Midnight honesty

To see the inside of the trunk the swing of the axe must be exactly in the center, soft yet precise, perfectly vertical, not silly strong. It is the same with meditation.

Although we are equal, we are not similar. Everybody is unique and is up to each individual to discover his uniqueness.
It is time for me to drop the masks and the effort to become someway. Becoming means going astray, away from your essence, from who you really are. I shifted from trying to reach an illusory destination to finding the true origin.
Life is not about creating yourself. Life is about discovering yourself, knowing thyself. Everyone carries the divine link inside of him. What you find, is not your creation, it has always been there, it just waited for the light to come in.

The journey consists in climbing downwards. The heart doesn't know how to lie, the spirit much less. The mind is the only one that can lie, and the only one that can be fooled is herself. It stands in her own way, that's why it has to be put aside in this process.
The existence sprinkles the specific ingredients in each womb and everyone can taste his. The quest consists in tracing them, knowing their provenience, and applying them on this level, being aware that in the end, with the last breath, I will have access to the kitchen in which everything is being prepared. Maybe I had access before but I don't remember.

Every experience encountered on the way, either pleasant or not, is necessary. Storms will come, heavy rains, thunders, but after the dark night of the soul, first spark of light comes in. Everything becomes smooth, like a breeze, and for the first time you feel the totality of the present moment.

The horizont blunts the edges. The sky takes me under his wings and gives me the thrill of flying. The sun shows me the beauty of shining and lighting paths. The moon reveals her mysteries in my veins. Earth tells me not to be afraid and ensures me not only that I live, but also that I'm alive.