Candle

Our life is like a candle.
The light shines as long as we live.
Slowly is our energy exhausted.
We are exposed to the elements of nature.
We shine through the seasons.
At birth our light is ignited.
Death extinguishes the flame.
A candle is like our life’s light.

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10 steps to success

There are not only ten predestined steps to success, there are millions of little steps and all will lead towards the goal. The final goal is the acceptance of the inevitable. Success is only a state of mind and it is your mind who sets the goals. You are the master of your success in your head, don’t follow others find your own way.

Destruction of the moment

We get told to savor the moment.
We shall realize the now.
We shall embrace the right here.

There is nothing to remember.
No moment to think about.
Nothing else than now.

Therefore don’t infinitise the moment.
Don’t think about another moment than now.
Don’t be anywhere else than here.

The moment is now.
The moment is here.
The moment is forever gone.

Sedentary

The crow caws and flies away.
The cat meows and sneaks off.
The dog barks and runs into the darkness.

Only we humans speak out and stay forever.

Why are we sedentary?
Why do we own something?
Why do we bind ourselves?

Only we humans think that we are better than the other living creatures.

To stay at one place is to lose flexibility.
To own anything is limiting opportunities.
To follow a single thought is ideology.

Only we humans can free ourselves from everything.

Mind like water

What is the colour of water?
What is the state of your mind?

Water, like mind, is running sometimes like a crystal clear stream in the mountains. Then a waterfall brings down all the flow, the thoughts are falling like the water.
On other occasions the mind carries sorrows like little stones and sand and turns into a muddy river. No getting through, all cloudy and dirty. Then the thoughts are settling and it becomes clear eventually, or it turns into a deadly, poisonous pool. Thoughts are dying and becoming dangerous in such environments.
Sometimes small streams are carrying dead logwood down, and so does the mind. It might carry dead weight all along until it gets stuck on a river bank. Then the thoughts are flowing freely again, everywhere where they can.
No matter what the colour of your water is, it contains single drops. Each drop is an individual thought, which can be freed and evaporate to steam. Let your thoughts evaporate and create something new. Clouds in the sky are only water drops, but they are clear and fly free.
Don’t let your thoughts get frozen to solid ice, these are ideologies. No one wants the tyranny of single thoughts. We all want to fly.

What is the state of water?
What is the colour of your mind?