EVERYTHING & NOTHING

At this moment, everything sounds over-expressed, tiring, meaningless, like shouts alerting heads to be kept above the water. It is time to dive, say less, listen more attentively, feel how long I can stay at the bottom, enraptured by the merging between light and darkness, connected with source, where there is nothing to say.

What comes out sprouts as nonsense flow, I prefer gibberish rather than compulsory lies describing something different than what is. And, what is it really?

Now I am diving into a simplicity that does not see ahead. Appreciation for beauty and nature is felt when I come back to nothing needs to be different…simple! Simply.

Being in a life that has brought me to see deeper through the lenses of a certain connection of openness and what leads to that connection of openness, and what needs to be cleared to get there, as if there is a difference between here and there… and suddenly not having that perception of difference anymore, and there is nowhere but here, is very strange.

I have no impulse to create anything.

I am just following the currents of the rivers rushing towards the oceans of repercussion and resonance between humans—by pouring contents or talking about anything…

I love to feel, to lose my straight lines into curves, I guess this is what is calling me, the power of earth that gathers and creates ground and roots: this is not what I am familiar with in my being, my roots have always been floating and moving in many different territories, without ever settling anywhere, just because fire and water have been primarily motivating my life, my joy, my learning, my spark…

I love intensity, I love to burn, I love to drown… somehow this new element is coming into my sense of reality: Earth.

Nothing more to say, recognising that everything is good as it is, and yes, nothing is good as it is, it is all fucked up…and both can be together at the same time.

It is in this everything and nothing that I sit!