
how to (not) make a life
Patterns That Repeat Keep Us Company
There is a peculiar longing in the way we return to where the hurt is. In this post, I look at trauma from an Intrarelational perspective, specifically the phenomenon of the repeated patterns of a forgotten or remembered past.
Trauma is not merely what happens to the I, but how I organises being in the world around its aftermath. Hence repeating patterns that keep us company over a life…
Let Us Find a Way Together of Being Human
Let us find a way of being together
Let us permit ourselves to try something new
Let us find a way of being together
Let us lead with revelation, and let precepts be
I Will Live Even Though I Will Die
discovering existence
has a taste that is at times salty
and at dawn as fresh as cupuaçu
A Circle is a Shape with Infinite Edges
Listening and listening again, till Awareness is loudest, centred in our attention.
The Ground of Awareness
To the casual observer I may indeed look exactly like I did yesterday…
Seen from here, the river is a nothingness
why even bother
Recycling past lives
when I find, upon arrival,
that the present welcomes
all iterations
Non-Geographically Bound
And the self that I meet on the mat becomes me,
Becomes this self I carry off the mat, and into the world.