Inspiration

Engraving, Camille Flammarion, 1888 Three Inner Needs For almost my entire life I have been in a state of yearning, as if in some secret place the treasure was hidden that would forever change the tone of my heart. This yearning led me to search in the depth of a look, in the recesses of […]

“Iwas thinking the day most splendid till I saw what the not-day exhibited,Unspeakable high processions of sun and moon and countless stars above…I was thinking this globe enough till there sprang out so noiseless around me myriads of other globes.”– Walt Whitman One of my earliest childhood memories occurred almost 40 years ago. One warm

How far is it “from here to eternity?” – Robert Earl Burton The Burning Flame We live each day of our lives embraced by a longing, a very deep longing. It is a formless void that we dare not stare at, but that is there. It burns within us as a constant reminder of a

The answer is not words, but a state. – Robert E. Burton The Internal Dimension I am sitting in my office, watching the palm trees bend meekly, a few meters beyond my window, before the force of the wind. I can recognize the activity in my being, the pleasure seducing my senses at this vision. And

A Hidden Axis There is a hidden axis that goes through my inner world, an axis of love. It is a column of timeless and subtle energy that has always remained there, although often I do not perceive it. Usually my thoughts, and my thoughts about my thoughts, create a kind of vibration that, when it is more intense, inevitably removes me

Every effort to be present comes from essence and is an act of love. The conscious effort to be present All the efforts we make to maintain the state of presence are sustained by a deep love. This love, like an uncomfortable and permanently lit flame, maintains the necessary desire to self-remember, to be present.

Here and now is not later; it is not tomorrow when I get up. Much less is it next Monday. Here and now is this instant, covered with normalities, with nothing mystical or poetic, but rather overwhelmingly normal. Here and now has no angel chants as background music, no cherry blossoms under our nose begging

Our Father who art in heaven: the highest point within me to which I can turn my gaze. Hallowed be your name: for all who dwell in me, especially when I pronounce it without awareness of myself or of you. Thy kingdom come: the kingdom of consciousness. Thy will be done: what has not yet

The expectation was too great. A current of warm air carried all those strange smells that evoked something in me between vertigo, disgust and longing. A mix of sensations too unlikely to be taken seriously. Part of the excitement was due to what would happen that night: under the big tent all kinds of appurtenances