Journey To The Self – Viaje Hacia El Ser

There is a strange contentment that comes from embracing the darkness. It’s a void of deep peace. A cave only the heart knows where to rest. The smoke is only the consequence of pleasure. That inhale of the cigarette that kills the lungs but awakens the soul. It’s the symbolic life that courses through my…

This existential longing that pulls the thread of my being… like a spider web that is weaved into the fabric of space-time. All paths lead eventually to the centre. To the confrontation with what is or isn’t impermanent… The continuum we created to identify ourselves with, must one day detangle by the force of the…

There is no certainty. Whoever we think we are, we are not. Whoever we wish we were, we are not. When the heart breaks, and the “I” dissolves, we can find ourselves stripped naked from the ideas that created a continuum through memories, dreams, longings… We are not those either. There is no certainty about…