The menu is not the dinner….

The menu is not the dinner….

The experience is reality. Its description is a symbol. In other words, the menu is not the dinner. You can’t eat the menu; you can only eat the dinner. This mad compulsion to constantly measure creates the experience of time. This is the real meaning of sacrificing the soul for the world, or the spirit for the ego. My ego is a collection of status symbols, images. Reality is a state of...

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I have come to recognize it….

I have come to recognize it….

I have come to recognize it:  I have remembered myself.  And since the day I remembered myself I have been in a strange situation; I feel compassion for you, and deep down I also giggle at you, because you are not really in trouble.  You don’t need compassion, you need hammering!  You need to be hit hard on the head!  Your suffering is bogus.  Ecstasy is your very nature. You are...

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What is Security?

What is Security?

“Security is mostly a superstition – It doesn’t exist in nature Life is either a daring adventure …Or nothing Unknown (and if this one appeals to you and you’d like to inspire another with it – check it out as a card or poster or T-shirt ...

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Some Gems

Some Gems

Hiding in this cage of visible matter Is the invisible Life Bird Pay attention to her She is singing Your song —Kabir I am not a Christian, not Jew, not Hindu, not Buddhist.  I belong to the beloved, have seen the two worlds as one, and that one called two and know, first, last, outer, inner, only that breath breathing, human being. —Rumi It makes no difference if you are being...

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The Path

The Path

Whatever you become, my child, may it be rooted in grace. Whatever your path through life, May it offer you steepness and rough places, so that you do not become complacent. ‘Nothing is owed to you, but everything is available to you, Even the decision to do nothing and to travel nowhere. It’s up to you to decide Whether to follow the wisdom of your ancestors, or to pursue the cheap...

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Right This Second

Right This Second

I want to know about now the now beneath my fingertips gone already, once aware of itself only in knowing it was, however briefly now, already left redundant not caring what came next any more than what passed, now, not caring whether moments exist when they disappear as footsteps erased by concrete now, no forward, no back, was but a motion carried by the ambling of tree trunks forever round and...

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