THE COSMOS GIVES ME THE BURDEN OF A PHYSICAL FORM AND IT MAKES LIFE ON THIS PLANE UNBEARABLE. 

THE COSMOS GIVES ME REST IN OLD AGE AND PEACE IN DEATH.

WHAT MAKES LIFE GOOD THEREFORE ALSO MAKES DEATH GOOD. 

CAN  I TRUST THE UNIVSERSE ON THE VERGE OF DISINTEGRATION? 

NO THING MAKES SENSE ANYMORE, BUT.

I AM BECOMING MY BODY AGAIN. MY BODY IS WITHOUT ORGANS, I AM AN ENDLESS FIELD OF POSSIBILITY.

TO LISTEN WITHOUT FIXING. 
TO STAND IN MUD WITHOUT FLINCHING. 

I AM TRYING TO PLAY THE ROLE 
NOT TO LEAD, NOT TO FOLLOW, BUT TO MOVE WITH WHAT IS ALREADY MOVING

THE CLIENT IS NOT A CASE. THE CASE IS NOT A PROBLEM.

THE PROBLEM IS A DOORWAY

I LEARNED TO WAIT,  TO UNCLENCH THE FIST OF HELP, TO TRUST THE EMPTY MOMENT. 

THE RIGHT TIME ARRIVES WHEN YOU STOP GRASPING. 

WIND OVER WATER, EARTH UNDER FIRE. 
THE ROLES SHIFT, THE FORMS DISSOLVE. 
BUT THE INTENTION STAYS SIMPLE:
TO SEE. TO BE SEEN. TO BE WITH.

I JUST SAW IT IN A WHITE SPACE AND I LOOKED AT IT. 

I SAW IT IN A WHITE SPACE AND SUBCONSCIOUSLY I SAW MYSELF OUT OF MY ENVIRONMENT. 

I SAW A WAY FOR MY FUTURE THAT WAS NOT A FAILURE.

THAT WAS NOT DESPERATE. 

ONE THAT WAS NOT SUICIDAL.

THAT WAS NOT LOSING. THAT WAS NOT ALCOHOLIC OR ANOREXIC. THAT WAS NOT UNLOVED. 

(IN A DREAM YOU SAW A WAY TO SURVIVE AND YOU WERE FULL OF JOY). 

28/05/2023

BEFORE THE WORDS
THERE WAS LIGHT ON WATER AND  HUNGER WITHOUT SHAME

THE WORLD WAS JUST WHAT IT WAS. 

AND YOU WERE PART OF IT.

THEN CAME WORDS. 

THE MEASUREMENT IN CUURENCY. 

YOU BECAME YOU AND EVERYTHING ELSE BECAME OTHER. 

BUT THE TAO REMEMBERS

IT HIDES IN SILENCE, IN TOUCH, IN BREATHING. 

I DO TOO. IN A DREAM. 

I CAN GO BACK.

NOT TO ESCAPE BUT TO BEGIN AGAIN.

THE INNER CRITIC, THE ENDLESS MEASURING. 

I SMILE. I LAUGH. I SHOUT: "A-HA! A-HAHAHA!"

AND THE VOICE THAT SAID "NOT ENOUGH"

BEGINS TO STAMMER.
BEGINS TO SHRINK. 

THE BUDDHA SMILES THROUGH ME. 
QUIETLY, KINDLY AND MINDFUL.

BECAUSE THE MOUNTAIN I CLIMB
WAS NEVER MEANT TO BE CONQUERED. 

IT IS ENOUGH FOR ME TO WALK, 
TO REST,
TO FORGET THE MAP,
AND NOTICE THE SKY. 

TO BE WITHOUT FAULT IS A MIRAGE

(I CANNOT LIE TO MYSELF ANYMORE AND SAY:

I AM A GOOD PERSON. BECAUSE I HAVE DONE WRONG.)

BUT THE SMILE IS A PORTAL AND THE LOVE I AM CONNECTS WITH ALL THAT IS.

THE PATH IS NOT A PATH

IT SLIPS BENEATH MY FEET AS I WALK. 

THE WAY THAT CANNOT BE NAMED IS THE WAY THAT REMEMBERS YOU. 

SILENCE AS LANGUAGE.
STILLNESS AS POWER. 

A RETURN TO THE UNCARVED BLOCK
WHERE NOTHING IS LACKING

WHERE EVERYTHING IS IN THE PROCESS OF BECOMING THE ESSENCE OF ITSELF.

WHERE BEING AND NON-BEING INTER TWINE

AND YOU, FORGOTTEN BY YOURSELF,
ARE FINALLY HOME