Ritualize Your Life

The mind abstracts.
Abstractions turn into ideas.
Ideas become psychological realities.
We are dreamers in our own dreams.

The quality of our lives depends on the quality of our dreams.
Sweet dreams are made of sweet thoughts.
Sweet thoughts are nourished by the senses.
Sensuality is the realm beyond the mind.

Too much mind leads to sensual starvation.
Too much rationality to superficiality.
We long for depth and sensation,
Yet we are afraid to let go of the mind.

Whatever works to get us excited,
we fiercly guard like treasures.
Whoever opens us up,
we follow like head-less lemmings.

Better to realize its all a dream,
and open the tap to our own inexhaustible source of bliss.
The sweetness of the dreams has no limit.
Ritualize your life!

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Where You At?

How hard is it to understand that spirituality is about completely accepting where you are at?

If you want to get rid of desire, you fail to see that the very striving is still a desire.
Trying to abandon all seeking for power, is a power game.
Only the fearful wish to transcend their fears.
As long as you are on the path of spiritual development, you deny your very self.

Any attempt to trying to get ahead of yourself is based on insecurity.
Attainment is a self-protection mechanism.
The way out of striving and suffering is self-acceptance.
What is accepted does not need defending. Only doubts do.

Make conscious your deep-rooted objections about yourself.
And realize that variation is the spice of life.
The cowards try to please their reference group and become rigid.
The liberated celebrate their uniqueness and dance.

We were not created to hide parts of our selves.
We were created to contribute our unique tone in the great song.
We do not need improvement.
Not even our thinking that we need improvement does.

All is well with the way we are and think.
Such is total self-acceptance.
All other thinking leads to mental slavery.
And to unnecessary struggling and striving to become somebody we are not.

I wish you the courage to stand there stripped and naked.
Representing nothing but yourself.
Vulnerable but beautifully human.

Accepting even the fact that you can’t accept.
Always, always acknowledging exactly where you are at.

I will wait for you.

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Spiritual Junkie

How many retreats do we need to attend, and
How many healing ceremonies does it take, and
How many awakenings do we have to go through,
To understand their message?

So long as trust in the universe is lacking,
we keep dialing God’s number like fools.
And as the medicine becomes our diet,
We won’t dare to hang up the phone.

But has our head ever disappeared,
As we lost sight of it?
Do we need to keep repeating our names,
To know what we are called?

A spiritual junkie lives from rush to rush,
And neglects many everyday concerns.
Not knowing that that way,
He hurries right past most gems of life.

He wants the high’s without the low’s,
But nothing exists independent of its opposite.
By continuously seeking spiritual bliss,
He walks the path of the eternal sucker.

The Truth is never hidden from anybody.
The sacred time and space is right here now.
Seek no further, get on with life.
In the love, in the light, in the glory and in the darkness.

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Seeing Through

The path to happiness is the grand illusion.
Leave it and you gain eternal peace.

Any path, wherever it leads must take you astray,
For peace is not looking further than what is going on where you already are.

The illusory path is built on the dragon of fear and its child desire.
And as they dull your senses you set out and wander hurried and lost.

Shedding all ideas about what constitutes the “good life” is discomforting,
but only as long as you have not yet discovered the beauty of the present.

The rich texture of any given moment is the answer to all your existential questions.
As those vanish into oblivion, the true nature of things becomes apparent.

Fixing and attuning your sensory receptors is the most important task of your life.
And so the true path is the uncovering and coming to terms with your fears.

However, we are cowards and distraction is cheap.
Unfortunately, it has been like this always.

All fears are completely ungrounded and based on misunderstandings.
But to see this, the perspective of the universe has to be assumed.

The brave will venture in, realize and have their fears burnt.
The rest will forever keep wondering what existence is really about.

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Poem: Trust

Underneath the surface,
deep inside the dugout,
a place of low light,
but sheltered from pain,
lies the hell of commonplaceness,
the wasteland of self-deception and struggle.

Above the surface,
out in the open,
a place of wonder and awe,
where the sun equally shines on joy and pain,
lies the promised land of unknowing,
the kingdom of self-acceptance and peace.

Allow vulnerability,
surrender your armor,
drop your mask,
come out into the world,
naked,
as you were born,
and every butterfly,
will awaken your inner child.

Trust and re-enter the gate,
of pure consciousness.

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Poem/ Song: Home

Yesterday I heard a song on the radio that for some reason inspired me to write an alternative text for (see video of the original song below). I figured out the chords in case you want to try it on your guitar. Hope you like it.
Next time Q&A Part III.

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______________C____________________G
You only know peace when you let life flow
_________D____________________Em
Only be here wanting nowhere to go
_______________C__________________G___Dsus4
Only know real love when trust is your own

_________________C_____________________G
You only seek the high when you reject the low
_________D_____________________Em
Only feel bad thinking you need to grow
__________C_________________G__Dsus4
Only miss life if you won’t let it go

But you can let it go.
_______________Em___C___G___D___Em___C___D___Dsus4
You can come home oooooooooome hoooooooooooome


Unknowing

The universe makes most sense by not making much sense.
As its purpose is to have no particular purpose,
It has infinite creative potential.

It moves as it stays and stays as it moves.
As change is its only constant,
It remains forever the same.

It has always been going on without going anywhere.
As it has never started and will never end,
Time does not apply to it.

It gives rise to all pairs of opposites.
And as the source of everything,
Nothing exists apart of it.

You are neither its puppet nor its master.
These ideas are based on self and other,
But such separation never took place.

There is only all-self which is all-other,
Forever re-creating itself out of itself.
We are IT dreaming we are other.

Now, wake up.
But beware.
The juice of life is in the dream.

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