THE "I" THAT HAS NO NAME

We settle down, in the absence of miracles. We make it so cozy as possible, in the loss of the most essential. We built our homes in the lost paradise ...

We are somehow trying to fill the void and we do not seem to succeed. But in future maybe, if we just go ahead and eventually have more of something, it will work. We know that this is not the case. What we like creates our world. If we somehow like to be victims or seekers, who unfortunately have not found yet, then we live in it. However, if we like the presence of what we really really want, then IT can not resist ...

We can now liberate the missing from the mirage of seeking, from the indefinite future. We can stop cultivating religions and invite it now and here into our lives, dancing with it bodily. The "I", which has no name, was never gone ...