The nature of reality is this: It is hidden, and it is hidden, and it is hidden. (Rumi)

The ritualization of violence is the first step into evolution.

All dualities are unresolvable

their origins get lost
in the fuzziness of the evolutionary past
like chicken and egg

What are truths without lies?

but what was first?

Cherish your nightmares

they herald your inner troubles

The trouble with the Buddhists is that

they are too Buddhist
obsessed with size
brainwashed by repetition
yet still claim
less is more

Paradox is perfection fallen

reality is paradox broken

Specialize on the general

generalize on the special.

A designer knows he has achieved perfection not when there is nothing left to add, but when there is nothing left to take away.

(Antoine de Saint-Exupe)

When the predator's had its day

the time is ripe for the prey
though it may seem a cruel way
may the destination be worth the pay

Every creative act is an act of universe creation

The gurus who puppets aspire to are puppets themselves

What is the meaning of life?

must have been asked
zillions of times
and not answered

thus made itself
it's own answer

isn't love a question?
ever unfolding
posing like an answer

Awake is not really that conscious

It is as asleep as the sleep itself

The essence of life is in the denial

as much as acceptance

The creative moment is like flight

you have to let go

Once the tongue is in

the penis is not too far away

Timing is in the preparation

A good question has no answer

Whatever you yearn for

you lost it on the way

What is that wonderful place?

between asleep and awake
hidden from normal attention
as if to protect it's grace

Asleep dream

awake imagine

Although we despise animals

we secretly envy their peace with time
in our obsession with controlling it
we have also become it's slaves
and chased away the good spirits

maybe that is the way it is
they like an occasional walk-about
to let the owner play and grow
and come back when missed
in the longest love affair
between the beast and the angel
between being and nothingness

Sometimes one picture is many words

other times one word is many pictures
but most of the times one picture is one word
it's name

The questions of existential nature

can be the ultimate, but often ignored
since being is forgetting
the non-being

Rhythm is temporal harmony

harmony is spatial rhythm

Long repeated things get compacted

and hidden from normal attention
and become habits

being is the longest habit

Just a line segment

that's all we get from life

Balance survives

imbalance evolves

The earth is a flower

we are the spores

Proof makes a genius

from a crackpot

When emotion is lost to intelligence

being collapses

When you are alone

you are in God's presence

When simplicity meets complexity

beauty is born

When why doesn't

why not does