I remember very little of my childhood I can’t recall my parents ever touching meneither to caress, nor to punishI did not know anything about lovetenderness, contact, intimacy, warmthOnly through music did I have a chance to show my feelingsSometimes, when I lie awake at nightI wonder wether I have lived at allIs it the… Continue reading Music versus Life
I suspect there is a level of being overwhelmed by the thought of painting on a canvas which leads me to using cameras. Similarly there may be some level of bravery in living life which relaxes me, and persuades me increasingly to write as purely as possible — pure of mind in depth, and pure… Continue reading Manufaktum
The last breath will not be a question. There will be nothing to ask in the midst of such symbolic sounds implying a departure is at hand. The last breath will not inquire, for the last breath need not obey.
Thank you, William Shakespeare, Miguel de Cervantes, Johann Wolfgang von Goethe! Where would I be without your poetic tongues?And Jalāl ad-Dīn Mohammad Rūmī, and Alexander Pushkin, who can be more inspiring to dive and fly in life through your cultural, and equally transcendental wordings?You all understood something beyond our physical being which has had your… Continue reading Beyond language and vocabulary
Large mirror, naked self, and a mild, sincere smile onto the reflection. (repeat as often as needed)
This thing we call life is just a live-performance. It is not one reality, for we go through only one version of it — the individual one. An instruction booklet to life can not be printed, not ahead of birth, not during the performance, not while getting off the stage. The first couple of years… Continue reading Reduction, expansion, fragility, and protection
That is the selfSimpleSingularMajusculeQuite a featIn the mind with the English tonguewriting it displays a highly concerted and concentrated effortIn that which I prepare to drink or eatand in how I drink or eat itIn the sounds with timing I wish to composethe words I conveyeither for poetryor conversation In the frames I freeze through… Continue reading I
“Life is suffering, and we spend our lives looking for happiness.” This was her expressed view during our conversation. Is it not fair to say that life is pleasure, happiness, joy, and we erroneously spend energy and passion in search of suffering? — Notes on a Clubhouse conversation
All is sacred. Everything.
Counting an average of 20,000-25,000 breaths daily, leading to an average of seven to nine million yearly, the thought of breathing touches me deeply, for it is, in its simplicity and complexity, much more than physical stability and health. As a physically dependent being, as an emotional entity, as a slave to creativity, being, here… Continue reading Breath
The transcendental way is the quotidian simplicity and complexity — grinding coffee, smelling the grounds, seeing the watering process; observing the slow transition of bacon in the pan; dwelling on the crucial liveliness of the ing form; playing with breathing...
There are moments that give way to the merging of tears, deep breathing, and an orgasm. To some, like myself, this is known as the moment in which one performs an hour — or three — with a piano.
the periphery is ever presenta point of focus can not consume itan intrinsic persuasion to focus, though equally ever presentwill ease the effort to see what we wish to seebut the periphery is ever presentever relevantthe periphery includes the point of focuswhen does focus include the periphery?
Delight in the sun. Delight in the dark. Eat carefully. Avoid fatigue and worry. Be lively rather than hopeful. Breathe with intent. Celebrate.