I’ve been musing over something lately — a curious idea that keeps circling back into my awareness. It’s the difference between the way I’ve been conditioned to think and the way life actually seems to unfold. I notice how much of my thinking is digital, even though I never call it that. It’s always this…
People often ask me where inspiration comes from, as if it hides in some distant sanctuary reserved for the fortunate few. Over time, through writing, creating, and observing life, I’ve discovered that inspiration isn’t something I must hunt down. It arrives when I make room for it. It moves through me rather than from me. I am not its…
The full expanse of existence leaves me in awe, as does the Maker from whom it all unfolds. When one speaks of the Maker as the only Real Thing, one points toward a presence so foundational that everything else becomes a shimmering afterimage. The universe appears like a vast matrix woven from borrowed light, while…
“Not my problem” has quietly become one of the most destructive mantras of our age. What once might have been an occasional shrug toward trivial inconveniences has evolved into an endemic disposition, corroding civic responsibility and numbing the basic human instinct of care. This widespread indifference is not merely a social trend; it is a…
The world is in perpetual turmoil. Wars, injustice, violence, and endless struggles for power are not merely external events — they are reflections of an inner disorder. Until we, at the individual level, confront and heal the spiritual void within ourselves, the collective mayhem will persist. Societies are, after all, extensions of the individuals who compose them,…
At first glance, “Spitting is a good habit, but you must use a spitting bowl” sounds trivial, perhaps even humorous. Yet beneath its simplicity lies a teaching about discipline, responsibility, and the balance between natural instinct and social order. 1. The inevitability of expression Spitting here may be seen literally as a natural bodily function, or…
I’ve been sitting with this thought for a while in my retirement: ‘it might be worse to hide my emptiness than to hide my flaws’. When I think of my flaws – the times I’ve been impatient, sharp-tongued, or quietly jealous – I don’t feel proud of them. They make me cringe when I remember….
Liberating the Self for Spiritual Evolution Not all chains are made of iron. The most difficult ones to break are forged in the mind — strands of hardened attachment, beliefs set in concrete, desires mistaken for needs, and fears disguised as truth. These are the invisible fetters that bind us to illusions, hindering the soul…