Conflict evaporates without our doing when we feel the world within ourselves. That is when living in community becomes significant opportunity for transformation, and pure joy, even in the inevitable darkness of it.

Without ambition, what would be our motivation to do anything? Sourcing energy beyond punishment and reward.

Can you be in touch with all parts of yourself, your nature, as well as the mess of the city?

Beauty dies under pressure, like a delicate flower. How is it possible for beauty to flourish?

Can we catch every thought and investigate its use? We find that our mind is cleared out in the process, like a river cleaning itself. From that silence, life gives us the instructions for real action to come through.

Love cannot possibly cause that much pain. It must be beyond this. No writings can adequately capture it, yet many attempt to do so. Love is not an object to be described. It is, when thought is not. 

It is the world of the word that the waves don’t know. Strangers to thought, they go about their business in harmony with themselves. Movement without friction. 

To dying and being birthed again, a poem written for the ending of 2021 and beginning of 2022.

What we like to call a ‘relationship’ is most often simply a compromise. To feel another is a totally different thing. We share what it means to be alive.

We look at life through different filters. We study the world according to how one is accepted and respected socially. We strive to fit in until that’s not enough anymore and we want to stand out. Can we perceive and learn from life without any of this, breaking through our conditioning?

Can you feel the world around you? This is really where the energy is at. A life force that needs no effort at all, and yet is powerful beyond measure.

Throwing out all strategies, ideas, and formulas in thought, we have the capacity to generate something new from complete stillness, listening for what wants to be created.