Being no one, going nowhere
Sitting alone In the middle of nowhere Feeling like a warrior Who lost his army Vulnerable - I would say And by that, I mean having no option Other than…
Sitting alone In the middle of nowhere Feeling like a warrior Who lost his army Vulnerable - I would say And by that, I mean having no option Other than…
There is a poem written by Portia Nelson – and actually a book too – called: “There is a hole in my sidewalk”. The poem talks about how we fall into the same patterns over and over, until we gain awareness and discover we have the freedom to choose something else.
Einstein said: "Ego is an optical illusion of consciousness." Many centuries before him Buddha compared this illusion to mistakenly seeing a snake where there is only a piece of rope and…
In the openness of Now I shift from thinking to awareness Rising above the dimmed mind There I stand in the beautiful naked body of Presence Timeless, Ageless, Deathless Unimpaired…
As now unfolds In a flowing stream of present moments Journey from town to town Becomes illusory movement In a ocean of stillness Timeless awareness Watching through my eyes All…
Today, for a moment, stillness came my way. As the busy life continues all around, as sounds, forms, thoughts and everything continues to rush, an all-pervading inner stillness, silent and refreshing,…