![]() ![]() I know it comes as a surprise, and you may be wondering why it took me so long to come clean. The only thing that has kept me in touch with reality was you… Perhaps, all this life that I've known so far was in fact no more but a dream about living. It’s hard to distinguish if they were buried inside because dealing with them was such a dirty work, or if leaving them unnamed meant that it was not possible to define them precisely enough, so they would keep their true meaning. While I was looking into your eyes, I suddenly started to realize things about myself that were unspoken for years, like fragments of my inner life that were deeply repressed. For a moment you knew all my secrets, without me even having to tell them. Terrifying thing, you know? I can't say I've felt that sort of intimacy with anyone. It's a face I can totally relate to, as if it wasn't any more yours than it is mine. Even now, when I am fully awake, your face flashes before my eyes. ![]() It's been a while since I could remember any of my dreams, and still, this one has left me with such strong impression. Or the way someone said he loved me and then slowly changed his mind.”Īnother Vagabond Lost To Love: Berlin Stories on Leaving & Arriving ’cause I was never really well around the expectations of my personalityĪnd because I haven’t been very impressed lately. Turning off the phone and blowing out the candles so no one knew I was home. I was still the one locking the door every night. Safe behind the comfort of these four walls and a closed door.īecause as much as I tried or pretended or imagined myself as a part of all the people out there, It’s the way I thought my restless wandering was over, that I’d found whatever I thought I had found, or wanted, or needed, and I started to collect my belongings. The gentle moonlight slipping through my window and the sound of a lonely car somewhere far away, where I long to be too, I think. The way I lie awake, playing with shadows slowly climbing up my wall. Do you think the emptiness of space will ever crumble away? Mountains will crumble, but the emptiness of space, which is the one universal essence of mind, the vast awakenerhood, empty and awake, will never crumble away because it was never born.” They never show any expression, they are like empty space. I know this from staring at mountains months on end. There's nothing to be afraid of and nothing to be glad about. That which passes into everything is one thing. It has nothing to do with the imaginary idea of a personal self, other selves, many selves everywhere: Self is only an idea, a mortal idea. We were never really born, we will never really die. Close your eyes, let your hands and nerve-ends drop, stop breathing for 3 seconds, listen to the silence inside the illusion of the world, and you will remember the lesson you forgot, which was taught in immense milky way soft cloud innumerable worlds long ago and not even at all. But in our true blissful essence of mind is known that everything is alright forever and forever and forever. We just don't know it because of our thinking-minds. It said that Nothing Ever Happened, so don't worry. “I have lots of things to teach you now, in case we ever meet, concerning the message that was transmitted to me under a pine tree in North Carolina on a cold winter moonlit night. ![]()
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