While being overwhelmed by changes:

when everything falls
and turns into new movement
there the beauty is

(9 October 2018)

While contemplating an anime:

lacking awareness
blind givers, blind receivers
world's entertainment

(19 September 2018)

While listening a vision for the future:

evolution is
the bedrock of existence
in the realm of form

(9 September 2018)

While visiting a national museum:

new sight for old things
and the smell of tradition
village museum

(2 September 2018)

While thinking of personal growth:

trying to keep up
with one's own evolution
holistic learning

(11 August 2018)

While inquiring into symbolism:

to be, to relate
meaning is relationship
meaning of meaning

(11 August 2018)

While inquiring into symbolism:

it's pure creation
everything is creation
meaning of being

(11 August 2018)

While thinking about happiness:

beautiful thoughts
not to force, but to attract
endless happiness

(2 August 2018)

While thinking of human archetypes:

understanding life
and playing the game of life
the maturity

(29 July 2018)

While thinking about life:

continuous is
the movement of existence
choreography

(28 July 2018)

While watching the dust on my table:

dust on the table
and dust all over this earth
time as an image

(25 June 2018)

When I imagine being myself,
I experience limitation, restriction.

	Imagine... image... 
		brought into an image. 

When I imagine being myself,
I experience an image, an image of me.

	Experience... contact... 
		it requires an image.

When I imagine being not myself,
	but something else, another person,
I experience being not myself,
	but something else, that other person.

	Imagined... imagination... 
		the process of creating images.

	Being... to be...
		to be is to be an image.

	Imagination... image...
		the intentional act of being.

When I imagine being a human,
I experience a human.

When I imagine being a table,
I experience a table.

When I imagine being a tree,
I experience a tree.

	Myself... my self...
		individual experience that is mine.

	Me... experience of me...
		a specific experience of an image.

When I imagine being with thoughts,
I experience thinking.

When I imagine being without thoughts,
I experience the lack of thinking.

	Experienced... imagined...
		brought into being and being been.

	Imagined... being...
		the process of existing as a form.

	Unimagined... without image...
		being without a form.

When I imagine being without form,
I experience infinity.

When I imagine being myself,
I experience limitation, restriction.

When I imagine being an image,
I experience the act of experiencing.

When I imagine experiencing,
I experience reality.

	Image... form...
		the act of existing in reality.

	Imagined... with form...
		brought into reality.

	Imagination... thinking...
		the process of creating images.

	Image... abstraction...
		a different form of a form.

When I imagine something other than me,
I experience the something other than me
	and not the me.

	Imagined... experienced...
		the process of being.

We, the so called humans...

We say we live as finite beings.
We always crave infinite feelings.

We divide the matter from the mind.
We want our world perfectly designed.

We accept acting like a cripple.
We want everything to be simple.

We think art is only for a few.
We always choose beauty to pursue.

How ironic !

We, the world, are dancing.

	I am alive, I am aware,
	I am watching the world out there.
	And it feels like we both share
	something that's beautiful and rare.
	Have I seen this before, somewhere ?

	The wind blows,
	the water flows,
	the light glows,
	dancing in unison.

	Hearing,
	seeing,
	smelling,
	tasting,
	feeling
	in unison.

	Cosmic coherence,
		from stars to space,
		as far as we can trace,
	lucky in appearance,
		in many details.
	They all line up perfectly.
	Coincidence or certainty ?
	But how convenient,
	for us, the sentient !

	Cosmic dance
	with perfect stance,
		stars,
		planets,
		galaxies,
	atom by atom,
	from cosmos to quantum.

	Thoughts, feelings, actions,
	perceptions, intentions,
	the will to do, the will to not,
	what we see, what we do not
	are...
	continuous are,
	through coherent persistence,
	the movements of existence,
	as one dance.

	Knowledge with multiple meanings,
	beliefs with multiple feelings,
	synchronicity,
	serendipity
	are building complexity,
	are building
	a complex dance
	with perfect stance.

	Who am I ?
	Why ?
	What is the purpose ?
	The purpose for what ?
	The purpose of what ?
	Is it thought or is it feeling ?
	What else remains ?
	A dance of all.

	One step... the birth.
	Two steps... birth and growth.
	Three steps... birth, growth, life.
	Four steps... and death.
	Feel the rhythm and dance !

	Perfectly synced.
	Perfectly matched.
	Coherent complexity.
	A dance of infinity.

For us, the world is dancing.

 

While feeling the pleasure of thinking:

one sees and one knows
understanding everything
the eye of the mind

(23 August 2018)

While trying to read a book:

blurry attention
unable to keep focus
habit of living

(3 August 2018)

While inquiring into the laws of physics:

such narrow thinking
obsessed with reality
habit of living

(31 July 2018)

While watching my watching:

awareness itself
what if, is but a feeling
to feel, who remains

(28 July 2018)

While thinking about thinking:

that kind of thinking
with infinite potential
infinite thinking

(28 July 2018)

While analyzing my state of mind:

unconnected parts
mind broken into pieces
paradigm shifting

(19 July 2018)

While reading a book on epistemology:

simplicity as
one being, multiple thoughts
as complexity

(10 July 2018)

While watching people in the park:

people in the park
through individual eyes
the sky is watching

(10 July 2018)

While reading a book on epistemology:

emergent language
concepts of mind, all but thoughts
truth, love, good, freedom

(8 July 2018)

While reading a book on epistemology:

a whole organism
in which humans act like cells
the reality

(7 July 2018)

