Zaza: A recreational recreant in an archipelago with green grass, a flock of sheep and a shepherd.
Logos: Are there messages for you, you ask. There are messages, in every nook and cranny for those who need them but fractured reality will do no good to you. A coast where no ship can find a moor. You were a part of their dream–a costly part. You come very costly. Rahu weaves its phantasmagoric matrix to delude. Some more energy gets trapped into temporal loops: stories for some, business for others and pastimes for yet others. The restless energy comes to Tathata who transmutes it into a divine archipelago–an exquisite space where flock of sheep can breath. Who is it that chases mirages and plays game of shadows? You can never find it. Don’t you recognize perfect freedom of being free from seeking–this very moment? There are people who don’t perceive any mystery around them, then are those who perceive it but take no interest, some people search for origins of mystery and then there are others who have made peace with the mysterious. Can you make peace with the mysterious, treating it as nothing more than slight mango powder tang in a bowl of oatmeal? If you can treat it that way consider yourself liberated, otherwise consider yourself a slave to it. Continue reading “The Heart Center!”