Little pieces of the path.
From the heart, for the heart
On Illusion and Seeing Clearly
There is a moment, sometimes,
when you look at the horizon
and everything feels like it is moving.
The sun slides across the sky.
The light shifts.
The landscape changes color.
And from where you are,
it seems obvious:
the sun is moving.
But it is not.
It is the Earth, quietly turning,
carrying you with it…
Green Mountains
I am used to seeing mountains in white
Snow covering everything.
Sharp lines.
Cold light.
Stillness.
And then, one day,
I saw them in green.
Soft.
Alive.
Almost unfamiliar.
The same mountains.
But something had changed…
Before the World Wakes
There is a moment in the morning
A quiet hour,
before the light fully arrives,
before the world begins to move.
The room is still dark.
Maybe a candle is lit.
Maybe only the first traces of blue
are entering through the window.
Everything feels softer.
Slower.
More intimate.
And then,
you begin to practice…
Naming what arises
There is a moment, in meditation,
when something appears.
A thought.
A memory.
A sensation in the body.
And almost without noticing,
we follow it.
We build a story.
We try to change it,
or make it disappear.
But there is another way.
A softer way…
By nature, there is no difference between us
Something we all share
before we even begin to explain who we are.
Before the name.
Before the story.
Before everything we have learned to call “me”.
We breathe.
We feel.
We move through life
touched by the same invisible currents.
Joy.
Fear.
Love.
Loss.
Different forms,
same movement.
And yet,
we spend so much time
focusing on what separates us…
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