I’m a vagabond. I’m a wanderer. Whenever I have set out on a journey, a journey of life or state, its been a crucial one, one that involved travel across geography as well as transcending from one phase of life to the other. Always had a surge to fullfill the desire of taking that journey for the cause best known to me and yet unknown to me. Yet, no one journey ceased. Everytime I laid my tent of satisfaction on the nomadic grounds, I gradually moved on to another journey to another land of belief. So I followed the path across dilemma’s. Landscape’s, nature’s bliss, sweat, bruise’s, blisters, breathless, freezing, walking, sailing, flying, faces. As I got tired, I rested under the tree of dreams. But I woke up to a bright day and resumed my walk. The sight and the words lost their value in the journey. The destination didn’t matter anymore, but the journey itself did. For when I’ll walk, I know I’ll reach, but I must discover.

I walked across an empty land
I knew the pathway like the back of my hand
I felt the earth beneath my feet
Sat by the river and it made me complete

I came across a fallen tree
I felt the branches of it looking at me
Is this the place we used to love?
Is this the place that I’ve been dreaming of?

Oh simple thing where have you gone
I’m getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you’re gonna let me in
I’m getting tired and I need somewhere to begin

And if you have a minute why don’t we go
Talk about it somewhere only we know?
This could be the end of everything
So why don’t we go
Somewhere only we know?

Somewhere only we know. Until we rest.

There is a concept in the Kabbalah, described in the Zohar, that “that which is below is above, and that which is above is below.” That is to say: in order to influence something on the worldly, physical level, you must first change on the spiritual level.

From what little I’ve seen and experienced, we fear the fall of the mind. We do not fear the fall of the body. An infusion of the mind and the body, of the spiritual state and the physical state.

We are hesitant, doubtful and contemplative in every decision, to let go of our belief, our idelogy, our mind. But when asked to confide in someone, someone we love & trust, and lean on them from the top of the wall for they’ll catch us and we won’t fall, we let go … we fall … without a repercussion …

Mind is the real self, because that’s really what we wish to protect. Maybe its not about the ego after all, its the self-esteem we wish to embark. Ego is our consciousness of our own identity but self-esteem is the care for oneself. What is more important: satisfying one thousand desires or conquering just one …

It takes courage to know and accept that our sense of individuality is a false manifestation of our ego. We are merely conduits of creativity that originate somewhere in the universe.

Whenever I fell deeply in love (with myself, or a relationship), I lived the moment completely. That’s what I realized it was all about. I felt a surge of courage I had not felt before. With that courage came such incredible fullfilment of that moment, that I did not fear the next. Death too, at that time became acceptable. My ‘cup of love’ as they say, would be full.

Quite recently, someone asked me how do I feel? And I looked at my wrist watch and said “my calling is timeless .. here … feel it!”