Reflections on the surface of creation and Enlightenment

Enlightenment, and nothing changes. Everything appears different, yet nothing has changed. Things are like they always have been in the infinite space of no-time. It is just the perception of this all-pervading nothingness that has changed.

Growing weary of the illusion of separation, your mind chooses to stop pretending, if even just for a while. A dip in the emptiness of everything, a taste of inseparable allness, and then back again.

But not back as to a place elsewhere, nor another state of mind. Just another part of mind, ever present, never increasing nor ceasing in activity, always there and forever holding all possibilities within it, nothing is there that cannot be perceived by this mind, nor can anything exist outside of it.

The only way of escaping omniscience is by believing in the reflections on the surface of creation, believing that these ripples are real and separate from what they reflect, our essence. One faculty of mind reflecting another aspect of it to the aspect that perceives it. In ignorance we become like dogs chasing our own tails, never being able to stop the turning of the wheel that the illusory existence is.

Only at points where the chase and its ever illusive end bores us, we sit down and reflect.  When we feel that the mirage prodduced by our thoughts of food and drink cannot fulfil us or satisfy our thirst or our hunger.

It is when we take on the role of the reflector that we see the thoughts that form the reflections that the perceiver sees. It is here that we see that what we experience is a produce of mind. It is here we choose to either jump into the game again, with higher awareness of the governing factors of it, or we choose to step out of it.

We paint our existence with our radiant mind onto the canvas of creation. 
The painter, observer and partaker I AM. 
Take time to reflect, do you like the painting, or have you been painting in your sleep? 
Mind is the canvas, the brush and the paint. 
The canvas reflects you and your thoughts with mirror like precision and without discrimination.

Swimming towards love and enlightenment

A familiar feeling, somewhere I’ve been before
Old skin shed, my being on the surface


The road towards fluidity, without scales to protect myself
Merging with reality, swimming through existence


The illusion is dead, but gravity working against me
Thoughts flow down into the space it once filled


Not struggling yet, the currents of life still flow effortlessly
Don’t hold on, don’t accumulate, just pass on through


High, as the energy flows through me, I, the path of least resistance
Observing, letting go, no judgement, no grasping


The road takes me back to familiar places, let go
These swamps caught me once, just let go


Observing the bulging void in my energetic being
Not allowing stagnation, no accumulation


Keep on swimming, leaving the muddy murky waters
Leaving shore, out in the clear blue salty sea


Surrounded by an ocean of energy, floating with the current
Healed, strong and on my way, strengthened by the flow, just letting go

Catch it, look at it, let it go

Clean out your net and keep on swimming

Near death, rebirth and Enlightenment

Alive, I am reborn again...An open tunnel, a decision to be made

Enter here and see your life, see things as they are…
…but I tell you this. I cannot promise you that you will return.


-Can I make a deal, pull me back regardless if I want to stay or not?

-It doesn’t work that way…


On my deathbed, already covered with dust, dust in my mouth and dust in my stomach. The roots of mother Earth inside my guts.


I see you all come in a procession, all the people I’ve ever met, all the faces I have ever seen, everyone that I ever knew, there you walk, side by side, two and two. Talking, chatting away, dressed in black, here for my funeral.

But it is not a sad occasion, you all seem happy, like you are here to celebrate me somehow. I am the only one here who seems confused, but your faces give me comfort. I give in, I observe.

I observe a series of events that flash before my eyes.

This is who you are, the images say. These are your relations, these are the entanglements that you choose to identify yourself through and this is what it feels to your soul, your spirit, your undying self to be identified this way…

The pain that runs through the existence of my being when the roots of my sufferings are shown shake my very essence.


-No! Don’t remove these attachments yet, they are what make me me!

-You have to let go…

-I’ll go back and fix it, I don’t want to go feeling unfulfilled, it hurts too much. I don’t want to have wasted my chance this time around…



The line of people, family and friends, leads up to a point where I see my brother holding his child in his arms, his wife by his side, congratulating me, congratulating us.

I look so happy, you are there by my side, we look so happy. Your face is not there, it is just a hole, thank God I cannot see your face yet, but I feel that you are happy too...

