Saturday, February 4, 2012


Knowing who and what one is
means basically that one lives in unknowing.
No clue really, as it cannot be grasped.
But one knows that one is.
One is aware and knows that one is aware.

This is freedom, freedom from beliefs and illusions.
Freedom from the dead weight of the past.
From so and so said so, and stale reverence.
From habits and empty rituals which have replaced
the living questions which brought us here.

Life is living and moving, always fresh and new.
As soon as you label it, bottle it, put a lid on it and shelf it to be adored life has passed you by already.

Clearing up one's identity is all there is to it.