The pathless dream

The light is sighing

Dreaming
of undreamed colours

These sorrowful lips
whisper:

Do you bear a name?

Oh, my name is forlorn

I am these forgotten paths,
Untrodden by steps

Untrodden by yearning

I am the meadows
of indelible fragrance

This meandering beauty

This fading chant
of your afternoon

The master of Forgetfulness

When I am quiet and serene, than The Secret Guest comes and inspires me.

He speaks through fragrance, through joyful silence. His soothing presence is like pouring water. His smile makes all colours rejoice. There is Music in his glance. Gardens in his breath.

He has me drink from the fountain of Oblivion. He speaks low to me, I write his words and then forget.

Yes, He is the master of Forgetfulness.

Who puts the price?

We mostly consider the price and not the value. How do you value the fragrance of a rose…?

Who can put the price for your being able to breathe it…?

Life – a magic fleeing moment

To free yourself from every expectation, to forget whatever happened yesterday, last week or last year, to forget even what happened ten minutes ago.

This is Freedom, to empty yourself, constantly, purposely holding on to nothing but this very moment. Incredible creative energy erupts from this very emptiness – it is you face to face with the ineffable you, with this magic fleeing moment.

When you let this emptiness guide you, you are being remembered…It is not you having your memories, you realize in fact that Memory has you. She knows…In this elusive but sharp receptiveness, your prerogative is your attention, your readiness to listen gently, letting the story unfold itself, second by second with no interference. The intricate veils of unknown memory, may show you things in a mazy light you never expected to see…

Be still! If you are not careful enough, a second too early or to late and the connection is gone…the flavour is gone. Know that fragrance can be more trustworthy than your thought, let fragrance guide you with its light step.

Tread slowly, you never know when Perfume comes…

Be empty my friend, cause “sensitive” is to be empty. Sensitive is to be happy. Emptiness is joy, delight…In emptiness you thrive, and your perception will be swift and clear… Then you can discern the indiscernable…

Dare to not know – this is sensitivity. To be sensitive is “listen and let go”, accept meekly and follow this inaudible sound and whisper. The life story seem to make no sense at first, it may open doors where logic has no access, it may show you things you at first
don´t understand. You have to be bold enough to let these whispers show you where to go.

It is just the two of you. You and this unknown voice. You and Life!

Listen!

Not here, not there…in-between

When you travel to a nice destination you can almost taste that exciting feeling – it´s like leaving behind everything old and embracing Now, the fragrance of every moment. It´s like you are somewhere in between the old and the new, in some kind of rain-coloured twilight zone, when the freshness of every breath, the vividness and simplicity of every encounter with someone or something, becomes your natural share. You reach and you are reached… Oh, that feeling is so great… you are empty-handed and yet, the master of the world.

You enjoy freedom through the lesson of letting go… you can easily let go when you are happy…

Can we be happy now, when we – so to say – “are not travelling”…? Can we remind ourselves that every moment is a journey, and the Real Destination is Now?