Thursday, November 18, 2010

To make a change in life,
you have to create an overwhelming desire for that change,
strong enough to overwhelm the force of habit.
Time wasted, by senseless pride,
..delaying the inevitable fall,
....delaying the glorious rise that follows.
......Postponing for years
........the predictable words
..........`I need you', `I want you',
............`I resent what you did', `You hurt me'.
............With each cycle of struggle and surrender,
..........we spiral inwards,
........closer to the truth,
......pretenses fall,
....angry tears fall, angry child looks at the world
with a primal sense of wonder.

Friday, October 29, 2010

Bringing naturalness into complex behavior.
Synthesizing the Intellectual and the Natural.
Our task is to bring the divine into the intellectual.

Thursday, October 21, 2010

When you sit alone, in a room with only white walls,
all you have left is the music of the stars.
It's a melody that never fails.
When you are climbing a smooth wall with nothing
to hold on to,
you cry and fall infinitely ,
you realize you have no choice.
but to surrender to the dull, sterile perfection
of the music of the stars.
In perfect blackness your cries are not heard,
and your anguish does not intrude on the music of the stars.
When you die your soul rises out of the ocean of your tears,
floating in the perfect peace of the music of the stars.

Sunday, May 30, 2010

The things that with time have become dear to me;
words written on a crumpled page at a moment of despair,
unexpectedly transformed into beauty,
when the soul recognized for a moment how its journey is
leaving its unique mark on an eternal canvas.

A room where mundane lonely boring moments passed. Nothing but
a table, chair and a carpet, will be remembered as a
place of creation and rejuvenation; an important stop on a legendary journey.

A piece of music being heard again and again, without ever being fully grasped,
is understood in hindsight as a Zen koan, not meant to be figured out, but
just to lead the soul in a discovery of something else.

This unique story I am to live. This one reflection out of trillions I am assigned to be..
my truest nature is in that reflection.

Monday, May 17, 2010

My friend, how we are at the mercy of our emotions.
Sitting here alone I feel love towards you,
waiting to share warm and intimate moments with you.
But who knows what storm will be upon me when we actually meet.
I may very well be cold, distant and angry at you.
I wonder, is it pointless to try to gain any satisfaction from each other?
It seems inevitable that we only share dull empty moments.
That always one of us, if not both us, will be trapped in his inner agony when
we meet.
Could you help find the inspiration to fight this inner agony?
Can you convince me the light at the other end is worth the journey?
How will you convince a slave to revolt against his master?
Can you ensure him will be any happier when he is free?
Perhaps, he will endure a harsh battle, only to end up serving another master,
no better than the first?

The answer comes..
What is always worthwhile in this world?
Any expression of the pure mental qualities:
Strength, truth, love.

Sunday, May 16, 2010

I think of my love everyday and
plan my conquest.
Meanwhile, of those who love me, I say
`why spend your time in a doomed battle?
My mind is set so rigidly. Your maneuvers at best scratch
its outer walls, yet you rejoice with every scratch inflicted.'
Why do we seek an impenetrable fortress, to hack at its walls for all our lives?
If we continue this way, in the lives to come we will be nothing but rocks and mountains.
To save our kingdom, a hero among us must volunteer to leave the fortress,
and be cut into pieces by the starved mob.
Their fire will be consumed. The whole world outside will be destroyed by that fire;
and that hero will be free forever.

Monday, May 03, 2010

I cry, you cry
everybody crying.

I die, you die
everybody dying.

I reach out, you reach out
everybody reaching out.

I miss, you miss
everybody missing.

I reach out to you,
only when I know you are reaching out to him.

You reach out to him,
only when you know he is reaching out to outer space.

You're in line, I'm in line,
everybody in line.

He's walking, She's walking,
everybody in the same direction.

1st in line falling into the abyss, 2nd falling into the abyss
everybody faithful.

I fear hell, you fear hell,
everybody fearful, everybody faithful.

I bribe the keeper of heaven's gate, you bribe the keeper of heaven's gate,
everybody greedy, everybody fearful, everybody faithful.

I want to be happy, you want to be happy.

I am happy when you are happy,
you are happy when he is happy.

Who will volunteer to be happy first?
Who will give up being faithful, fearful and greedy?

Thursday, April 29, 2010

Wired in, we are at the mercy of the chains we created.
I ask for mercy. I ask for a miracle I do not deserve.

I am fed constantly, wired in, constant feedback.
Nothing new will ever be needed.
The matrix can survive forever.
It requires only the ability to react endlessly to the same
I don't dream of rain anymore, and am surprised that
tears of beauty can still fall from my cheeks.
Perhaps there is an essence that cannot be erased.
No sin can taint god.
Lengthening the journey by decillions of years does not shake

An essence hidden by the time I get to the next line.
Feelings of eternity become meaningless after a second of anxiety.
Again, I try to stick the tubes deeper inside me. Eternity is just
abstract for me now, and I trade it for a second's relief.

I have heard of liberation, but have not witnessed something that
would make me give up the comforting matrix.

Is there something worthwhile between the lines?
I don't know and have no preferred answer at this moment.

At this moment I would give up the part of me asking the question.
`Why didn't I take the blue pill?'
`Like a splinter in my mind'
Forces in my mind take me one step to the left,
and then to the right.