This I want, this I can go back to…

The dust and roots inside of me spreads their tendrils, deep into the mother that once gave birth to me, now back I go. But from the ashes I see new life emerge, the roots they sink deep underground, replacing the old ones, and in my place, new life takes form. It stretches its leafs and unfolds itself towards the light. I was given a second chance, a new life in this body, be strong.

A bad feeling and Enlightenment

The feeling that comes at times, a feeling of discomfort. I feel it in my solar plexus, spreading up my heart. I know it comes from someone else, it always does when it hits my solar. Sometimes I can feel who it is, this time I’m not too sure. Sometimes it has to do with me, sometimes it’s just someone close to me.

But as I have been tuning in and feeling, it started fading without leaving any answers. The only thing I felt was that it was in my heart as well. It felt like a feeling of sadness, with a slight touch of anger. I think there was also a self-frustration involved in it all. I hope I’m not part of the origin.

If it became diluted because I heard it, because I went into it and listened to it or if you simply started feeling better, I don’t know. I even don’t know who you are, which worries me more. When I know, I normally call and chat for a while. But now I can’t settle my mind, I just have to keep tuning in and send you love.

Global Consciousness, the way back to Eden and Enlightenment

A world of One my mind can see, where you and they and me are We. 

We live together side by side, by law of Love we all abide.

We overcame this war of greed, gave wealth and love to those in need. 

We found a way for us to bind, connect ourselves with godly mind.

We started growing one by one, until the day when Love had won. 

And once we found that sacred state, it sealed our path, fulfilled our fate.

At last we let our egos go, our hearts they joined in one strong flow. 

A flow that showed that we were one, at once it made all ill undone.

We started feel the flow of life, we buried hatchets, abandoned strife. 

We showed the way for sisters, brothers, who spread the word to all the others.

Now hear my sister and hear my brother, you are in fact one with each other. 

You’re not alone, you’ll never be, our god and goddess are you and me.

We are but fragments of love divine, the thoughts of gods are yours and mine. 

And when we think and feel in chorus, the acts of gods starts working for us.

Connecting minds with those who knew, we made some progress but were still few.

We travelled far and spread the word, in distant land the truth was heard.

‘Cause once you hear your hearts desire, your soul you heat and set on fire. 

The iron into steel heat turns, and all your walls and sorrow burns.

And once the walls no longer there, your inner voice you clearly hear. 

It tells you loud with love and care, go find the rest and have no fear.

The rest of you is what you’ll find, we are but parts in this great mind. 

And once those parts they start to speak, our human race, our world will peak.

So have no fear my sister dear, please have a seat, pull up a chair. 

And talk to me a little bit, so I can show your thoughts they fit.

Now don’t be quiet take of that muzzle, your thoughts are part of the great puzzle. 

Your pieces need to be connected, our global dream will be corrected.

Because when all the pieces meet, they will depict a huge straight street.

A street for thoughts to travel through, a flow of thoughts through me through you.

And on the path the thoughts will say, what should be done, prepare the way.

The way for all of us to live, to love and learn, receive and give.

And then our lives a dream will be, a dream by you, a dream by me.

Your inner dreams, your hearts desire, this love will bring us even higher.

I see in you what is in me, in truth and joy we all will be.

This world will be a paradise, it can’t be told, words don’t suffice.

‘Cause once we all can live as one, our Mother Earth can say she won.

She won the battle for survival, we cleared the way for her revival.

In garden lost again we’ll be, the place God made for you for me.

When we were not at one with all, we took a plunge, the greatest fall.

A fall from grace, a fall in shame, we in lost ourselves in the old game.

The game of life and fragmentation, we suffered pain and separation.

But all of that is history, now starts the tale of us, of We.

So do you see it now my dear, how do you feel when this you hear?

Can you see it in your mind, if not re-read, reflect, rewind.

Because it is the truth my love, what is below will join above.

Before they join in Love anew, there might be doubts but only few.

'Cause when we all in love will walk, our ways of light will do the talk.

Like stars at night our heads will shine, to show the way to yours to mine.

