Monthly Archives: April 2018


The thought, perception, feeling and memory
are the outcome of my choices, beliefs and experiences.
The truth is subjective and sometimes can be tragic.
She dresses in black and her dorsal anatomy is a sensuous enigma.
Her face has an expression of insecure compulsion.
Her voice insinuates a measurable universe somewhere inside her breasts.
My mind creates a conceptual distortion.
There is nothing out there, she is an illusion.
A toy of the mind, a product of my thoughts.
Perhaps, she is consciousness itself, nevertheless she is.
In the garden the Spring moves in inch by inch.
I see her face, mouth, hands and breasts,
not her thoughts and consciousness.
I hear her melodic voice and her memory perfumes
every early flower of the garden.
I see my desires among falling starts.
She is the outcome of my beliefs.

H. A. 3/27/2018 USA.



Intelligence is inherent in compassion and love.

Humanity seems to be in a perpetual movement of destruction and building again – destroy and build; destroy human beings and give birth to a greater population.

How easily man becomes a tool of his own belief, his own fanaticism, committed to some kind of dogma which has no reality.

All religions are based on some conclusion and beliefs, and all beliefs are divisive, whether political beliefs or religious.

The society we have created is the outer, then to that society the inner becomes the slave.
Because we have separated the external and the inner, contradiction begins, the contradiction that breeds conflict and pain.

The outer and the inner are one, a unitary movement, not separated, but whole. One may perhaps intellectually comprehend it, accept it as a theoretical statement or intellectual concept, but when one lives with concepts one never learns.

But to feel, to have the sensitivity of seeing that life is not a movement of two separated activities,
the external and the inward, to see that it is one, to realize that the inter-relationship is this movement, is this ebb and flow of sorrow and pleasure, joy and depression, loneliness and the escape, to perceive non-verbally this life as a whole, no fragmented, not broken up, is to learn.

That which is whole is free from the ebb and flow of life, of action and reaction.
Beauty has no opposite. Hate is not the opposite of love.