Honesty, is your best measure,to find out how far you are from yourself.

We can see light, but never its source, for that source is pure darkness. We can see desire, fear, attachment and hate, but never their source, for that source is the darkness of the self. Turn your attention to this dark place, for consciousness is the light of (your) being.

Inescapably, all things are the Source. Including your sense of 'me'. Simply trust and rest in the Source.

A thousand-petalledlotus of light Unfolds Opening To its Nature, Simply Opening.

Each instant, is an opportunity, for a million opportunities. Rise. Love. Burn.

Thoughts rise and fall. They are no support to stand on, And reach for the Infinite.

Thinking to knowwhat should be the stateof knowing the All, convincedof the nobility of your search, you flee this feeling of body-mind, which is the hand of the All, in which you are held.

Benjamin is a log, cast into the Fire

There is just This within itself, and again. Your clever conclusion is the introduction of ignorance. Head never catches Tail

Go left, Go right, Or stay here. You shall never be away.

Do not try to escape, or just try if you can't otherwise.

You cannot blame the ego

You cannot blame the ego (i.e the idea of the self resulting from self-consciousness), for it is merely a glove worn by the Supreme Self, the Source of All.

Even as we say "there is no me" or "all actions which arise from the "I", reinforce the idea of an "I"" or "he who thinks he is an actor is a fool", we prove just as ignorant as those who are confused by or attached to the ego.Ultimately indeed, it is the Supreme, the Unseen, which moves all things as they are, things which, therefore, cannot escape their nature.

You cannot blame the ego, neither that which wants power over this world, nor that which wants to escape this world. The Supreme Self never wanders naked.

i am (is) confusion.

The right conclusionsdo not come from the mind, they come to the mind.

i am the world

You do not know where your so-called spiritual path is taking you, or else you wouldn't be treading it. Why not start by looking where you are now?

The World i was taught is a mistake.

The Eternal Sound, resounds. And the Earth, cru mbles u n d er my feet ... where am i?

I am, the silliest of all things. Seeking, my fingers, in the sand.

The Friend said: "Benjamin, when i am talking to you, you always fall asleep, in my arms"

You can Open the door Only

I see you waiting, little bean, not daring, to burst open. But when you will, you shall say: "I have bean"

Hey! Did you see, the darned socks of the Guru?

"Let's try to become enlightened!" "Haha", Benjamin replied, "What a good joke!"

He has no ideaof what is going on, And yet it's the mostconvincing thing Benjamin ever talked about.

The Universe, does not need you, to know itself.

Reality, or the One Light Which Is, Cannot be realised, i.e. known, as long as it is seen as plural. Plurality nevertheless can be real, therefore -- and thankfully -- Reality is never far. The "Me" which we often take to be singular, is not. The "Me" implies a "not-Me", it is therefore inherently dual, i.e. plural. The "Me" cannot stand in the way of anyone, for to whom can the "Me" belong? The "Me" has no agency in singularity, for singularity knows no other to affect it. And just as the face is seen by facing tranquil water, so can the "Me" be seen by facing quiet contemplation. It is only in the seeing of the "Me" that the "non-Me" can be known. The "Me-not-Me" is singular only. but it is known by no Me, nor by non-Me, it is known by both and neither. For true knowledge already is, as Reality, or the One Light Which Is.

To tell oneself that one should accept what one is, is a contradiction in terms. To shut the hell up, is wisdom i have never heard of.

If a bird flew, without the Earth beneath, Would it fly in the Sky?

I am obviously, hopelessly, helplessly, myself.

In the Kingdom of Madness, the half-mad is not king, ...nor is anyone else for that matter.

As if hypnotised, i followed a butterfly, until night fell. Now where am i?

With this tormenti came for counsel, Asking: "Why make me raving, longing and burning, for the All?" And the answer was: "Did you hear storms, complain about their lot?"

I keep knockingon the door of the Friend, But i hear Him say: "I won't let you in, as long as you'll be here"

You remind me of Youwith my thoughts, You call me with my tongue, You hide before my eyes. Yes i grant You this: there would be no pen if it were not for words.

I want You But you won't show ME your face!

All this spiritual crap, is getting me crazing. I think I should go Home

Look at me feeding hunger but not the hungry!

All i want, is to open the Gate-without-Doors, approach endlessness and caress her with my eyes, All i want...

If i am to forget, then i am powerless at remembering. If i am to be taught, then i am powerless at knowing. If what is to be found were just a bit too far, or too late, then i am powerless at finding it. If i carry on with this pessimism, i surely will end up with Nothing.