When I experience loneliness I have agreed to the idea that my identity is based on the self-perceived limitations of space and time. If I have agreed to these limits of self-concept I have forgotten the truth that I am not an organic carbon based organism located in time and geographical space, but the universal…
It seems that our attention is habitually fixed outwardly towards the things, people, events and relationships which seem to most immediately impact own own circle of influence. This means that we are, willy-nilly, bobbing corks floating on the roiling surface of a stormy ocean, at the whim of crashing tides and waves, their unpredictable troughs…
"Expectation is premeditated disappointment"
We breathe, but do we know that it is not we who breath, but that we are breathed by the very breath of Life Itself? We hurriedly glance at each other. Sliding by in the slipstreams of our individual bubbles, seeing through the prismed eyes of limitation, we witness the gospel of separation expanded and…
It is not we who are seeking love, rather, it is Love seeking us. And the love we 'seek' can only be found by flinging our whole being off the edge of the known world, freely falling fully surrendered into the abyssal depths of the unknowable unseen. It is there in the celestial darkness of…
Most of us seek what we think we need out there, in the world. We seem not to know that all that we would seek can only be found within. So how does this insight impact our relationship to the hard bound circumstances of our lives? It is said that the circumstances of our lives…
To feel love is to be love. To be love is to love everything exactly as-it-is. It is not having preferences, because love has no preferences. That is why the Upanishads say, "The husband(/wife/child) is not beloved for the husband's sake, but for the sake of the Self that dwells within." Nothing is beloved for…
Deeper than sound, deeper than the absence of sound, Beyond birthing and dying, beyond hope and despair, It is ever true, ever free, ever full, ever perfect, Even as It expresses through the imperfect conditional, Its unconditionality cannot be compromised. We are ever 2 things, Mortal and Immortal, Both dying to live & living to die,…
It is easy to coast through each day, managing a mild form of acceptably "normal" anguish.
Emptied of Myself BLOG by Andre van Zijl - musings, poetry and art 