Blink

Let’s imagine that in the blink of an eye our history blinks out, disappears, and suddenly we see everything as everything is, rather than having to peer through the obscurantic veil of memory.

Words, words, words

Don’t change the narrative—delete it. Right action is the soul of eloquence.

Numinous, luminous

Love has no properties, nothing to validate a story, swear allegiance to or believe in. The Tibetan Book of the Dead describes it as “the luminous splendour of the colourless light of Emptiness.

You’re only lonely

Alone is bespoken, an existential fact. Lonely is a loose and promiscuous fiction.