Present Continuous

We are just strings of memories. Or not just that…

Small apertures through which Divinity watches.  Collections of here and now.

Dreamers who forgot that they dream.

There is only Now, the past is a memory, the future is another memory.  Listening to the voices of the dead, perceiving present as what It Is, a great silence settles in.

Evolution, flow, acceptance. Mind as a tool of the Self. Self as a mirror. All colors, all aspects, reflected, absorbed in a continuous present.

A chant fills the space. A second to realize it. What matters?

A dream, but all that is beyond that, the Nagual. Vast spaces, all extend from the self, they are the self.

As is, as I am, connected, a rolling wave in an Infinite Eternity.




Unreal to see, to feel, to be.

Aplace myself floating on the waves of time.

Running to catch Eternity, but always one step behind.

Reading arcane truths, misspelled  for an aging humanity.

Unveiled mysteries lying around, to be ignored in favor of ephemeral dreams.

A circle, a barrier, a line to the edge of conscience, all lays on a vision seeded in perceptual shadows.

Frozen dreams, shards of memories, butterfly effects laying waste to encroaching Shadowrealms.

Who am I? …

Deep silence inside, misplaced, un-judgement of a life vortex.

I look behind, but dream ahead, I breath the Light and embrace the Dark.

A Raven flight over green fields, a Dragon’s breath under an infinite sky, no words to describe the fields of Life.

Who am I?…

Dreaming or being dreamed.



And then I saw


There was only darkness around. It was safe. The usual night.

And then the dream bloomed. A city, some city, no name, no identity. Tall buildings, no souls around.

I ascend, the wonderful sensation of flying through space, by mind alone.

And then I look at my hands … and I smile. I became Aware and Present. I fly with speed through the Dark City. I watch the dark sky and then my hands again. Descending to the ground, the wonder of the silvery light fills me.

I walk and I see strange gardens with dark flowers. Looking around yellow lights follow me… and I still wonder that I have so much energy to sustain the flight and the Awareness.

On a glimpse a dark tall building appears, like a mausoleum, made of dark granite, like an old castle. I fly to the top and then the energy starts dropping… With a last effort I manage to grab the ledge and get myself up on the roof.

Looking around I see only Fog.

The end.



The speed and the crowd

Just before waking up.

I’m in the city of my childhood. I walk amongst people and places. And then I throw myself in the air. Not high, a few feet above ground. And then I fly again. Not many details but a lot of people. I swing through them like a bee. I descend into craters and disasters. There is light but also darkness. There is just the drive, the speed, the unlimited joy of flying.

A dream

The great divide

It is happening. Not always, but from time to time.

A glimpse, that is. A door that opens.

I find myself on the edge of something. Something which I cannot really put into words, just metaphors. It’s like sitting on an edge. An edge of something. Something like a great ocean, or a great cascade of silence. A vast view of nothing to remember, a great pause of all I know. Let’s name it Nagual or … whatever. It doesn’t matter the name, just the impact. I just sit there and See. The Great Divide. Just being. Samsara and the Unknown, face to face. I’m not split at that moment, I’m just the Observer. The feeling transcends all feelings or thoughts. Because there are none. The mill has stopped. Infinity is stalking me…

The moment has enough power to shake me. A glimpse of … what I cannot really describe. It’s magic, beyond words and yet… the road unfolds ahead.

After a while the train of thoughts starts marching again.

But I remember.

And I will Hunt and I will return. I will Stalk the self, I will Hunt the I and then the Dream will unfold again.




I sleep as one and dream as many.

I wake between the dreams and each time it’s a different facet of my inner reality.

The dreams rotate and take me to many realms.

Still I remain … the same.

A life to live, a dream to dream, a song to listen. And then I’ll dance, oh yes I will.