The Moment

You wait for it
your entire life.
You seek it
expect it
and urge it
to invade you,
to rejuvenate the joy.

And when you surrender;
it comes..
Do you hear
the sound of rain and thunder?

An overflowing nothingness
and you swim in its fragrance.
Nothing matters anymore,
things are things.
Nothing belongs to you,
you belong to Existence.
You’re at ease;
you forgive people.

You turn your face
towards the exhilarating sun,
and witness
the allowing,
the letting go
and the rebirth.
You enter your own temple..
You are present..
the lotus flourishes..
You remember..





They were all around me

willing to fix me

they covered my cracks

with recited promises

they convinced me that

life is supposed to be hard

it must be your fault, they said

for your frantic look

is not listed in our book

Hushhhhhh, they whispered

bleed in silence

don’t dare to break the grid

don’t shake the eyes open

your pain is to be tamed, they decided

with another promise here

and a cushion there

they handed me the camouflage suit

passed down through generations

a tradition they were proud of

when you wear it, they assured me

all shall vanish

the nudges, the confusion, the swollen tumors and the buried pain

I trusted them

The suit wasn’t my size

my body shrunk to fit I couldn’t breath

I rehearsed their words

“life is supposed to be hard”

I looked at life through their vision

and numbed my eye

their sun looked different

pale and cold it needed a sun

there were no swaying trees

no lady bugs

no sacred liquid no luscious hives no orbs

I now know

where they come from

my voice betrayed me

or did I betray my voice

hands shaking, I took off the suit

in fear in rage I couldn’t tell

I ran


wild and raw

towards the wilderness

where witches salute my aroma

where silence

is the opposite of absence

I shed tears

burning tears

but the many sunrises ahead

were pulling me I couldn’t resist the light

I am I am

I declared

to Existence

celebrating the return of my voice

I gave birth to a new star

M. R.

Source Energy



If we are source energy having a physical experience, which means that we are both physical and non-physical. Does this mean that we are bigger than source energy/Universe/God whatever you called it?

Does this mean that source energy felt bored or curious at some level in order to decide to have this experience?

Does this make us more joyful – in all our sad and happy moments – than Source Energy?

If Source Energy resides within, does it make it a part of us; the whole?

And many more questions….





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