
No…we don´t have the time to love…because that would entail that we question our identification with Thought…- with WHO WE THINK WE ARE…
Only thought accepts or doesn´t accept.
Love is beyond tolerance or acceptance.
LOVE SIMPLY EMBRACES ALL.
Take your responsibilty to love and be alive
2014/12/08 Leave a comment
You must have felt it – that feeling of despondency as if being trapped within yourself beyond escape. That utter isolation, hopelessness of not being able to reach out. Nobody to reach. Nobody interested to see or hear…Just indefinable isolation all the way in to the marrow of your being.
What is this inner pain about really? Can we find out what it is without trying again to escape from it? If we don´t find out what pain is, we will continue be the slaves of our isolation.
Yes, somebody left us in the lurch – our mother or father…? – there was no one there to follow us wisely, care, hold and embrace us attentively. See us for real. We were left by ourselves, having to bear both their pain as well as ours. You couldn´t talk to anyone. Nobody listened, or if they listened didn´t hear. Nobody was disposed…
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