You are open to sounds, and you see and know nothing, feeling both unease and happiness at the same time. Feel your breathing and then close your eyes.

You see a point, otherwise nothing, no thing. You see that everything is matter, luminous or dark. Matter is stuff, stuff is surrounded by nothing.

You ask: "Does what is put into words disappear? What is left to say? Did the words or the world come first?" This has been discussed

I'm telling you that there's nothing you can do, just relax. It's coming. Forget asking how, when and why. You've heard that

You feel that time is so long that it disappears completely, you've heard that time is the new luxury commodity that can be bought, sold, exchanged,

You admire these wild, softly shaped rocks on the Sardinian coast, created so slowly in relation to your perception of time, you ask what was here before

You say: "I expected to see the restaurant as it was last time, but I discovered that a lot had changed - new atmosphere, new waitresses, new people around

Are you offering yourself to life?Have you landed fully?Are you accepting what appears to you?Do you trust your senses?Do you see yourself

You wonder, "What is beautiful?" To offer yourself life. You sometimes see that body, mind and spirit are one and you wonder further, "What does this mean?"

I say: Don't worry about your questions, because they keep little you going more than necessary - and they get in the way. You are

You still want to ask questions. You want to know if the last question is: "What am I?" It's difficult to see what the last question is

When working with the horse, you turn inward and you turn outward - both. Time disappears and you can't remember if

You ask: "Can I turn inward AND act in the world at the same time?" There are so many ways to avoid separation from the world,

It moves/is moved; breathes/is breathed; fixes/is fixed; loves/is loved; understands/is understood; holds/is held; processes/is processed. You ask why you can't write more, why you

You see a large rock in the sea on which is written in white paint: "SOLE" by someone, and now you ask me if

You've heard that time is not something you have, but something you take.However, you doubt the simplicity of this.You've felt that you

You could turn on the news to see the results of yesterday's election. But that precious moment in the morning, when the body is still resting, when the dawning

When you look at your memories of the past, your thoughts about the future, or your worries about a problem, then let it all pass, and you as

You feel a calling to tell and also obligated to ask questions. One of these is: "I would once again like to

You feel heavy and a little distant, but also feel the pressure of thoughts of some kind of time crunch, and you say that you have

Do you remember the day when something looked out through your eyes from inside you and the world seemed different? Yes, you answer and add,

You report that you have once again experienced the difference between masculine and feminine. One little word and you feel powerless to

You have something on your mind: the events of the day are disturbing your thoughts and you feel a desperate unease. Then I ask you if you've thought about

You are pondering: "Am I distancing myself from the experienced when I put this into words: The warm fragrance of the grass; the smell of the damp earth; the subtle

You were together in the group, really together, and in silence. A silence that you could feel as the special place where everything happens, which is the rich

Seconds pass as the heart beats and the dream transforms into an experience of space. The report of the dream is received and thoughts of the past and future arrive. With

You tell me, that the dreams will no longer linger; that it feels like two states - one trying to hold on, but weaker and weaker,

You have reflections on your thoughts: "They come all the time, one leads to another: when there was an entrance exam for the school theater, and the highest

You want to be in it, but also want to get rid of it - feels both dear and sad, the one that is lost, lost - the past, can it

I hear you talking about your daughter: "You looked at the nice photographer who showed you a hand puppet and you thought it was talking to

You tell us about a trip to the seaside: You walk barefoot in the sand. There are only a few people and you're thinking about absolutely nothing.

I ask you what you find the most frightening. You stand up, spread your toes, feel the ground under your feet and give in a little in your knees. You activate

You went to the beach to find a rock that could be used as a soap dish. It had to be big and flat and preferably have green and

I ask you why you write. You explain that you become embraced by something, the purpose disappears, you forget everything, and then it feels simple like:

You tell me a story about walking the dog on the beach: "A digger has moved sand on top of the rock piles so we can get to the beach more easily

You ask me how long the story should be and how much of it you can share. In terms of what you've already created, you

You tell me that you - yourself - are space and are able to observe the thoughts in it. This thought comes to you as a question:

You are now sure of this:That the lemon cleans the stomach, kidneys, bladder;that the rosemary cleans the liver;that you will always thank your intelligent body - limbs, organs, tissues

You wake up feeling light, and then you scratch the back of your neck. Today's program plays like a series of thoughts, and then the following is suddenly quite clear:

You recall a November night when the darkness shows the stars.You sense that something will appear in the next moment.Then there's silence, stillness, obs on obs

Slight and light is the breath, and there is nothing that is not uncatchable. The sigh interferes, subtly shifting the subject. Everything is in motion as long as the heart beats. Again

You hear "Love" as a whisper, the voice of a woman, whispery and airy, yet forceful clear. "Was it in the hallway just outside the room?"

Thinking thoughts thinking about yourself about others about the past about the future about things differently chosen and words differently said. You are asking if you let

The oleanders form a profusion of flowers
The camellia blooms all alone
the bougainvillea grows fiercely and luxuriantly
but is kept in its place.

The mirror unveils Your eye reflects Through glass you watch the sky and the sea Looking through air that seems blue. Your eye is mirrored on the calm surface of the sea

You are pondering about asking so many questions, about taking so many notes and about your desire to tell. You feel like

Your dad would have turned eighty today. Conceived unconditioned, once a baby, then a boy, then a young man. Being a man... You are thinking,

You ask me, if it is your intellect then, that separates the wisdom of the body and the unconscious as sources of information. Could and would you be open to

You are asking me, if man owns intuition and if man can listen to it, and where it might be located. My reply is, that maybe intuition exists

You say, that you feel ever more trusting. Not in the big jackpot, but merely trusting, that things are as they are. When you

You're asking how you can give yourself and others space for what you're interested in and perhaps passionate about. It starts with keeping

You put me a game of a word: "Cell, soul, soul." It occurs to me that the cell is like the soul, the soul is like the cell - your building block, the

"Time is transient. I sincerely cannot understand that time flies. And where to? Is 'time passes' better than 'time flies' perhaps? And past what? The children

I hear you tell, that the vicar in the church preached, that you are beforehand forgiven, born free and have reached the goal already. However, you still ask questions about

You have visions of glossy snow and a newly printed book in a show window.You have visions of the day, thar lies ahead of you and of what

You ask me if it is the case that matters and not the personality. Whether it is possible to move on calmly, focus on cases, shake

I am hearing you: "I am thinking about my breath - no - do not think, become aware, keep focus and do not stare. In-out transformation. Forgetting this all the time.

You are now asking what energy is. A product or solid matter, a work of art or something you have worked hard for? Or is it