Who is to educate eventually?

More often than not, the child, not being burdened by experience
and having thus its instincts unadulterated, knows more about reality
than the parents do.

After all, who´s supposed to tutor who?…

The summit of confusion

…is reached by unceasingly searching amongst objects
for that which is non-objective.
– Wu Hsin

My question to you

…is not how you live through your days, months and years,
but above all:

WHAT DO YOU DO WITH THE SPACE BETWEEN
SECOND AND SECOND?….

What is Joy

Mirrors of Encounters

There are some very valuable topics I´ve been intending to write on. Joy,
is one among them – but I kind of didn´t find the right “touch”.

So instead of waiting for the adequate formulation, which can be a terrible waste of time,
I thought I´d better write certain posts, even if they feel like loose drafts. Sometimes, it seems that even the syntax is superfluous as long as the message is vivid and true. After all, it is not the form, but the content which needs to come out.

In fact I prefer a happy and clever illiterate than an insipid, infelicitous scholar.

Joy is creation.
Joy is center.
Joy is always Now.
Joy is timeless.
Joy is energy.

Joy is freedom.
Joy is always perfect timing.
Joy is success.
Joy is knowledge.
Joy is Truth.

Joy is Peace.
Joy is inspiration.
Joy is gratitude.

Joy is openness.
Joy needs no question…

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The mirrors are shivering in silent ecstasy

Gaze beyond the veil…

The Core

By Steve Taylor

It can take a whole lifetime to become yourself
years of feeling adrift and alone
trying to be someone you could never be
wearing clothes that don’t fit you
stammering in a language you weren’t meant to speak
trying to pass yourself off as normal
but always feeling clumsy and unnatural
like a stranger pretending to be at home
and knowing that everyone can sense your strangeness
and resenting you because you don’t belong.
But slowly, through years of exploration
you see a landmark that you suddenly recognise
hear vague whispers that seem to make sense
strangely familiar words, as if you had spoken them yourself
ideas that resonate deep down as if you already knew them
and slowly, your confidence grows,
and you walk faster, now you sense the right direction
and feel the magnetic pull home.
And now you begin to excavate,
to peel away the layers of conditioning
to shed the skins of your flimsy, false self
to discard those habits and desires which you absorbed until
you reach the solid rock beneath
the shining molten core of you.
And now there is no more uncertainty
your path is clear, your course is fixed
and this bedrock of your being is so solid and stable
that there’s no need for acceptance nor belonging
no fear of exclusion nor ridicule
and everything you is right and true
and deep and whole with authenticity.
But don’t stop, this is only the half way point –
maybe even just the beginning.
Once you’ve reached the core
keep exploring but more subtly
keep excavating, but more delicately
and you’ll keep unearthing new layers, finding new depths
until you reach the point which is no point
where the core dissolves
and the solid rock melts like ice
and the self loses it’s boundary
and expands to encompass the whole.
A self even stronger and more true
because it is no self at all.
A self you had to find
so that you could lose it.