Only temporary

«Ποια είσαι;» (“Who are you?”), when I walked by with the dogs and greeted her. The question came from interest. It’s not difficult to read someone’s energy field. Yet, this question has been puzzling me for months. Every time someone asks. Today I inquired.

The heart of this world

This life, this reality, is mostly a hall of mirrors. A matrix of reflections.

We learn through each other. We come to know our self through interaction, through relationship. Whatever we see comes through a mirror—inverted, distorted, sometimes like a photographic negative. But still… revealing.

Invisible by nature

The few suffer because of the many.

99% of people comply, settle, bend
a rare 1% don’t.

In-between worlds, in-between languages

My mind doesn’t think — it enters.
Thinking carries distance: separation, safety, the absence of contact.
What happens here is different. It’s movement through something, not observation from the outside.