Being. Being not body. Being not mind. Being nothing. Just being. When I think over this riddle at least 10,000 time more from now on, maybe I success.
"How am I to fight desire? There is nothing stronger." asked the questioner to Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj. "the waters of life are thundering over the rocks of objects - desirable or hateful. Remove the rocks by insight and detachment and the same waters will flow deep and silent and swift, in Greater volume and with… Continue reading How to fight desire?
Kids know the best how to love themselves. They are not separated yet from their needs of body, mind and soul. They don't think or plan to achieve their dreams. They build no images of the world. Then they see, observe, learn how we as adults do, act, teach. They start to imagine about the… Continue reading Wake up
There are 21! pots of tomatoe sprouts.. Where should I plant them at all?🤦♀️ Baby tittibhasana and flying crow pose happy to see, now I can take one leg off from my arm.💪 From Monday's burlesque jazz class I learn the movement for Taekwondo spinning, but not the dance...🙈 I have kind of spell that… Continue reading The last station
The compassion based on self-conciousness won't make oneself misunderstood. I could easily show my compassion and love, probably they are from the same root, but so long as I wasn't giving the true love to myself, any kind of positive actions toward others won't get their acknowledgment. I was afraid of being rejected everytime, whenever… Continue reading compassion
When the wind blows, think of one little Asian in straw hat with red ribbon, would you? 😉 "The world is same as yesterday, time goes by, only me myself has changed. Once meant to me so much like treasure, left for me so many memories, now over my head, blows the wind. Tears go… Continue reading Wind
After I shifted obviously the center of view point from others and outside in to me and inner self, I can feel kind of blissful gratitude I am receiving by my choice. I chose actions what I need, because I know now my state. And as return I get the most wonderful, helpful and worthy… Continue reading Shifting the center point
Never thought, I would love this early morning time for bringing out the waste.I miss my 'me-time', riding on a night train, reading and reading, waking up with stiff limbs, drinking black tea with plain bread served by the train cafeteria and taking off the train in another city, with different sunlight, new faces, foreign… Continue reading Early in the morning
Drawing story of this week. Martial. As my therapist asked me, what would describe me the best for now, with no hesitation, in my head there was only one word coming up. Krieger. Warrior in German. I never wished to be a warrior, no, not even in fantasy. Maybe that's why I was so hard… Continue reading Warrior