In the Spotlight

Heard while falling asleep: Lucifer is the false light (that everyone worships, the worldy ambience and fashions, the company and celebrity. So it they don't see you, then all is well.)

I can't put a spotlight on him; it's not allowed, somehow, inspite of all his brilliance, the outgoing light is deflected from him and I see nothing I can worship. And we are saved from false idols.

refraction

It is amazing, over the course of 24 hours, how an action's implications can change colors and aspects, from gloomy to bright, as if you were turning a crystal in front of a light source. How the mood can change from one of expected resentment to one of openness and accord, from guilt to innocence.

Lustration

Taking refuge from the rigidity of conclusion in the fluidity of the now. Sacrificing the idol (the model) on the altar of the infinite, dissolving the weary in the ultimate freshness.

How intimately can you know Reality

How deeply can you submerge yourself in Now.

for the emptiness

O spark of God, light up.
Be warmed by your own light,
Be fluid with your own spirit,
Be saturated with brine of your own life.

Stretched across the moment,
who comes through the needle of now?

early morning

It's not whether or not you are noticed, but whether you notice. Not whether you're loved, but that you love. Not what you get, but what you give. Remember that you are and stay lucid about being, expecting nothing.