I can never be tired of you.
I can only be tired of you while you indulge the notion of being a person.
Sometimes I get impatient with you.
Why are you still wallowing in this mess?
Come out of this.
As soon as you come out then all the rubbish begins to fall away fast.
First you go uphill with your ego, and then you start going downhill and everything is coming out. First, building up, building up, more and more stuff… getting stuffed, constipated with concepts… and then? BIG laxative, full diarrhoea. Then freedom. Every thought is coming out. You are so happy, so light. You don’t know what to do with yourself. You are weightless, completely weightless.
Now let it be your quiet understanding and live from that place.
28th of September 2013