we suddenly woke up to find our fists clenched tightly.
We assumed we had precious diamonds in our hands and held onto them through thousands of years of wind, rain and sun.
Ultimately, battling an infinite world with finite will, we were forced to reveal our palms.
As the diamonds flew in the wind they turned to dust.
But life is harder than a fairytale.. and our fear of losing diamonds
did not magically fly away with them.
Only when despair reached an unbearable climax,
a line was carved deep enough into our minds.
Light could shine through the crack,
we are still in the dark..but now we know the way out.

Changing Behaviour

You can do anything you set your mine to..
but how to set your mind to something is an interesting subtle process
requiring effort and time,
that is sometimes brushed under the rug and treated as a minor detail.

Music lost to my ears,
it blends into the crowd like an echo of a lost time..
a time repeated blindly in empty gestures,
mechanically we dance to the same tune..
How we will be startled and awakened in that distant future when
the voice of a new saviour will remind us of the power of a
single note, played without confusion, when that
note is the direct complement of the silence from which it came.
The gong is struck again, and it shakes the universe..
For a moment the world opens its eyes and ears, and you fly
in space, walk through the bottom of an ocean, pass through the heart
of the planet, sit on the surface of the sun, just through the power of
your own clarity.

It occurred to me there is a snowball effect in interacting with the other sex: We are not authentic because we are afraid of getting hurt, and because we are not authentic we create discomfort in the other side that manifests in negative responses that hurt us.

Return of a KING

Thrown out of hell,
haven't landed anywhere yet.

Floating in limbo, dark stars around.

Shadows are the bars of your prison cell.
Thrown out of hell, haven't landed anywhere.

Preparing for the return of the king,
where new freedom will be revealed.

Coming out of the clouds he will say,
your slate is clean.

You find you are on soft ground.

A moment of sunlight

every night the demons arise,
and every day there is at least a moment of sunlight,
in which I take a small step piercing the darkness
by the time I return to the void demons will be far away from me


a moment of sunlight in the evening goes to all the
rouge souls.. at the end of a day I see what stays with me
from all the choices made. I see what makes a mark on a nameless
soul. The moment you chose to smile to a stranger in need.
The moment you chose to breathe to the fake smiles around
The tempted mind that talks to blind itself to the world

A moment of sunlight in the evening goes to all
determined souls..
at the wake of the night I see what stays with me
from the debts of my name..I see what weights of the past
have been lifted from my heart.
The weight of regret of a bold action not taken
The weight of insisting on another gold coin
The contracted mind that seeks to protect itself from the world

A moment of sunlight when the dawn comes goes to all
evolving souls..
at the rise of a day I see what's come to me
from the infinite void
a strength to walk through a thorny road
A clarity that dispels a cloud above
A wind that flows like a river of love.

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,
..an angry child looks at the world
with a primal sense of wonder.

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

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.

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.

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.