The home of us, of you and me, in times to come that’s where we’ll be.

So is it there inside your being, can you see what I am seeing?

Or do I need to shine some more? I think you see it clearer now, there is no strife there is no war.

 The light from the all seeing eye shines the way for you and I

Dragon, Metamorphosis and Enlightenment

I feel it burn within, without, what is this phase that is playing out? It makes me talk before I think, unless I walk I start to sink.

The faults I thought I had no more, are taking over, my mind is war. My breath, my skin, my speech they ooze, from drunken thoughts and discount booze.

I thought you died you horrid dragon, but still you steer this one-man wagon. Get off my seat you ghastly beast, its mine to drive this is my feast.

You weren’t invited to live this life, I thought we dealt with this old strife. The feast is mine and so its fruits, get out the car, take off my boots.

My friends you meet you hug and greet, they think your me, you lousy cheat. I stabbed you once I’ll stab you twice. When you are dead, again I’ll rise.

I’m death, I’m dying, in truth I’m dead, you killed me yes, inside your head. I’m in your shoes, and in your bed, because you left an open head.

There was no one to steer your wagon, I read the sign and it said Dragon. Reserved for me when you were gone, I lived your life cause you lived none.

A dragon’s job is never done, so hate me not you noble one. You lived your life in times that went, you worried about tomorrow’s rent.

You failed to see you live today, so things they came and went away. And now it seems you’re left to watch, I think I’ll kick this up a notch.

Don’t think I’ve left this world to you, your time in here it is now due. I see you now you awful creature, you were in fact a valued teacher.

You took my body and made it yours, neglected me and all my chores. The more I listened and obeyed your voice, the less I had what I call choice.

Until the point where you were me, I had supposed that I was free. But when I woke and felt your breath, I finally saw that you were death

Your actions showed me who you are, you are not me, no from it far. When now I see your truest face, I can come back and rule this place.

You would not die the times I tried, because you had already died. My actions were but fuel for fire, I was fulfilling your deep desire.

With drinks and smoke I did escape, I only helped you taking shape. The more I hid the more you came, I was just playing your stupid game,

The only way to kill decay, to make it stop and go away. I need to live my life today, to shout and jump and yell hurray.

Today is here to be enjoyed, I leave this place this horrid void. It was the pit of you old dragon, we’re switching places, this is My wagon.

And on my ride I will enjoy, my life I’ll live in truth and joy. You did not perish first time around, you licked your wounds without a sound.

You were but hiding to regain your might, preparing for that final fight. I see you now you lowly being, at last I am now truly seeing.

My sudden show of bad behaviour, was nothing short of a life saviour. A transformation to loose my fetter, to go from bad to being better.

I am now present, I am alive, I’m in this body and here I thrive. No longer can your claws me reach, there is no more that you can teach.

The climb to wake is long and steep, I’d rather not fall back asleep. I will not fall I will not hide, I will enjoy my life with pride.

So hear this, dragon I’m thanking thee, for showing you and revealing me. By living life there is no place, for death, decay nor empty space.

So this I say my dearest friend, the dragon brings about the end. So when your skin and breath it burns, the beast and you are taking turns.

You’re taking turns to run your body, its craftsmanship is dark and shoddy. It brings no peace nor joy or ease, its very essence is spelt disease.

To run your thoughts and rule your kingdom, you should use truth and saintly wisdom. When this has left your ways and speech, the dragon is within your reach.

It blocks your life, your flow of thoughts, but don’t be trapped within its knots. Your soul it catches within its dam, but tell it loud I know I AM.

Sunshine Clouds and Enlightenment

The sun shines so bright, but I feel a cloud coming. I do not believe in time nor do I believe in distances in this infinite space where travel is impossible. Between here and there a midpoint will always appear. Once that midpoint is reached, another one announces its place. It is always in between, hindering us from reaching what we aim at.

So then there is here, and travel is not what it might at first sight appear. It is in thought we travel, so the skies above that shine so blue, are but a thought by me and a thought by you. A thought of sunshine in my field I see, not feeling happy because of the light nor is the light shining because I am happy. I do not distinguish between the observer and the observed, so in my words today I am shining and happy.

