Headgear

My mind is not in my head,
is my head that’s in my mind.

The Call

Only waking up,
_ we might choose it all.
___.Now, rather pick it up,
_____.when you hear the call.

Mind’s Web

“Just as the spider emits the thread out of itself and again withdraws it into itself, likewise the mind projects the world out of itself and again resolves it into itself…

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… When the mind comes out of the Self, the world appears. Therefore, when the world appears to be real, the Self does not appear.”
__Sri Ramana Maharshi

Reflections

Distinguishing between consciousness and what it is conscious of, we might recognize the mirror apart from what is reflected on it.

The Happening

Life reifies despite anything you think or worry about.
“May seem determinism, but it is not … Because the only you there is,
is what’s going on“.
__Alan Watts

Present

As Eckhart Tolle put it; “if we do not take the time to stop and quietly contemplate the now, we will never be able to find peace. Thus only in the stillness we might comprehend all movement in the world. However, even surrounded by the most deafening noise, serenity may arise… If we embrace the present moment simply as it is.”

Flow of Time

“The objective world simply is, it does not happen. Only to the gaze of my consciousness, crawling upward along the life line of my body, does a certain section of this world come to life as a fleeting image in space which continuously changes in time.”
__Hermann Klaus Hugo Weyl

Remember

This life is just a dream,
will be over in a blink of an eye!

Glimpse

Tough to say, write or even think,
Because words can’t but diminish what it means.

Matrix

Imagine infinite parallel universes continuously expanding, dumb individual entities creating complex neverending networks. A place where the shadows pretend to be the origin of any light, where they use the knowledge that makes all around to seem, in spite of it, meaningful.

An eternal landscape beeing painted, rounded by machines skilfully engaged to react to our environment, running under a bottom line governance. All designed and assembled to make, what is virtual, more real than real. The man not as architect of his own, but a laboratory pet, trapped in an anti-reality made by neuronal impulses. And, in the roots of the matrix, the slave, unable to recognise himself in any mirror.

Consider now instead that this slave had always been the creator, sleepily unconscient painting the same exact landscape. An apparently equal world, but opposite in essence. This one, ran by our thoughts is where consciousness is key… Could we have been dreaming us, during ages, and be now just about to wake up?