Etre rempli de pluie Traversé par les milliers de gouttes Ruisselantes et crépitantes Sur les tôles ondulées de nos crânes Être vide de mots, Poème
Étiquette : mind
I am a Family
Of all this entanglement, this usual arrangement we call ‘the ego’, the most prominent aspect is the chatting mind, the inner conversation about everything and
Life, What Else?
Because it is definitely impossible for me to stand out of the system from which I desperately try to gauge phenomena…. every phenomenon I might
Self-Powered Spiral
Has it ever dawned on you that, maybe, the main obstacle to the fluency of events and an overall well-being were yourself? Out of habits
Finding our Calm…Again
« Getting calm » has no real meaning, because this request seems to imply there is some mechanical process that needs activating– press this button and you’ll
Notes & Silence 