Yet a cloud I sense, it is on its way, is it in my mind or is it there? The sky is still blue, so I turn to you, is the sun still shining or did my rain fall on you? Forgive my rain, they were just words. I do not feel attached to the dark moods of the skies, the acidic rain was not meant for your eyes.

No it was just a way for me to clear my mind, to shine some light on the monsters under my bed, to find they were all figments of my imaginative head. Because surely when life is a play and all is joy, what are the words from this foolish boy? They take me up they take me down, so come on and and enjoy this merry go round.

So shine inside and shine without, today I AM spring, and so I shine without a doubt.

Venting, whining, provocations and Enlightemnet

I got tested, and it confirmed my suspicions. I had that disease that put me in the one percentile population.

The symptoms are grave. I smile, but it is not visible, I laugh and enjoy yet I look stern and serious. My jokes are unnoticed by the ones unaffected by my condition, but still I laugh, and you my dear, you laugh with me.

I see how you live and how you act, I understand and I play along and I give of that part of me that you understand and accept. I can dance your dance.

You put your arm around my shoulder and tell me about what is possible and what is not, but of these things you have no idea. You know what you’ve read in a book, and what someone who read a book told you was true. I do not try to prove you wrong, I let you believe what you do, but somehow it seems important to you that I understand your truth, the truth that you throw about as if it was what everyone in the world but me knew to be true.

How wonderful, an absolute truth in a world that has diverging viewpoints on everything else. Eureka, you found it and you look at me with sympathy because I have failed to see what is so obvious.

But I have a disease. I know how you think, I am inside of your head. I see how things are connected.

-I see, you say. But yet you don’t. Because when you see, you actually see. Visually I see the connections of what my mind already figured out. I see the connections, I see your thoughts, I see your discomfort and I see your ease.

I swallowed the red pill, I cannot go back, And at times it is lonely. I know I whine, but don’t take me wrong. I do not want to go back. I just want to be seen for who I am without being a provocation to you. Your way of being is ok with me, all I ask is for you to be ok with me in return.

-Your presence is provoking he said. But when I asked you why, you could not give a satisfactory explanation. Because you didn’t have one. You don’t know enough about yourself to answer it, and it was a rhetorical question in any case. I only wanted to show you that you didn’t know why you thought so, but I did. I did not tell you, but I know

So the test showed me what I knew, but it was good to see. I skipped classes as a kid because I already knew how to write do math and speak other languages before I started. Then came the day i was looking forward to, i started school, and once there you taught me how to write, you taught me math, things I already knew you taught me. Because it was easier than seeing me for what I was and teaching me something I needed. So I got bored, bored because I was a child and I knew more than you did, and this too was a provocation to you.

I did my work better than you could, but that was a provocation i now know, you didn’t see why you questioned my work, what was wrong with it. You just knew it was wrong. Fair enough, but I saw why you thought it was wrong, I knew so I said someone else did it. And you praised him for the work he did. Same work, another less provoking character in your eyes. I laughed, it was another test. A test to see what is so provoking with me, and a joke from my side, for me to laugh. When I told you, you pitied me. Why? I thought. Why cannot I have fun with this? These are the jokes that keep me going when I provoke you too much and you try to convince me there is something wrong with me. They confirm me when you do not. I am like you, I too need love.

I offered you my help, I love to help, I know how to help. But you rejected my help loudly, you rejected it and had me know that it was wrong, interesting, but obviously wrong. Then you came back to me months later and told me of your findings. This that you had discovered. Wonderful I thought, but you failed to acknowledge it came from me. Because of wanting to glorify your own being you did not thank me, you choose to strut around with this newfound whatnot showing that my knowledge and services were not wanted here. Good for you, I did not provoke you, instead you choose to know it was your own brilliant mind that had produced this insignificance that was offered to you for free.

