Rather estranged than myself

We´d rather give away our freedom, than taking the risk of getting to know ourselves.

They´ll remain strangers…spending their whole life in self-avoidance

Every single moment of being unhappy is a huge failure

Hard to swallow this one ha?…Of course, it sounds totally far-off…

But mark my words:


The Joy of perfect non-achievement…



Playing it safe is playing it dead

I have no interest or patience with people who snore away their lives

For whoever is ready to hear

To be able to play a musical instrument well, along with technical skill, it requires ABOVE ALL, a formidable unforced yet swift and alert attention.

Not only that Music asks for heeding and hearing each and every Instant as if it was new, but it demands the impossible: namely, to be aware of tones which go in fractions of seconds

I repeat: not seconds but fractions of seconds.

Imagine you being compelled to find order and right relation between those tones in that intense velocity. AND YET… If I make an analogy, one needs that incredible sensitivity, inner sharpness and rest when it comes to “outwitting” and de-conditioning the obsolete mind…

Only in that unspeakable speed can we deal with mind in all its insidious entitlements:

Thought, name, time, corporeity, memory, experience…

Alert and Choiceless Attention Now is the highest form of spirituality

Either you see it now and wake up, or you will find it appropriate to continue snoozing…

Fear of losing is manifestly fear of finding

Isn´t it so?…

In this world, the truth-teller is always reckoned to exaggerate,
while the liars are unquestionably right.