And you won´t know what to say…

Mirrors of Encounters

I have gone through a rather turbulent period lately – this insidious Wasteland is abusively but subtly perverting everything, constantly stealing and depriving me of my force and energy, so lately, I have been very confused, no longer knowing where I am heading.

So earlier today, sitting in a cafe, I kind of heard within this voice saying clearly,
“I am the one with no past or future, I am movement without moving…”

At first I didn´t quite understand the significance of these words in that particular moment.

There were other things being “said” inside of me at the same time, but I was kind of short of words….
I felt I knew, but I didn´t know how to put it, I didn´t know what to say

Some moments later, I happenes to read GENDUN RINPOCHE´S words, and lo!…these were the words that I felt earlier, but couldn´t utter…

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The pressure of conforming to current lies

Mirrors of Encounters

Sometimes I know exactly what I want to say and articulate, and yet something within me stops me … preventing and thwarting me, like stealing my words, as if threatening me to constantly keep a low profile, never saying the truth…

Maybe it has to do with the fact that all my life I was tacitly told to obey “the natural course” and keep my mouth shut, and I have internalized this permanent ban in order to survive among these liars…

I have frustrated my natural impulse to express myself naturally and unimpeded, making a habit of not being permissive with myself, not allowing myself to behave and act naturally.

Damn it, this curse is about to end!

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Do what truth tells you to do

…and you will see a difference in the way feel.

Where relation is absent there is nothing to reach out for

We flee life and so we flee each other.

We thus project ourselves in a loose scenario which constantly
takes us further and further from the natural encounter…

We have jam or marmelade but no toast to put it on.

Where there is fear of life, there is thirst for supremacy

The one who has thus seen through the inanity of fear,
truly lives and thrives and has no time for such idiotic
things as superiority, arrogance and power-seeking.

Yes, quite so…

Modern man makes a virtue out of being dead. Not only that he is not ashamed for not living, but he takes a big pride in refusing to live.

Contradiction or daunting schizofrenia?….

They wanna be someone but
fiercely struggle to remain
No One.