Beingness prior to doingness.Blissful beauty prior to doing,learning, healing, growing,connecting, becoming …never a subject to or affectedby the contents of doingness.The stillness prior to that. Prior to ‘me’ there is life.The ‘me’ has no life. Life has ‘me’.That which is only an illusionof the self-reflectiveproperty of awareness.But, hey, it’s nothing there.The awareness is aware of… Continue reading Beingness prior to doingness
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Illusion of waking up
Illusion and waking up from an illusion are parts of the illusion. Dreaming and waking up both happen within the dream. The matrix and escaping the matrix are both parts of the matrix. The illusion can be seen but not escaped. There’s no one who can wake up / escape from anything. There’s no one… Continue reading Illusion of waking up
Unfathomable
I threw away everything.All the pointers,all the words,the mind,the emptiness, consciousness,nothing and everything.I don’t care anymore.This delightful unfathomablewithout a thought.Just pure freedomof the manta rayswimming through the ocean,sometimes lucid,sometimes shimmering,sometimes dry,sometimes dark as a night.And vast.Just endlessly slidingwithout direction,without a purpose,without.I don’t care anymore.Just this immense freedomwith no edges to find.Just sliding, sliding …as a… Continue reading Unfathomable
The End of the Game
THE END OF THE GAME This is a radical investigation, and I’m collecting and sharing impressions of studying THE END OF THE GAME / amazon.com/dp/B07HGHGL68 / by S. Wolinsky where portals to the Absolute are precisely deconstructed. An understanding of portals / youtu.be/87DmQkTvj0Y / is necessary prior to the deconstruction of portals. The portals (light,… Continue reading The End of the Game
Great Seal, Great Perfection
Just a tiny blossomin the vast fields of infinityavailable and readyalready being touchedby the light of theGREAT SEAL. This burningso fatal yet liberatingfrom inside outfrom outside incan you find the direction? There’s no wayno movementno directionno nothing. Yet the way opensspontaneouslythrough the burningof the heart. Offering itselfavailable and readyto receive the raysof nothingness andthe touch… Continue reading Great Seal, Great Perfection
A solitary song of the bird
Sometimes there appears a turning point or a break through in our lives. It is as we (slowly) build a momentum toward it or better, this momentum is unfolding through us, not knowing where it leads. For me it seems my whole life was somehow a preparation on this one. There were so many bigger… Continue reading A solitary song of the bird
Ilie Cioara – MAHAMUDRA – Direct Path
While I have been enjoying the off-grid wilderness of the islands for a while (until my food supplies were empty and my fasting enthusiasm exhausted), my contemplative study and exploration were about several mystic texts, so I’m connecting a few dots. ILIE CIOARA At first, I was deeply touched by the raw mystic power and… Continue reading Ilie Cioara – MAHAMUDRA – Direct Path
SPANDA
The concept of SPANDA originates in the nondual tradition of Kashmir and is less known elsewhere. Abinahavagupta called spanda the “pulsation of the ecstasy of the Divine Consciousness.” It seems to be a linking quality between the energy/body/consciousness and can manifest as a “sacred tremor”. Do I know it? I don’t know. I can’t know… Continue reading SPANDA
A Statue of Eternity
Raindrops fallinginside vastness of my bodyas silver stringsinfused with delight.Everything is at great pause.A statue of eternity.Only the heart can comprehendstillnessin frog’s mantra,supreme restin fluffy branches kissing the airand velvet warmthof the raypenetrating through a creviceof the limitless face. Everything is at great pause.A statue of eternity.Everything is buddhaand body of the bodhi tree. –… Continue reading A Statue of Eternity
Notes from ordinariness
Nothing is happeningbut all is here.I open and closemy eyesto see the difference.I cannot notice it.Just dwelling.Everything is stillwith the sweet sounds of birds.I can’t find myselfbut still, I am.I have nothing to tell youbut still, I speak.I have nothing to give youbut still, you take.Trembling of the spacereminds me all is life.Stillness of the… Continue reading Notes from ordinariness