Polaris Indysuspension

from Saturday to time. Gulf

There one night a year where I go alone and without direction. Without joy or sadness traverse the excitement and entered a lot of bars in the back in a few seconds out. No, not here. Here either.
is a night I have just energy and no one, no pole to which electrons can go merrily my burning everything in its path. They stay all for me, with its vibration and bewildered question. I do not do but keep walking with all this commotion in the body.
sometimes caught me in a city where there were a thousand memories and pictures of me waiting for me at every corner and accompanied me a few meters ... even accompanied me even my future selves, my powers, like a mysterious breeze on a calm day of embarrassment.
Tonight was not the case. I understand the loneliness of the Phantom: The Ghost, when alone, he suffers much more.
At the end I did what I always do: I'm home, trying not to do it the same way-the magic of the circular, and I have started to download my energy on this keyboard typing. The other option was the music, but deep down I like the silence in which keyboard sound is like a lullaby through the desert interior.
Good night, world.

What Do All The Different Colored Bracelets Mean

The beauty of doing nothing

Siesta , Millet

never liked me doing much. That appearance of activity that is often rewarding and always seemed to admire me inert, stupid and useless. Where are all so fast? It seems as if we assume the fact of being alive, if that were not being caught or even noticed it, I thought. I never wanted to be a useful man. Felt that she had too many things done in the world. Rather should undoing. Stand naked and still. Back View. Uncover the primordial innocence we have buried under all that crap we call education and experience.

At my mother is a couch in front of a window. Sometimes I liked to lie on it for hours and watch the trees until he could see the air around them, moving, defined and contained. The air between the tree and what we call "me." And then "I" in the air, the air in the tree, and "I" throughout. One I penetrated so deeply into the miracle of perception. I feel that this habit made me increasingly aware of being, of being, and not fall into the obsession of doing. Years later I discovered that some call this meditation, the path of inaction. The adults around me called him hack around. And when I heard my mother and her partner get down the hall from the site, I quickly got up off the couch and not hear any comments on how to waste time. Also used to lock myself in my room and pretend to study or write or read. And somehow it was true: the reality studied, read every one of my thoughts, and wrote in my brain magic potions for the rest of my life. But apparently did nothing. I was lying in bed as he went in peace. Those adults

insisted on pushing for action. He seemed concerned them attend to how a human being was able to stop in the middle of all this stress, this racket to be assembled to avoid having to face what really mattered. Projected onto their dreams and frustrated me, unknowingly, also cast his own abilities that no one had taught them to recognize in themselves. Wanted fulfilled, carried out through me. They enjoyed not understanding that someone from my supposed intelligence and my ability not to do what they believed I had to do with it what they had wanted to feel that these assumptions were gifts or privileges. "You could make two runs at the same time, work, and also do what you like if you use the time." They would say things like this. And contrasted the pleasure to study, and it presupposed that if one is able to do something that something becomes therefore a moral duty. Why would I want to do all that but could do? One can do many things. One is able to commit suicide or kill someone. So what? Sure I can. Sure it could have been an example of activity and have a life full of things to do. Why? Felt no need to look elsewhere. I like the simple life, not just adjectives. I do not like frills.

Yann Andrea, a fellow of Marguerite Duras, was asked at an official reception, during dinner, what he did. I imagine that there was a silence at the table. Many knew that this boy had left everything he had renounced even his identity, and was dedicated only to assist and accompany Marguerite, and sure some people would make fun of him or he would judge each other. "I do nothing," he replied. I guess another silence. And Marguerite suddenly shouted: "Bravo! That's it. Do not you anything. It will take courage to say those things." From I heard this story I started to answer the same every time someone asked me that question. I realized then: Before, when someone asked me, the answer was that only justified my profound inactivity and my lack of concrete goals. But now I feel free, "Nothing. Do not do anything." And that mantra, gradually took shape a new map in this little brain neurons. The belief in the duty of living, as if it were mine for the very existence, was dissolved, and my mind opened an unexpected window into the nameless, where universal and infinite energy could enter.

des Then I covered a new kind of action. An action that happened through me without my "I" to intervene in it. Moreover, an action that was going through my "I" decided to do nothing. The words were now answered reassuringly true, had collapsed my "reality." He did nothing. And then everything began to happen, anything was possible. In the face of other, apparently, David began to do many things. But "I" knew the only thing that happened is that my ego did not prevent things happen. This action is radically different from what we usually praise and support at the expense of our health. Not to make, but in failing to prevent the universe manifests through us what only through us can manifest. We are unique and unrepeatable translators mystery here, in this fantasy is the exciting world of forms. Find the meaning of life is to stop interfering. Everything is there forever. Calling voice. Calling for an exit. "Time" takes the issue that nature, like a pregnancy. Independent of any conscious decision you can make. Everything is done through me is a direct result of what I never did.

now enjoy this apparent "do nothing". My ego does not feel the need to be visible to other egos continuously. There is nothing to do. I have no goals. The mental voice was silent. There is no blame or duties. No beggar approval. The happiness that we are all already des-deck in me forever. Where do I get if I am everywhere? What if I have to get the whole universe? Search for excellence is what they call for me as looking for the form. If it's time to lie down and look out the window right. If all you do in life is good. If it's time to love's fine. If all you do in life is good. If it is time to change the world is good. Although ... When one does not change the world?

goals, projects, call me any, but not mine. I've never been so long without writing in the notebook. Delivered to new emotions, attending to how changed my soul through love, I have been working to expand consciousness in a certain direction this time. Everything I learn is the seed of that which arises after this be writing. I invite you to do nothing, to try, to peer and listen. You will make the world the place you want, whatever it is. When you can not help it, when you feel that something begs to be done for you, but your mind is aware of what others think, but think you should do this or that, then do not stop this be done. The proof that something must exist is the deep desire. Desire is the request of the universe. Your world view is not the world, but it is necessary to compose the world. So there. Because the world is willing to transform through each of us. Is willing to let it happen, that we allow. These words are a gift, for example, that a mysterious force has decided to make today through this being. "I" I could not do anything. "I" I have nothing to do with it. Just felt it was something I could not hold, who claimed to be said. If you read this far certainly have not had to make an effort either. It was just something that needed to be read by you. Nobody has anything to do with it. There is nothing to fear then. Des-tired.