While thinking about memes and organisms:

as thinker I am
cell which passes ideas
neuron of the world

(1 July 2018)

While reading haiku poems:

simple play of words
complex haiku translation
reader's dignity

(28 June 2018)

While analyzing my own pain:

a shifted order
same source, but now to pleasure
the pain transcended

(28 June 2018)

While analyzing my own thinking:

perfect sense in all
thought can see and understand
a perfect order

(28 June 2018)

 

 

While watching my backpack in a restaurant:

sitting in the sun
while its owner keeps eating
black shining backpack

(4 August 2018)

While waiting in a restaurant:

same old trunk of tree
uniting the floor and roof
a familiar sight

(4 August 2018)

While watching my scooter in the park:

on the old tree trunk
the steel is facing the lake
black metal scooter

(29 July 2018)

While watching the light reflected on trees:

light is reflected
from waving lake to branches
neuronal signals

(22 July 2018)

While walking in the park in the morning:

cold wet grass and stones
the feel of humidity
warm summer morning

(22 July 2018)

While watching my scooter in the park:

on stone above trees
machine is facing nature
black metal scooter

(15 July 2018)

While watching the fountain in the park:

so cold and silent
ignoring all life around
tower of wet stones

(11 July 2018)

While watching the rain in the night:

hot summer days
now wind and rain and quiet
refreshing night

(26 June 2018)

While waiting in a restaurant:

through the roof, a tree
wooden chairs and wooden walls
a natural home

(26 June 2018)

While watching trees in the park:

rhythmic sounds
green summer trees are quiet
hidden birds

(24 June 2018)

We wake up and we go.
Where ? Who cares, we don't know.	
But we have to be there.
Where ? Who cares, anywhere.
That's how it is.
We...

Every day, every night.
Same thing, different fight.
What are we fighting for ?
Same thing, just to get more.
These are the rules.
Are...

We grow, we live, we die.
Why bother to ask why ?
It is the human fate.
Why bother to debate ?
It's status quo.
Zombies.

A life of curiosity
is a life of unknown,
	for all of us.
It's a life we create
	again and again.
It's a life we must create
	and recreate.

A life of curiosity
is a life of intention,
	the intention
		to do something
			without reward,
			or any award,
				without following
					any given path.

A life of curiosity
cannot be forced,
	it comes naturally
		without effort.
		The only effort
			is in stopping it
				from coming
				naturally.

A life of curiosity
is a belief,
	an attitude,
		a risk,
			a hope,
				the only hope.
				Because if not,
				what else do we have ?

A life of curiosity
is silence,
	focus,
		attention,
			observation
				and action.
It is flow,
	a flow into unknown
and back.

A life of curiosity
is what we find
	when we look
		outside of
			our solid walls,
			our solid beliefs,
			our comfort zone.

A life of curiosity
is happening
	right now
		everywhere.
It's in the ground,
	in the grass,
		in the trees,
			above them,
			between them,
	everywhere.
It's in the forest,
	in the sea,
		in the cities,
			in the sky,
				on this planet
				and far away from it,
	everywhere.

A life of curiosity
has happened
	and will happen.
The question is
	what do we make of it ?
Do we join
	or do we stay
		uninvolved ?
	Can we stay
		uninvolved ?

So long I've been searching
	for a place to be.
So long I've been looking
	and I could not see.
Searching for myself
	and wanting to know.
Looking for a place 
	in which I could grow.

Separate and lonely.
Me and me only.
Together with others.
Different others.

	Wherever I am, there is my home.
	Wherever I go, so goes my home.
	My home is in me and I am at home.
	It is where I was born.
	It is where I return.

So long I've been trying
	to have and possess.
So long I've been wanting
	power and success.
Trying to become
	other than I am.
Wanting more reasons
	for life to condemn.

Constant division.
Me and my vision.
Other than the world.
The way I have learned.

	Wherever I am, there is my home.
	Wherever I go, so goes my home.
	My home is in me and I am at home.
	It is where I was born.
	It is where I return.

So long I've been seeking
	a higher order.
So long I've been holding
	to a fake border.
Seeking my own place
	where no place exists.
Holding as certain
	that my life persists.

It's time to return.
To live and to learn.
Home.

	Wherever I am, there is my home.
	Wherever I go, so goes my home.
	My home is in me and I am at home.
	It is where I was born.
	It is where I return.

Home.

The mind is nothing,
the mind can be anything.
A storyteller.

	The story of mind,
	self-written and self-acted.
	By mind and for mind.

Story of itself
is what mind is obsessed with.
All about itself.

	Different kinds of mind
	make different kinds of stories.
	As they understand.

Narrative gets better
with time, as brain develops.
Knowledge brings beauty.

	The mind and the brain,
	subjective or objective.
	See it as you may.

All is but knowledge,
subjective or objective.
Two side, just one coin.

	Knowledge is like ink
	for mind to do the writing.
	Grandiose artist.

The story is art,
painted by mind for itself.
Canvas and artist.

	Necessary things
	have necessary stories.
	Value is given.

Art is a symbol,
a symbol with great value.
Value for the mind.

	Happiness the word
	is happiness the symbol.
	A symbol of mind.
	
To seek happiness
has the utmost importance.
The happy story.

	A happy person,
	persona, mask, the hero.
	A great adventure.

Nothing is needed
to be happy or carefree.
Just a good story.

	Perception of life
	is given through the story.
	As happy or sad.

To die or to live
are all about the story.
The mind does not care.

	Death is terrible
	for that which it represents.
	The end of story.

We all love stories,
both to tell and to listen.
We love what we are.