(To) Be.
We are just becoming.
As long as we have to become, we are not. When we only are,
there is nothing else. A pure state of existence.
This is the original text, and an edited version can be found in the Fragments of Reality -book.
The view,
so vivid and exciting,
full of life,
happiness and joy,
sometimes sorrow, often pain,
from limited knowledge and
ignorance,
glances still;
Stepping back,
enlarging the scope,
gaining new foothold,
spectating,
from a distance,
different angle;
Firmly pacing,
knowing,
from here I must walk,
these curtains must fall,
something must go;
Giving away,
the known,
to make space,
for the unknown,
letting go,
to fall,
the facade,
so dear and attached,
which does not hold,
it must go;
The one behind,
was an angle of mine,
based on defects,
that was all,
nothing really at all,
but it was all,
I knew.
This is the original text, and an edited version can be found in the Fragments of Reality -book.
Life evolves like an ascending spring. Viewed from the side, it
reveals its upward spiral while the top view reveals a cyclical
continuation. Both ends vanish into the horizon without any
end or beginning. They are points that are relative to and only
limited by the scale of the observer.
This is the original text, and an edited version can be found in the Fragments of Reality -book.
Where do our feelings and thoughts arise, appear, and vanish?
There must be something that is not in movement in order to
become aware of these states.
We experience time (i.e., past, present, and future) but how is
it possible that we can become aware of these if we are a part
of them (i.e., the observer would be part of the observation)?
Where is that continuous self-awareness (i.e., I am) that is
ever present?
How is it possible to do self-inquiries for ourself? That means
that the observer is observing himself or herself (e.g., an eye
trying to look at itself).
Why can we change but our awareness of ourselves stays?
We build our world from five external senses—what is it like with more senses?
This is the original text, and an edited version can be found in the Fragments of Reality -book.
Suffering or joy,
quest or rest,
happiness or agony,
together or alone,
now or then,
you or me,
here or there,
sun or moon,
sand or sea,
one plus one,
music or art,
history or novel,
writing or verbal,
all the same,
underneath,
different by appearance,
disguised for the most,
of their genuine nature,
pure and simple,
of a thought;
Nevertheless,
varies with persistence,
but follows the same,
pattern of,
coming,
sustaining,
and going;
Always afresh,
never the same,
appearance may stay,
but no thing is the same;
Deep thought,
shallow dream,
clear and sharp,
vague and soft,
fragile or strong,
short or long,
still the same,
real for the one,
illusion for the second,
relative for both,
ideas, all the same.
This is the original text, and an edited version can be found in the Fragments of Reality -book.