Writings

There is experience happening, and no one separate from it having it.

You thought you were lost, but the place you were in just couldn't be reached by thinking.

You think the open mind keeps you free. Watch what happens the moment someone questions what you believe.

The ache wasn't from not getting it, it started the moment your hand began to move.

The thoughts haven't slowed, what changed is who I think I am inside them.

Point at your hand and you see your hand. Point at your face and the finger arrives at the room.

Sometimes the question isn't looking for an answer, it's the shape avoidance takes when it learns to sound like searching.

Some pain isn't a malfunction, it's a measurement of how close you stood to something worth losing.