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.

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A dark chant

A dark chant in my heart. A blink of an eye. A sound wave to travel on.

And I dreamed again, long dream of flying and ascending. There was light and darkness. There were voices and decisions. A goal was eluding my sight, but I kept on rising and traveling.

When I woke up all was forgotten.. For a while. And then it bubbled up through my awareness. And I remembered the flight, the feeling of moving thru space, to hover above the world, the feeling of freedom and detachment.

A great silence engulfed me then in reality, a well-being feeling, a peace of mind, body and soul.

I’m still bathing in that silence, still traveling the inner sea. A dark chant is following on my trail.

So there is hope.

The joy of a silent mind, the joy of living

There are steps. Some small, some big. Some bring evolution, some bring another perspective.

For me, the most important steps are those towards my inner self. It seems that being around with Osho helped.

I sat down to meditate and there it was. The silence was stalking me. As usual. But… something was different, there was a new dimension. The dimension of let it “go”. It was no longer a search for the “perfect breath” but a relaxation. And then it came. The joy of living, the joy of being self-aware, of being content with just what I am.

The magic of no mind happened again after so many years. It didn’t last for long, but the seed is blooming. I know, I feel, I am more and less in the same time. More silence, less ego. Says the ego 🙂

Words offer just a shadow of the real experience. So these words are limited, I admit, but the joy of being alive, of just being was there. And I will look again for it.

Until there is no more I.

Heaven and Earth… Thank you. Silence of the Mind.