Life is … (7)

… the colourful, elegant blooming of wrapped Spirit in order to purify the crudely black matter trapped inside of it. In other words, it’s about learning to cope with the deep fear to explore the eternal darkness of the world. That fear was defined within the first glance the world gave our primordial eyes, and will never leave us unless we are willing to transcend the mists of the unknown by letting the acorn we are grow by itself, with only the waters of our deepening trust and the sunlight of our inexpressible longing as nourishment.

Letting go means letting in by living within in order to become the tree one already is.

Life is … (6)

… an ancient myth about a man holding a chisel in his hands as he’s standing in front of a huge stone, obstructing his path. He can wonder about the chisel, or the stone, and try to explain all their features. He can even ignore them and take a detour. Or he can surrender to the dark stone and use the chisel he was given to free the beautiful statue hidden within. Whatever he will choose, his myth depends on it, just as his Life will depend on his myth.

Life is … (5)

… the still gaze of an old man, patiently waiting near the shores of an immense ocean, as he’s about to become the erupting fire of a dazzling new dawn.

Life is … (4)

… a graceful, humble gesture towards the primordial chaos of its cradle, so its raging darkness can be meticulously unwrapped and gently fall like sweet dew on the arid deserts of this world.

Life is … (3)

… a deep descent into the turbulent storms and dark silence of one’s utter loneliness, with only the dim light of divine Longing to guide us. It remains our conscious choice whether we flee from this invitation to continuous sacrifice, or whether we have the courage to surrender gradually to its inner treasures.

Life is … (2)

… a stranger in the land, the unknown traveller across the fertile meadows who feeds the birds, greets the trees, welcomes the rain and never stops smiling at us.

Life is …

… the most beautiful painting ever made, hidden behind a heavy door whose keys we desperately try to find everywhere, except within ourselves.