When manifest melts into unmanifest, I find the silent TRUTH — “Transcendental Meditation opens the awareness to the infinite reservoir of energy, creativity, and intelligence that lies deep within everyone.” — Maharishi Mahesh Yogi I’ve been meditating for years since learning concentration methods during my months spent in Rishikesh, India. It usually consisted of trying to still my mind by controlling…

Why you shouldn’t live in it — “I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the…

Lest you lose yourself in the muddle of what could be — “To be creative means to be in love with life. You can be creative only if you love life enough that you want to enhance its beauty, you want to bring a little more music to it, a little more poetry to it, a little more dance to it.” ― Osho…

A flashback of my own frights — i’m in a house. it’s not my own. mom isn’t home. rain storm. it won’t stop. i’m no longer in the house but now in the rain. i’m soaking wet. i’m back inside, yelling MOM. no reply. i’m all alone. i’m soaking wet. a wolf is chasing me. i can’t…

In my core and soul — So the ultimate question that haunts me to this day is quite simple yet disturbing to contemplate too harshly: Who am I? I don’t even fucking know… My friend reappeared into my life, from whence she left about a year ago. Her response to who I am these days? “Who…

a poem i love you. not in the conventional sense that i choose you over anything else. not in the way most people love, putting their hearts on the line and wishing for forever. i love you in the fucked up way i know how to love. im there for…

a poem on newness — She inhaled deeply at the longing memory of him, only to exhale a subtle goodbye, letting it hang all too heavy in the air for the next passerby to be hit in the face with its harsh intent. She looked in the rearview mirror but only for one second before…

Therefore, so did death — “The concept of time is simply an illusion made up of human memories, everything that has ever been and ever will be is happening right now.” — Sean Martin What if life already happened? As if society’s accumulation of memories is not constrained by time. As if the future’s nearly…

But it’s I who allows it — “It is the great mass of mankind, the mob, the people, who create the permanently bad times. The world is only the mirror of ourselves. If it’s something to make one puke, why then puke me lads, it’s your own sick mugs you’re looking at!” — Henry Miller I used…