reminder for myself.

recognize thought as thought.
don't take it seriously.
ending of thought,
no thought,
old thoughts,
new thoughts.
"yes, but this is how it is"
it's not how it is,
it's just a thought about it,
one of many many possible perspectives.
tiny perspectives.
this one is true,
and another one is also true.
one thought can not hold an entire truth.
the creep is also a saint,
maybe it hasn't been seen,
but it's there.
some silly thought
is just a thought.

inspired by the power of now.

alone

based on the teaching that: suffering does not arise from loneliness but from fear of loneliness.

I am alone is a fact.
I am lonely is a story.
feeling of lack.
what will the world do to me?
what will the world think of me?
monstrous figure in my dreams,
when I run away from it.
but face it completely,
and a shift happens.
you go beyond,
let the scenery change.

easier said than done, I know, but I wanted to put this out there. if we have something ahead to shoot for, we might be less preocupied with the current life situation.

To go back there...

Few drinks to slow down the mind.
Certain drugs to free you.
Moments of sex to slow it some more.
Some hours of tv.
To numb the mind
…
And the mind is back.
Where am I now:
Pre-thought,
below thought,
like a plant,
or an animal,
in harmony.
…
We all do it,
But this is not a human’s path.


I have very abrupt endings I know.
Inspired by "the power of Now"

Embracing...

Sartre said: Hell is other poeple... (les outre)

The ego believes this phrase.
Hell is other people more often than not.
Even people who give you heaven, give you hell after sometime.
Our expectations can not be fullfilled.
So, what to do... as always ... we find out we can't rely on other people, so we are frustrated. Some people reach despair, thinking it's all so pointless. then you reach the state of sarcasm and bitterness and resentment. Life hasn't played its part. this deep belief of the world is preventing me from being myself, sets in. You believe Everyone is an obsticle to being myself.
Absurd. Absurd. Absurd.
Some will weep and wail until the very end. please let there be a different way.

the lesson: there is an undestructible part of us. no matter the mess we have made of our life. The undestructible part of us, is not touched by any of the mess. The original essence is there. It can be discovered. Some call it grace, the redeeming factor of life. some get there from suffering and some get there from teachings such as this one.
There is so much pain to come out first. I hope to not run out of time.

Inspired by "the Power of Now".

Lost in one dimension: thought

this rusty attempt at a poem is inspired by reading "the Power of now".


me me me,
defending me,
completing me,
continuous seeking,
continuous conflict.
obessed by things,
filled up with things,
posessed by things,
in the grip of thoughts.
my attention is needed,
things need to be dealt with,
but deal with one thing here,
three more pop up there.
not alone for long,
not relaxed for long,
succesful one day,
miserable the next.