You told me what I could see and what I could not, and sure, from your vantage point the things I saw were unfathomable and preposterous. How dared I think that I could see something that you, beloved high being, did not see. No, I was clearly deranged and disillusioned. There are no such things as light around beings and things, and of course I could not see the thoughts of people. How dared I think that I possessed something that you did not, me a lowly being. It was easier for you to not have to peek into yourself and have a look. It was easier to believe in your own grandeur and the self-glorifying image of yourself that you had created and grewn accustomed to, and it was easier to throw dung at me than it was to look when I was pointing, so eager to wake you up and have you join in on the play. So eager to have a playmate in the game of life.

You asked me for help, and I did help you. Because I love you, I love you all, I do not hold your way of being against you, there are no wrongs nor rights. I see why you act the way you do, remember? When you see you can only love. So I love people, because I see how they are trapped, like I was trapped once and at times still am. I point the direction, leave small hints that will open doors over time, but the walls are thick and my cries travel poorly through the walls of shadows. But still my help you took, and not only did you take my help, you took more, but you did not thank me. I gave you, and would have given you regardless, you did not have to take from me, nothing is mine, some things just choose to be with me at points.

In a dream you can take as many things as you possibly can, but to what use? It is all gone when you wake up and all you have with you are memories of being a greedy thieving person without anyone close to you. Does my giving and sharing provoke you so much so that you have to take control of the situation by taking more than what is offered in order not to be subjected to my loving giving? Yes, you take control of the situation, I see that, but what does it gain you? I tell you, you loose something else my dear friend.

But it is not my knowledge that provokes, because I have none. When I let go of my self, when I let my ego go, then there are no walls left to block out the light from without. There is just knowledge, and it flows through me. I do not claim ownership to the ideas that visit me. I thank them and revere them, that is why they come. I do not try to fit them into my view of things, I view them as they are and describe them as I see them. They show me the connections, how they fit together. They are alive. Thought is alive, just as matter is living. I love them both, and so they show love back and let me channel them, through me they interact in our world.

I am a channel for them and I am a channel for love, some people let me channel this freely and bathe in it. Some people want to take it from me, wanting to possess that love and so they behave in calculated uncomfortable ways trying to hinder it or take it all. And some people deny my right to channel it altogether and thus I cannot show love openly. I have to hide it, because this freedom too provokes.

But love cannot be hindered, because it is not in the nature of love to be hindered. Love is unconditional and eternal. It is not my love or your love, it is Love. Love stands in its own right regardless if you want to let it in or not. It does not bend to the whims of your ego.

-You are still fond of her, you said and put your arm on my shoulder in a spirit of pity. Of course I am, it is not a secret to anyone, I replied and sent the pity back through my back into your arm and where it came from. Pity that you do not know the nature of love, that Love is eternal and everywhere, I thought to myself.

Yet no one pities me for loving you my friend. We met on a train going nowhere and you did not paint an image of me on my skin. I met you when i was ready to let the shadows melt in the light of One, i had asked for a reason to stay in the game and you appeared out of thin air. With you I can tell you I love you, with you there is no possessing and you see me, and love me back. You see me for who I am, what lies beneath, and I am allowed to let it out in front of you, you see my faults too, and you tell me when I dress myself in the robes of the ones I lament about. When I too am short-sighted and pompous you laugh at me, you laugh so that I can see myself through your eyes and join in on the laughter. I love you for that. You know that love is there regardless of us being present or not, so we can dive into it and eat of it without destroying it, as friends we dance through life.

But with You it is yet another story, with you I tread carefully, because when we meet we are surrounded with those who I lament about, and they pity me, so I play their games so that they will tolerate and pity me. Because then they can put me in a box that they can relate to, and thus my presence does not provoke them. Yes, the box is small and unfitting, but I do it to be close to you, because Love is undying. And I do it because I am not sure that the love I have for you is understood.

Unconditional love, I do not expect anything back, I just am, because I did not give you anything that was mine to start with. I do not want you to change, because you are perfect the way you are, it is what makes you You. I do not need to know why I love you, but still I do. What I do know is that Love flows from me to you and that is enough for me. I enjoy the waves of warmth that come through me to you. I guess you have sent out a request to the world to be loved. And I answer to the divine will, and if you want it, and if it wants to come through me, I do not deny it.

