columbadubh

There is no point in denying it, the era of Kaliyuga has already settled, the air I breathe is impregnated. The demons put on the togas to profess the truth, the veil of illusion on our world has fallen.

From verse to verse, I write my prose I drank the brew of Odin concocted by Fjalar and Galar. Of blood and honey it is composed to be able to expose my gnosis. On the white paper, words arise rhyming

Envy comes from a desire. Why this desire? Who has this desire? To have a desire is to limit yourself! This desire comes may come from thought, it is not necessarily yours. The only desire is to find the

A hurricane of feeling is triggered by the judgment of thought on the emotions felt. She uses these sensations to move the being away from the truth, the ultimate reality. This creates an imbalance that

At times in the life one leads, it may happen to doubt the path one imprints. The body, the mind and the soul are no longer aligned. Anxiety resists his embrace like a snake capturing its prey. A dislocation

One day while leafing through a book that presented various quotes, my eyes touched on this relevant quote from Sartre: "The devil is the other." Several questions came to my mind. In particular

Butterfly flying to enlightenment. An illusion by port to the live lived in the cocoon. The chrysalis fractured to reveal a being who never stopped beating to exist. As a caterpillar on the ground he had

At night, The Spirit cluttered with puzzles, failing to solve them leave no respite to Morpheus, appeared to rock him with his songs that plunges him into the limbo of the dream world. As best they could,

When life is not enough to make you smile, hope has fallen into a pit filled with putrid water. Everything becomes too heavy to wear, you think that to escape this reality which day by day makes you want

Knowledge is not a weapon. It is a shield. I prefer to protect then to hurt. Le savoir n'est pas une arme. Il est un bouclier. Il est préférable de protéger au lieu de blesser.

During a seminar on nature and its stories, seminarians were asked to choose a tree that attracted them. Once we decided which tree would be our companion, we had to touch it, smell it, feel it, give it

Do not dare, do not touch, do not do it out of fear of the judgment of others, it's losing your childish talent. Many " adult" would then like that they do not do. Many "adult" could

Embrace my anger. Burn my sorrows. Consume my thoughts that are not mine! Purify me, you alone hold the power. Fire from the sky, fire from the earth, fire in the depths of my being. Burn! Leave only ashes

"Whoever follows his shadow, will never see the sun!" " Celui qui suis son ombre, ne verra jamais le soleil!" Artwork made by Austin Osman Spare

When you smile at life, you smile without waiting. Why did you say thank you? To look for a reason when the reason is in the difference and not the comparison. Love without reason, without apprehension.

We must die to relearn how to live Many people seek to achieve a state of consciousness more developed, purer, closer to the truth. They absolutely want to get rid of their psychological thinking, to deny

My heart is the receptacle of all my emotions. He does not know the approval or the disapproval. He vibrates at the rhythm that life gives him. He is the drum of my being, when I lose myself in the cacophony

Closing my eyes to this world, directing my senses inward, ignoring the perceptions of the outside. I feel a void, a void filled with sounds, colors and shapes. My body is a receptacle welcoming the vibrations

My sorrow is my ally, my shield defending me. No one else can give me the comfort of being able to snuggle into the ravaged arms of despair when I yearn for delirium. Where are you, prayed for millennia,

I often have an accusing eye on how we love. We think that we must physically love, that we must be the desired lover to live his sexuality, that we must be similar to feel attracted. The ugly is the body