The Inescapable Waking State

And once again I close my eyes knowing that I can never escape this moment—the eternal moment in which I am one with everything.

I immerse myself into the dream once again, making it more and more complex, creating a play of light and shadow, making it ever more complex, setting traps and dangerous ambushes.

Forming a complex maze and labyrinth to get lost,
to find myself, to lose the key to my real self…
to lose the key once again.

To forget who and what I am.
Whispering secrets into one part of me,
forgetting the secrets with another part of me.

Dividing the language so that some masks of me say yes and others say no. Divide the self. Forget again. Just so I can sleep and forget the inescapable truth of the real, of the here and now, of the waking state.



The Dancer in the Perpetual Flame

(a brief message for Karin, r.i.p.)

This universe is created and destroyed in the blink of an I.

Destroyer, Creator and Maintainer, locked in a crazy, eternal dance––dancing as the flame of fire in the center of any room. The flame creates itself, at the same time that it consumes itself.

In the center of the flame, you can see the dancer, creating and destroying; and through the dance, maintaining the flame. And so, a universe is created and destroyed, and everything is perennially fresh and new.

The Absolute, the one true being, is there free, without pain and suffering, perpetually dancing away. No conflict. No drama. No karma. No lingering pains. Just the flow of the immeasurable. No division between good or bad, right or wrong. No high and low. It’s all just the harmonious circle of the eternal dance.


Photography by Sharla Sanchez