Miracle

Firecrackers from villages in the distance
A truck's engine coming closer on the small forest path
It is overcast

The setting of this instant in time
which includes all of time as there is only now.

We are open ended systems. 

For the sake of convenience 
and to be able to navigate this earthly existence
we have taken on a body 
and have more or less identified with a personality.

But we are timeless beings.
Naturally already one with all of Life 
as life is One and undivided.
And we are always already in contact 
with who we truly are and with all that is.

Which will become apparent
when we break down the seemingly solid beliefs
we have accumulated on our journey up to now,
and which seem to divide us into 
me and the rest of the world.


We spring forth from the One substance 
which automatically includes all.

And we simultaneously also experience life, 
ourselves and the world uniquely the way we do.

All of life is this open free intelligence.

Also the trees, the chair, our bodies, 
insects and thunderstorms, 
an emotion,
sensations.
Everything is consciousness, 
aware and responsive.

The more we know who and what we are 
and what we are not,
the more this will help us to free ourselves 
of the prison of personal identity.

Once we know who we are, we can celebrate life 
through the miracle of this present personality 
and experience Life as the wonder it is.

Original

The coffee is still too hot to drink
my love is turning over in bed
geckos are chirping
fridge is humming
birds everywhere 
singing their song.


In the timelessness of now it is 6.54 am.

Is there a time apart from now?


Through the intelligence of this body mind,
there always has been a wish, a need 
to explore, to investigate.
To find out how life functions.

Emotions, thoughts, perceptions.
Natural phenomena, 
relational encounters.
What is this life?

e.g. what do we meet when we meet a person?
What makes up the energetic interchange 
when we speak to someone?

Is there an natural openness and aliveness?
Or is it burdened by assumptions, expectations? 

How open and sensitive are we to existence?
And to ourselves?

How clogged are our perceptual instruments?
All the beliefs and assumptions we have.

How much of what comes up in us is authentic,
original, spontaneous?

How much is habitual, conditioned by our past?

Do we let our lives be governed by concepts
of other wise men or women?

Are we afraid to think for ourselves, 
to stand on our own feet?

Or do we have the courage to trust what is true for us 
and live and act from there?

And are we original enough to question 
the one who is perceiving?

Who and what is the true identity of the the one
who is reading these words.

Who are you?

Thunderstorms

Of all the flowers in the field
you are the bush which I gather in my arms
and hold most close to be kissed
by the sun and the moon
as favorite of my creation.

Fly my love.

Flow with life
dance with the seasons,
erupt with volcanoes
chase the heights of thunderstorms 
and blazing skies.

Loose yourself in all the infinite ways
life is showing up for your delight.

On the wings of this love
soar to freedom 
in which ever way life is calling you.

Careless Abandon

With careless abandon
the river gives itself knowing that the
Ocean will be there to receive her.

With nothing but trust all of nature
is giving itself to this moment.

Nothing to hold back or deny.

Even in slow death the surrender
of a dying animal is obviously there.
And beautiful to behold

All of nature is taken care of and so are we.
Life is naturally good and god and bountiful.

We are that life as well as we are made out of
the very same substance.
From 'All that Is' 
to the cellular components which are the 
building blocks of this Universe.

Everyone has its own discoveries, 
has its own path,
has its own way of unveiling all 
that stands in the way of directly perceiving
what we are and what Life is.

One of the main lessons I have received 
apart from this innate trust in Life is:
'Do not get stuck anywhere
always further
always more to discover.'

Life is too vast to be put into anyone's conceptual box.

And at the same time:
Life is simply this
living as itself.
Just what is in front of us right now.

A cup of coffee next to me
songs from a nearby village
geckos and birds 
while the sun comes over the horizon.

Nothing complicated or spiritual about this.
Simply this.

Time for breakfast.