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