HOME IS WHERE THE HEART IS

In the densely woven carpet of thoughts is just as much life as in a hollow ghost tooth. When the fabric loosens, the underlying dimension of silence opens like freshly fallen snow …

The matted coat of the past slides to the ground. No longer the personality experiences the space, but the inherent being. It enjoys the gates of the senses. The being’s amazement and applause makes the world brand new. There is nothing to do, the heart is already beating freely …

The sheer knowledge is not enough to loosen the old matrix’s brace. Only when immersed in the ocean of silence do the barren corners change and liveliness gets out of hand, no longer adhering to the norms. The streams of being are foreign and at the same time deeper home. Only the first wave of the „I am“ reaches the human and no separation far and wide …