It requires tremendous courage to no longer take refuge in any idea or concept to tell us who we are and what this life is. In the uncertain, ahistorical, acausal heart of reality, there is no confirmation for personal identity. There is no “awakening” here, no enlightenment for me, no magical stories of how I’ve “shifted” from this to that, no “final” and “permanent” “states” where we’re protected from conflict, safe from the burning fires of intimacy. There is no longer a landing place for the separate self; none of this has any meaning from the perspective of love. The … Continue reading Burning up in the raging furnace of love…

At the end of the day, we invite ourselves to the sorrows, so that we always remain naked before who matters the most: to ourselves. For it is life characteristic of itself to request such nudity for us to know how to dress ourselves with new clothes and dreams, since sadness is the precise symptom that addresses us and to tell us among some things that the clothes we have are no longer fit in us. But we insist in refusing such advice and request; and how easy it is to find rags through the streets we cross daily. Among … Continue reading We are naked …

Each of us is an instrument of Life itself to make it reach its fullness. By “coincidence,” it will reach its goal when all of us, being its parts, reach ours. When you cry, Life cries with you. When you love yourself, Life loves you too. You are happy and all Life celebrates. You take a step toward Life and it takes ten steps toward you. You win and you conquer a entire existence. You lose and it sets the next step. There is no difference between it and us. There are no differences between you and me. Only dimensions, … Continue reading Instrument …