The Taste of Truth

"The only book worth reading,
is the Heart."

Ajahn Chah

I like honey. It has a very distinctive flavor, unlike any other kind of candy or sugar. I love eating pancakes with honey. It's amazing that this gift of Nature comes from the world of insects. Normally when we think of insects we think of flies, annoying mosquitoes and other flying things. But there are these beings known as honeybees that through a natural and mysterious alchemical process, transform the nectar and pollen from flowers in a creamy and delicious goo. It's amazing!

A Child's Play

Excerpt from Hermann Hesse's novel "Steppenwolf":

"Well, get up, so I told myself, lather yourself, scrape your chin till it bleeds, dress and show an amiable disposition towards your fellow-men. And while I lathered my face, I thought of that sordid hole in the clay of the cemetery into which some unknown person had been lowered that day.

Don't try to understand

Doubts, uncertainties, words

Chaos, struggle, certainties
We can read, talk and think
Yesterday and tomorrow,

But,

The answer, clarity, knowing
Peace, a smile, kindness

Within, invisible, a feeling
Now,

Don't try to understand

Understanding

Our normal human language is perhaps far too limited, too much distortions can occur, resulting in non-synchronous comunication, misunderstanding. The simple word "tree" might mean one thing to you and another to me. It might bring back diferent sensations, memories, emotions and images to each one of us. And "tree" is not an abstract word. The problem increases exponentially when we deal with abstract notions such as those used in philosophy, religion, psychology etc.

Travel lightly

Lost faces, forgotten moments
Broken dreams, kept regrets
Arise to us on this journey like dust in the eyes
This is our weight, the pain of living
The shadow that darkens the intimate

In this waters we sail
Time devours us
Silence does not listen
Darkness does not show itself
Always indifferent, the same

Let us travel lightly on this river
Not depending, with open hands
Looking at the shores, we smile
And far away, the horizon that awaits us
Where shadows do not exist