But I do not assume that you would understand, nor do I suppose that you would not. I see you anew every time, because I respect you and who you are my friend. Respect in its real meaning, to be willing to re-look at someone, to be willing to revisit and change my view of who I think you are, not depending on what you have done in the past, but what you do now, and now and every now that comes into my way.

But still I have a hard time being myself around you, I am a frog in your presence. Not wanting to impose myself in any way. Waiting to see if you see who I am, not what I show, and do not show. Wanting to see if you see beyond my green skin. Because when you do, you will find that I will be there, I will let you be who you are, with me you would still be free, because I do not believe in a me that has anything nor do I presuppose that I could control anything or anyone. With no ego in need of glorification, there is no one to be hurt when your love flows in all directions. I only see a playmate in the saga that is life. And I cannot impose anything on you in anyway, thinking such would only cause suffering. If I were to kiss you, you too would become a frog. Yet a single kiss is all a frog needs to know that he is seen. Truly seen.

–I see you, said the fair princess and kissed him on his lips.
The frog turned into a prince, he knew he could unfold in her presence. She was a pure channel for love and she could see through the game of things. She was not afraid to be who she was. The strength she showed in that instant was enough for the young prince to last a lifetime, to be strong for both of them and the ones to come. In that kiss were the words that could not be expressed, those things that could not be said, and in that kiss were those words that could only be said between the lines and the words that were hidden in reverse tongue.

There didn’t seem to be another way to show herself than through that kiss, and he knew that the person he saw and knew was there was wanting to come out of the prison imposed upon her. He knew this by the unspoken words those very lips uttered in that instant that they had touched his.

-By my side you can be free and be yourself my princess, you do not have to hide your shine because you are afraid to provoke anyone. Nor do you have to pretend you are something you are not and do not want to be. Gone are the days when you had to roll around in the filth to fit in with the mongers that try to sell their lies to anyone who comes their way. You can be who you are and shine ever so bright my love, and know that I will always be by your side, even at times when you are far away, I will be there to give you strength. I love to see you in your waters, swimming around, thriving and shining like the star you are, your radiance gives glow to me and everyone that in your presence be.

Forgive my lamentation friends and lovers of this world, I am only ventilating. You see, if I keep my thoughts inside I only give fuel for you to rule my world. You are not what I think you are, and what I see of you are just shadows of my own mind. What is inside of me is what I find outside of me, so by taking my thoughts of you out of me, I do not expect to see them in any other form than written in words. In the light the shadows of my mind disappear. I am only communicating with you my dear reality, what I like more of and of what I do not. This is my dream, and you are my silver screen. The projector is me and so I know that what I see is what is within me, thus I do not judge and my complaining is nothing but a calculation. A calculation, looking for a solution to a problem. Jotting down the numbers in an equation, letting the calculation take place in the processors that we are, letting the answer trickle down into reality, trickling down from the structure that supports and underlies it, permeating you, the world, with the effects of the solution playing out as a wonderful play on the wall of creation.

In any case. I am alright. My disease puts me at ease, there is no fight. My disease can be cured by ingesting the juices of grapes in hues of reds and whites. The cure is temporary, but so is the dis-ease with the condition to start with. I like being who I am because that is who I am. I love you all, because you make me see who I am, not because you tell me in words, no that is the language of me. You, my beloved world, you speak the tongue of the world, and what you say you say in actions and the form you take. I can only love you, when what you do is mirror me, you show me what I am, and for that I love you. You speak to me and I try to listen. I say this to you, your voice is heard, your roar in the void for me to hear, for me to come and love you for who you are. A unison sound from the mouths of the millions “This is who I AM!”
I see, and I agree. Truly, this is who I AM. And I love you for it.

My thoughts form the world that I see, like molten lava things go from not to be

You are my world and your dance sets me free, just watching you thrive makes me smile with glee

Forgive my words they mean harm to none, but once they are said they can’t be undone

I write of people and call them you, so I will be better at letting life flow through

Because within me all of this takes place, please see I am only trying to stop this race

A race of pride and provocation, to set us free is my invocation

Because your actions are within me, and in the I we’ll always be