consciousness

Where does truth stand, between hypotheses and lies?: A poem

Would you have sprung forth unconsciously into the world, when you were unceremoniously caught in the forceps of a conceiving reality subordinating your own hidden conception of spirit? Did you realise that this lifetime was a pretentious circle, even if time was meant to be circular, because there was actually the diagonality of two ends? Would you be aware, that you were infernally locked up in the diagonality of the twoContinue reading “Where does truth stand, between hypotheses and lies?: A poem “

I peer through the window into space…: A poem

I peer through the window into a space, a place dotted by imagination, illusion, fantasy, Like a child’s first venture into fable, where he discovers there is a reality beyond the surreal moat of a bounded reality And I question every science that seems to connote a presumption or conclusion to the existence of being Have I not wanderedContinue reading “I peer through the window into space…: A poem “

Carl Jung: The empath, the archetype; and what is a warped reality?: A poem

What do you venture to describe in the years where the mist gathers over you like a blanket and falls down on you like a spiritual rain, so dense that it condenses your analytical rationale into a madness that you fear?! And do you tread into it like it were your own anima, shining its light on you, albeit whatContinue reading “Carl Jung: The empath, the archetype; and what is a warped reality?: A poem “

Rosenkreutz, the Rosy Cross, and the alchymical wedding: A poem

Did Christian Rosenkreutz ever live? And did he ever die? Like a silent pledge over centuries, the embodiment of a secret existence, when the leaking of the Fama Fraternitas set a flurry of intellectual angst all over Europe that became an unfulfilled pursuit of what could not be found in texts and could not be sought in a Lodge of practice? Was itContinue reading “Rosenkreutz, the Rosy Cross, and the alchymical wedding: A poem “

Would the cuckoo know space-time manifestations?: A poem

Does the cuckoo in the clock know the difference? They say the universe’s memory is lodged only on its surface – the macroscopic existence of gravity like a large box with three-dimensional spaces and the quantum existence in the microscopic! Should they not resolve, may actually be encoded in a two-dimensional digital dataset. Like a hologram that is flat but appears three-dimensional. Even a blackhole is onlyContinue reading “Would the cuckoo know space-time manifestations?: A poem “

Huxley, the West pursued so-called happiness; the East sought equanimous calm: A poem

Did you see a vision in your sudden blindness that you needed to learn and teach, out of a raging pursuit out of a debilitation? And how you turned out to be (!) prolific mentor in a dystopian world! Discovering that the piecrust of seeking happiness leaves one without tasting the meat within it. Like in the West, libido felt like a liberation,Continue reading “Huxley, the West pursued so-called happiness; the East sought equanimous calm: A poem “