Monday, April 26, 2010

No satisfaction,
in the crumbs I gather,
from your table,
that you missed in a moment of distraction.
I make them my main course,
and live like a hungry ghost,

Won't you give your heart completely ,
in this moment we share?
End a thousand years of hunger,
which I've been serving faithfully.

No satisfaction,
in the shadow of your beauty,
only a faint memory,
a copy of a copy

Won't you be with me completely,
in this moment we must share?
going on like hungry ghosts,
you share my sentence without need.

No satisfaction, in the crumbs I gather
from a shadow of the world I used to live in.
Lift me to a higher plane,
fill me with your attention,
You know we lift each other up.

`Come on to me, with all the life inside you,
I will give you what you need, I know by now I must.'

Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Life and death,
Blooming and decay,
at the same moment.

Maybe this reality is more beautiful than artificial perfection.
It does not presume to be invincible.
You cannot defeat it; as it does not try to defend anything
that can die.

Each form it lets you destroy has a firmer one behind it.
Thus, taking reality's side, you grow safer with each loss;
your joy more stable, your tears more pure, the music you hear sweeter.

Friday, March 19, 2010

Hands of gold,
anything he touched came from the gods
he had only to wish it clearly.
But so many veils made those clear moments rare.

Perhaps he lived for just one moment of clarity.
A flower that blooms and withers.
He is only a servant, and his existence is
only for performing one deed with perfection.

Thursday, March 11, 2010

I try to change the habit of my mind, in moments of unpleasantness and pleasantness.
In moments of pleasantness I say `may those in suffering also experience such moments of physical and mental pleasantness' and `may I enjoy this moment without getting lost in intoxication as this pleasantness will pass (it is already passing as I write this)' and may I behave with body, speech and mind in a way that will guarantee much more pleasant moments.

Tuesday, March 09, 2010


The miracle of music, taking you to a higher place, with no effort or wisdom on your part

Sunday, March 07, 2010

פה כאבתי
פה חבויה דמעה שעוד לא זלגה
פה בית נשמתי מאחורי דלת סגורה

לכאן אחזור עם אור שישחרר את כולם
אחרי מסע תעתועים מסביב לעולם
ובתוך ראשי

פה הספרים שקראתי בנעוריי על אפלטון
ועל שפינוזה,
מעודדים אותי לפתור מצוקה בעזרת לוגיקה טהורה

הם חיים לצד פנטזיות על שער בלונדיני ועיניים כחולות
וחיוך שמרפא הכל

הם חיים לצד מבוכה של נער
שלא שנון מספיק
לא מגניב בכלל
עם יותר מדי פחד
ויותר מדי פצעי בגרות

הגיע הזמן לפלח את כל אלה באורו הנשגב של הטבע,
ולא רק ללטש את בועתי המטופחת

Tuesday, February 09, 2010

My Rainbow

Do you want to see what I discovered, when I was buried underground?
I had no choice but to free my soul. I now live on a rainbow up high in the stars.
I am a god, just a small one, with happiness known to few.

I have a few millions years to rest now. I listen to and make divine music,
where I play not with strings, but with atoms in space. As I make
them dance, colors and sounds and emotions dance.

The other young gods glide by occasionally, to have their divine senses entertained.
They feel all the atoms in their subtle bodies vibrate gently in response to the music.
They pick up not just the pitch of sound , but the timbre, the higher frequencies, the structure over time and space, and they see shapes composed of smaller ones that are in turn composed of smaller ones.. up to a million to trillion levels of compositions according to their faculties. They are absorbed in the richness of their experience of shape and light and vibration of atoms, changing with the music.

We play in creativity exploring the finite but almost countless possibilities of our sensual experience, that smoothly yields to every subtle thought and wish arising in our mind.
When we are tired of playing we rest in the deep bliss which is the fruit of our accumulated purities. Lying down under an eternal non-imposing sun we feel the warmth and lightness,
light as a feather, nothing hard or harsh can touch us.

Our heart beats with contentedness, having reached a resting place after so much wandering, pain and tears.

Wednesday, February 03, 2010


Peace be upon to falling brothers.
Peace be upon to shaken mothers.
May heavenly peace fall upon those in agony,
those buried in hell, looking above with despair.

Peace be upon the man I scolded,
whom I mistakenly forgot was my brother.
He too looks at empty skies, and thinks,
`may peace fall upon me'.

I see how my joy is fragile.
I fade away more every time I am separated from it.
May it be an unshakable beam of light!
on which I will rest forever.

Separated from joy, I know one day that will be no more.
For bliss pervades my body more and more.

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

Buddha and Proofs

It occurred to me that Gotama the Buddha could be viewed as a rigorous mathematician, who while presented with overwhelming evidence for a theorem, still insists to see a formal proof.
Gotama was presented with overwhelming evidence that `life was good': For example, he was given 3 palaces, to optimize the atmospheric conditions according to the season, where all servants\workers were female. But not just materialistically, also spiritually, he reached what was considered in those days the highest mental state - a.k.a the 8th Jhana - a.k.a the base of neither perception or non-perception - which according to the belief of that day, guarantees rebirth in a plane where life lasts trillions and trillions of years (this maybe a pessimistic estimate) and pretty much each moment is full of bliss that is many-fold times greater than the finest sensual experience a human is capable of experiencing.
It striked me as very mathematician-like that in this situation where any `normal' person would be completely satisfied - Gotama asked `well.. still in such a life, can I really be sure there is no suffering at all?'

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