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The Eternal Dance of Awakening

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In the distant future, where time dissolves into dreams and reality intertwines with fantasy, I find myself awakening. I wake to the gentle sound of the wind whispering ancient secrets, or perhaps it’s the sunlight, softly caressing my skin, bringing me back to the world of the living. Each awakening is a dance between forgetting and remembering, a game of hide and seek with the truth. Sometimes, the truth is a shy visitor, revealing itself slowly, in fragments of memories and glimpses of past lives. Other times, it is an overwhelming storm, dragging us out of the comfort of sleep, … Continue reading The Eternal Dance of Awakening

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A Day of Awakening

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There lies a hope inside my poor heart —a yearning for a day when the world shifts on its axis, when the sun rises with a different hue, and when compassion becomes the currency of our souls. Wouldn’t it be a most awesome day when the self-proclaimed Christians—the bearers of the cross—truly heeded the whispers of their Savior? When they stepped out of stained-glass sanctuaries and into the gritty streets, their footsteps echoing the ancient path of love and justice. Imagine them, these modern-day disciples, casting aside the shackles of indifference. Their eyes no longer averted from the downtrodden but … Continue reading A Day of Awakening

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The dark night of the soul

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In the shadows of my soul, where light is but a distant memory, I found myself. The dark night of the soul, a journey not for the faint-hearted, but for those who dare to face their deepest fears. It was a plunge into the abyss, a descent into the uncharted depths of my being. The consequences were immediate and profound. I was seized by shivers, a chilling reminder of the unknown that lay ahead. All familiar landmarks vanished, swallowed by the inky blackness. I was adrift in a sea of uncertainty, the compass of my soul spinning wildly, offering no … Continue reading The dark night of the soul

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Life: the best teacher

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In the quiet moments of reflection, I used to believe that I held the world within my grasp. I had a clear vision of who I was meant to be, where my path would lead, and the desires that would shape my life. It all seemed so straightforward, so uncomplicated. Yet, time and again, the world unfolded before me in ways I could never have anticipated. It presented challenges beyond my wildest imagination, tested my resilience in ways I was never prepared for, and upended my understanding just when I thought I had it all figured out. The world, I … Continue reading Life: the best teacher

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My religion …

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My faith is boundless, uncontained, and free, for Love is the creed that speaks to me. No dogma, no doctrine can hold my heart, for Love is the only path, the only art. I belong to no religion, no sect or creed, for Love is the only light that I need. In every heart, I find my temple true, for Love is the essence of all that is due. My soul is free, unshackled by belief, for Love is the only truth that brings relief. In every breath, in every beat of my heart, I feel the presence of Love, … Continue reading My religion …

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Beneath my skin …

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Beneath my skin lies a treasure trove of stories, a tapestry woven with the threads of my existence. I am the coursing rivers of blood, the resilient flesh, and the sturdy bones that carry me through life’s journey. I am the weight of regret, the haunting whispers of “what ifs,” and the unwavering beacon of hope that guides me forward. I am the silver-tongued poet, weaving words into melodies that dance upon the air, and I am the heart of gold, brimming with compassion and empathy. I am the delicate paper, bearing the imprints of my experiences, the flowing water … Continue reading Beneath my skin …

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Duality …

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There’s nowhere to run, no escape route, no secret trap doors to slip through. The troubles that weigh heavy on our hearts cannot be meditated away, and there’s no hiding out in the present moment. The only path forward is through the storm, facing it head-on, embracing the turmoil that threatens to consume us. We are called to surrender to the arms of the beloved, in whatever form they may take. It could be the warmth of a lover’s embrace, the solace of a friend’s understanding, or the gentle touch of our own hands. We are beckoned into the uncharted … Continue reading Duality …

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I am aware of it, the very many ways to die …

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I am aware of the many ways to die, the darkness that can consume us whole. But in the depths of despair, I am more aware of the light, the hope that shines through the cracks. I have known the falling, the weight of the world on my shoulders, but I am also aware of the flight, the freedom that comes with soaring above it all. I have tasted the lows, the bitter taste of defeat, but I have also tasted the highs, the sweet nectar of victory. I am aware of the scars that run deep within my heart, … Continue reading I am aware of it, the very many ways to die …

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The art of encounter …

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Have you ever paused to ponder the paths we cross before we finally meet the ones we are meant to love or learn from? The idea of fate may not always sit well with us, but there is a certain intrigue in the notion that some people are destined to be a part of our lives. Perhaps we have brushed shoulders with them on a crowded street or shared a fleeting glance in a bustling café. Maybe we have stood beside them in a concert crowd or passed them on a winding mountain trail. These chance encounters may seem insignificant … Continue reading The art of encounter …