There is a strange place within me, where the word "self" wants to point something out. That place of stillness and quiet, where I am with myself and look for the self. A place deep in the heart, free from ties to the outside world, a place where being alone feels right, no expectations are active there, other people are certainly present in memory or thought, but they have no influence. That place where...
Movement Instead of Rootedness I recently asked myself if I really want to be grounded. Am I a tree that sinks its roots into the earth and doesn't move, but grows in the environment where the seed once sprouted? Or do I want to be a rock in the surf, letting the water wash over me, yielding something over millennia and dissolving into the sand? My idea of human existence is actually different, more about movement, exploration, and...
Sometimes I react strangely. Someone does something unexpected, an uncertainty within me is awakened. How do I process that and how do I react to it, and what does "react" even mean here? So it's about expectation, a being in the world that anticipates. The future is considered predictable and is also seen as such. If I do this or that, someone might react in one way or another. But sometimes it happens that the other person's reaction is different. I...
Ramana, one of India's great enlightened beings, lived in Tiruvannamalai. At the core of his teachings is the concept of the Self: its emptiness and simultaneously immeasurable vastness. His teachings are simple; he does not follow a long tradition of interpretations. He was a simple man who meditated on the mountain and held satsangs. As a contemporary of Aurobindo, people listened to both and compared their radically different approaches. I am currently in Tiruvannamalai. I have attended some satsangs. I had a question in mind: How…
An apple, a strawberry, a melon or a passion fruit, a banana or plum, a tomato or cucumber, a bean or grain, a coconut, and a pomegranate. Fruits want to be eaten, they want to bring pleasure, nourish, and sometimes even intoxicate. They shimmer and ferment, decay and exude scents, they catch the eye, enchant the senses, create desire and enjoyment. They are not entirely accidental. Fruits reflect a desire of those who eat them: humans, horses, monkeys, ants, beetles, birds...
Zen is about finding your true self. But it doesn't exist, and that's the mystery of our existence. In a world of representations, cognitive dissonance, and alternative facts, it's good to immerse yourself in the essence of existence, in a non-dual being. Thinking helps very little here, because thinking is actually always thinking about something, reflecting on something. Thinking is an activity that refers to something, that deals with representations of the world. That which...
Ever since I first heard about shadow work decades ago, I've wondered exactly what it is. I always thought of deep abysses in the soul, traumas, taboos, secrets that you haven't shared with anyone because it's too shameful to talk about. I thought shadows are what we hide from ourselves and from others. And there's probably something to that idea. Now I've realized that shadows first appear somewhere else...
The snake in paradise seduced Eve into eating a fruit from the forbidden Tree of Knowledge, which distinguishes between good and evil. Why was the Tree of Knowledge forbidden? Why did the snake seduce Eve? What did the fruit taste like? When I asked myself why I wanted to talk about this, I felt like Eve standing before the tree, talking to a snake who was trying to seduce me into eating the fruit. Do...