Not even this
Veils
In the shape
Of a cliff
Or like a sky rearranged
And lights
That shine
Between the silence
And what is
Not even this
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401. Not even this
Published July 12, 2026 evolving , healing , identification , Infinite space , Inner light , intuition , making art , meditation , perception , Physical and non physical , Reading art , Spiritual , Truth Leave a CommentTags: cliff, light, rearrange, shine, silence, sky, veil
400. A place you do not yet know
Published July 5, 2026 evolving , healing , Infinite space , Inner light , intuition , making art , meditation , perception , Physical and non physical , Reading art , Spiritual , Truth 2 CommentsTags: clouds, cross, held, not knowing, place, sun, time, wake up, weave, wings
Soft clouds
Open up like wings
To wake up
The little houses
That are held
By the weave of the world.
It is time, they say,
To cross the bridge
Near the place
Where the sun ends the day
To a place
That you do not
Yet know.
396. The real is playing with the real to see the real playing
Published February 21, 2026 energy , evolving , healing , identification , Infinite space , intuition , making art , meditation , Reading art , Spiritual , Truth Leave a CommentTags: creatures, heart, inner, movements, playing, real
The real
That is also inner
Is playing with me.
The creatures of the world
Come to sit on the tree
To look at the moons
As they move.
It is done
By the hand
The head
And the heart.
And they are nothing but
Movements
Of the real.
So the real
Is playing with the real
To see the real
Playing.
395. There is no house
Published February 16, 2026 evolving , healing , identification , Infinite space , Inner light , intuition , letting go , making art , meditation , perception , Physical and non physical , Reading art , Spiritual , Truth Leave a CommentTags: Grow, inside, keep, know, lights, move, repair, sky, structure
The sky came
From all directions
With little lights
To celebrate
The structure that you made
Around your house
To keep and to repair it.
The structure moves,
It grows
It knows..
But look!
There is no house inside,
Just sky.
393. The filter
Published January 19, 2026 energy , evolving , healing , identification , Infinite space , Inner light , intuition , letting go , making art , meditation , perception , Physical and non physical , Reading art , Spiritual , The world of thoughts , Truth Leave a CommentTags: arrive, artmaking, cold, landscape, leaves, longing, obstructions, pain, practice, rain, relentless, trees
This time I won’t write a poem, but a description .
At first, when I drew, I thought that the lines represented the pain that I experienced, Relentless and continuous.
Then they looked like rain.
And in the end they started to look like trees without leaves, shivering in the cold.
Behind the lines there is a landscape.
The lines are like a filter that you have to pass, if you want to go beyond. You can get caught in the filter and you will suffer pain, rain, cold and longing for leaves.
But you can also pass gently, carefully, sensitively, through the spaces between the lines, and then you will find yourself in the place where it is beautiful.
This, in a way, is the essence of spiritual practice.
You can’t eliminate all the obstructions in your personal filter. Usually there are too many of them. But you can teach yourself how to pass in the spaces among them, to arrive at where there is beauty, love, playfulness and joy. The air from the landscape is already here.
And when your practice is through making art, you are already half way there.
392. Dream
Published January 12, 2026 dream , evolving , healing , identification , Infinite space , Inner light , intuition , letting go , making art , meditation , perception , Physical and non physical , Reading art , Spiritual , Truth Leave a CommentTags: dream, dreaming, mountain, rocks, to be
It used to be a mountain
Full of rocks
And now it is a dream
That dreams itself
To be.
391. To the sun
Published January 12, 2026 evolving , healing , Infinite space , Inner light , intuition , letting go , making art , meditation , perception , Physical and non physical , Reading art , Spiritual , Truth Leave a CommentTags: breathless, cloud, fields, leap, lost my name, omen, rhythmicaly, running, sky, sun, welcome, wonder
The poem describes a trip from left to right in the picture.
I am running rhythmically
Down a tree covered hill
Becoming breathless suddenly
As I see the omen in the air.
The landscape sends me
Through the fields
Toward a tree that welcomes me
Into a spot
from which I’ll have to leap
Across the empty sky
To meet the sun
That hides behind a cloud.
And I wonder:
How will I make the leap
after having lost my name?
390. How?
Published December 9, 2025 healing , identification , Infinite space , Inner light , intuition , letting go , making art , meditation , perception , Physical and non physical , Reading art , Spiritual Leave a CommentTags: beautiful, dissolve, wanting, wordless void
Wanting
And the want dissolves
Fluttering once more
In the wordless void,
How can anything
Not wholly beautiful
exist?
389. When he fell
Published December 9, 2025 healing , identification , Infinite space , Inner light , intuition , letting go , making art , meditation , perception , Physical and non physical , Reading art , Spiritual Leave a CommentTags: accept, alive, beautiful, fell, green, heart, hungry, jois, lean, light, sorrows, sun
He was hungry
When he fell
His green was still alive
His sun still yearned to shine
A little more
His joys and sorrows
Leaned against the wall
The light has started
Growing bigger
It was beautiful
He knew
Now where is
The unseeable heart
That will accept him all
Into itself?
384. A visit with August Moon
Published September 14, 2025 evolving , healing , Infinite space , intuition , meditation , perception , Spiritual , Truth Leave a CommentTags: air, attention, beauty, door, energy, family, feelings, fiction, heart, key, landscape, life, love, together, undefinable, writing
I sat in my chair, at the table. I closed my eyes.
I brought my attention to the heart, which is the heart of all.
The sun started to shine from the heart. The energy of it started to grow all around me as a balloon.
I made myself comfortable inside of it.
I counted slowly to ten and the balloon disconnected from where it was and started to fly, without my control.
I came to a big door and looked at it.
I had a key in my hand and I observed the key.
I placed the key in the key-hole and opened the door.
I went in.
Beyond the door, there was a beautiful landscape, like one of those that sometimes come to me on their own.
There was a stick on the ground and I took it in my hand.
I drew with it another door in the air. I drew a handle on the door
I thought for a moment what I wanted to find on the other side.
It was August Moon. I wanted to meet with August Moon.
I drew on the front of the door an interpretation of him. It was a little bit like the drawing that I have here next to me, on the door of the closet. Many lines in the air.
I went to my heart and brought out my feelings about him.
I put them in the drawing and spent some time looking at the energy of my lines.
I opened the door and went in.
August was all the air around me and had no end in all directions. There was nothing to see, and yet I knew that he was there.
I felt my love to him and his love to me.
A question came to me: Why am I here, in my life, in America, with Anita, with all the people that are in my life, and with all the things that I know? What is the purpose of my being here?
You are here to see how beautiful everything is, and to love everything, was the answer.
August, I said, I don’t want to be alone.
You are the most together that anybody can be, was the answer.
It was time to leave.
I turned around and walked back through the drawn doorway.
I was in the balloon of energy.
I counted back from ten to one and came back to my body.
I breathed and felt my body. I looked around at all the objects in my room.
I knew that I am always with August. He is inside of the undefinable me, and I am inside of undefinable him.
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