Monday, November 26, 2018

Flirting with Existence


Do you want to feel more alive than everyday life?
...
More alive?
Can you?!

You know you can, you have felt it, maybe it’s not living, maybe it’s something else, a deeper/lighter/bigger/expansive, an unscope feeling of breathing, moving and I guess, something closer to existing.

... I know what it is to exist. I live, and exist in a palpable way, but I wonder if I shouldn’t be closer to the stars, to nature itself if I want to affirm and believe that I exist. Scientist will tell me that obviously I do, but with some imagination, even that can be discussed. I can’t understand it using its opposite, to not exist, as I also don’t know what it feels like.

Do you think that to exist you need to feel, and once you stop feeling you cease to exist?
... Well, dead people don’t feel.
So, the more you feel, the more alive you’ll be?
Seems to fit into it.

A lot of people think or believe or know they feel — but that’s thinking or believing or knowing; not feeling. To be alive is feeling — not knowing or believing or thinking. No one can be taught to feel, it takes courage, for it’s a one-self private experience that comes with many risks, but I’d say, risks that are surely worth taking, or so I feel

We must assume our existence as broadly as we in any way can; everything, even the unheard-of, must be possible in it. That is at bottom the only courage that is demanded of us: to have courage for the most strange, the most singular and the most inexplicable that we may encounter.
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Rainer Maria Rilke

To be alive is an amazing feeling, and look at some of the synonyms for the word “amazing”: surprising, bewildering, stunning, staggering, shocking, startling, stupefying, breathtaking, perplexing, confounding, dismaying, disconcerting, shattering; unbelievable… scary, isn't it?
A mystery walk into the woods of the unknown.

But it's this flirting with the unknown, the urge to go beyond the boundaries of the established, taught, that feeds our creative impulse, that's makes us want to feel more, and strive into feeling more alive. Yes you can feel more alive, if you allow yourself to feel and embrace all the feelings that come with the openness and courage to be vulnerable to feelings. Feel them, talk about them, but don't keep them. Let them fly free as water!





Sunday, November 18, 2018



In a silent space.
I hear a voice
It whispers...
It sings...
At times it even cries out...

Like a wave
When it breaks on the ocean shore
It falls into pieces
Of that, which is called "me"


Particles of "me", particles of "you"...
Particles of "we"
The endless facets of a diamond
United in one breath

The beat of my heart echoes yours
A rhythm that resonates in every living thing
What if this voice that speaks in me
Is a key?
For a non-existing door...
Careful and unsure....
I take flight...

What do I know?
So much...but somehow nothing...

And if I'm honest with myself
All those memories
Short ones and long-lasting....
Are just dust....

What if I start from scratch...the empty page...
Stop running...
YES! This time, I'm here...
And to all those years...months'...and days..
I give thanks... I give thanks...

I stand on the cliff of my mind
It cries out in fear:
"Don't jump! You'll die"...

Those whirling thoughts....
As autumn leaves lifted by a wind
They dance... and sing:
"What will happen if you dive deep within?"

Face these guardian demons...
That are holding souls in chains..
As it seems...

Beliefs... dogmas... ideals... standards...
Theatrical performances...
Such fear games...

Who is that "true me"?
Who's hiding behind all these masks?
Absorbing the whole world
Who's writing all those stories?
It's like someone created a game and lives in it...

What if I stop for a moment...
Take rest from all these thoughts
Letting the world "be"... as it is...

Trusting heart's purity..
Into a Great Sea I dive...
Who am I?
Please answer!

I'm falling again...
Doubts are crawling in...
My wings got twisted...

Despair, disappointment...
Because of these questions-answers...
Mind games...

Loneliness and sadness...
These old companions...
So demanding...

I'm tired of myself, fighting…
Illusionary symbols...
Pretended sharing...
If you give, we give...
We are more and they are less...
Defining whites, blacks...reds....yellow...blue...
Only some are useful ...
But...is it all really true?!

All I believe in...
Just like passing clouds
Only stories...
All kinds...

I let them go...
And the need to know...
What...when...and why....

I lay down upon Mother Earth...
Trusting... she knows it all!

We give her names...
Dividing her by visible lines
While…
She is undivided and One!

Why not to choose peace…?
The choiceless peace!

I'm trusting this moment, opening...
My heart is opening...

Where is this meeting place with myself?
Yes! I know…it's inside...

But a soul...
No age...or race...or situation...
She smiles...
Smiles...she is...
And fear disappears when I'm BEING THAT!

Standing on Earth...
And also in the skies...
It’s quite effortless to die...knowing...
And to be born again...
Without dying...

How to describe in words what I feel?
Just smiling...
Breathing into joy...

Each dawn I'm born
Each night I die...
Dissolving "the who" and "what" and "why"

I'm a man...and a woman also...
I'm a bird...a child...
Clouds...and a sky...
I'm a stone in a stream
And a wave...that whispers to a shore:
Here...I am...

The sun is setting...
A gentle breeze is caresses my skin...
All senses are resting...
And calmness...is here....
Loving heart's space...
I exist...
Me doesn't

All is...

And every change is just a new beginning...