Things happen, but then you forget. That's why it never springs out of somewhere else. Rather the source of that begins with you.
When there's nothing to know, nothing to know is all you have. Yet you still have something, hence you will never arrive until you let go of this too.

11.mar.2014

Once I saw the wind and the rain and the sun. I thought I knew them all too well, but it wasn't the case.

07.mar.2014

The coming and going, it goes on.

25.02.2014

My life in the past five years have been about constant movement. And that has opened myself to being someone who has more and more possibilities of being something new every time. Habits are hard to fade. But it's all about accepting a few and not feeling inadequate about it.

20.02.2014

I exceed all expectations others, and mine.
Sometimes to the point of exceeding
the expectation of exceeding expectations.

Where do I start,

Where do I go now?

Where do I stop,

Where do I come back?

Everything looks the same

Yet nothing looks the same.

All I possess 

now and tomorrow 

is everything and nothing.

29. 01.2014

Mornings are still a little cool. But the sun's intensity  rises high in the day. I saw the strokes near a house and the white birds in the field among the crops. 

A Little window in a small room with no door and nothing else inside except for a table and a chair. And me.

What do I do? Should I worry that the window is too small, or should I worry that there is a window?

29.01.2014

There is no point in writing, because the reader can grasp the writing only from their understanding. But if you look at it another way, that should be the very reason for someone to write.

Life goes on whether you wait for things to happen or things wait for you to happen.

Nights move, with time stepping aside. We reel under the stars for a while then under the sun. I look inside to find the void.

Lay still and listen. Can you hold time in your hands? Can there be a possibility for turning back? When the tide changes, life takes its own path. Where do we figure in the scheme of things?

15.02.2015

There is a point where you stop reading books to do something. All these books, at best, will teach you only the techniques. Or make you think like how others think. Its all a self-defeating enterprise.

14.03.2014

I feel having a teacher is useless, unless you know who a real teacher is. But you don't need another person. You have life, you have time, you have people who despise you. 'You have the universe within you, then why worry?'

[or]

Even if you find a teacher, you need to outgrow the need of that teacher as soon as possible.

19.09.2013

Sadness upon sadness. Misery upon misery. Until you reach the edge and stare at the empty sky. To the point where you would be glad if the sky swallowed you.

When you are truly standing at the edge with nothing else to hold on, you will see that even a little sapling coming to life from the earth could fill you with joy much bigger, deeper than anything else.

Upon that very moment the sky will bow down to you.

17. 09. 2013

"I'll never ask anyone to wait for me"
"But they'll wait for you."
"That is the irony."
"Isn't it?"
"Yes, now go away, please."

16. 09. 2013

A sky to keep you on track, a few patches of grass on the earth to remind you of beauty and immense suffering all the way until you find yourself.

16. 09. 2013

In a dark room

beneath my pillow

there are fireflies flying

trying to find their falling trees.

06.04.2011

I live in a dream

So far from the place you live,

nothing but silence to give.

I walk with the wind

while your world sleeps.

06.04.2011

Metamorphosis in darkness.
Then the dripping sky,
a journey between time and distance.

Little lambs grazing.
How do I walk back into the past?
How does one see beyond the windows, trees and the sea?

White, pink, blue
bells and whistles,
the tiny flowers know.

I stare at the window sill,
knowing and not-knowing.

Last winter I went ploughing in the fields
And suddenly the sun came out just for me.

10.02.2015

Silence,
I dissolve
inside my head.

Little blue bird
basking under the sun
do you see?

A decoction of the night's peril.
I carry my head in my arms.

A thousand little flowers bloom
on the island where I am walking.

Priceless, priceless, the silence
I wear.

Endless, endless, the sun, the moon
and the stars that I see.

09.02.2015

The days outnumber the nights,

and in a silent corner

I live inside my head.

A thousand times

I have lived the same life

and in a thousand

different ways

I have lived.

What begins will end

and what ends will begin

in another form.

This is the flux of life.

10.05.2016

Silence

The night takes it away
I keep nothing to myself
I've never had anything to myself,
not now nor afterwards.
The night takes it away.

The hills disappear behind the trees.
People come to visit, I turn them down
telling am busy.

Some friends call me on the phone
I talk for a while then promise to keep in touch,
But I never call, they call a few more times then they stop.

I sit and stare at the sky every night
as my memories tumble and fade.

The night takes it all away.

06.02.2015

(am going to post a few more stuff I had written in the past and hope to catch up with the present as soon as possible)