Tag: spirituality
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twilight road
I had good conversations on the road where time rushed by in the twilight. Conversations about the role of men in our society, the rising emergence of AI, and the current, restless geopolitics. ‘In my head, I see an image of a man attentively looking into his rear-view mirror. He is shaving, while his electric
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regret
Regret is like pole vaulting. I should have chased you, blown you off your feet, and used all my charm. The bar was set high, and I gave it a good shot, but I slipped under it and landed on the mat. Turns out someone else had just made a higher jump. © E n
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in tune
A world not measured by time, but by vibrations. Every place has its own tone—low, high, pure, or distorted. Imagine the universe not made of matter, but of music fossilized in forms. © E n i s ∞ r song: Music as Medicine: Alzheimer’s – Aatom Peace through light and sound, passion with freedom, and
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rest
Everything you seek is seeking you. But it waits until you dare to listen to silence, and see fire as homecoming. © E n i s ∞ r song: Ceremony – New Order
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Insignificant
Wiped away in foaming strokesthe surfaceof my unlit universean opaque frosted glassinsignificant. © E n i s ∞ r song: Insignificance – Pearl Jam The spiral of our solar system reminds us that nothing ever truly returns; everything moves forward, in circles that are never the same.
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blow down
Remains of Castle Nuwendoorn, a stronghold of Floris V of Holland. Built in 1282 I come from the Low Countries, where reed, ditch, and dike give the wind free rein. Where clouds drift by like herds across the sky. © E n i s ∞ r song: Love Blow Down – Elbow When your love
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Virtual Reality
The boat of marriage — a shared journey through storms and rain.When calm descends, or routine sets in, a doldrum —you may drift apart to seek your own joys,or take up the oars together and row your love onward across the restless sea of life, where the wind will lift you once more. © E
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Wordless and thoughtless
What remains is frequency, hiss and rhythm sometimes beyond human hearing —an inexplicable sound. © E n i s ∞ r song: Signal To Noise – Peter Gabriel
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book of love
Once upon a time, there was a young woman who found a book under a bare tree on the forest floor. Curious, she opened it and saw that the pages were blank — nothing but white emptiness. She decided to take it with her, and on the train ride home, the book suddenly fell open
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happy house
Career – household – parenting are like the fire triangle.If even one element is missing — oxygen – energy – fuel — your sacred inner firewill never ignite. © E n i s ∞ r song: Happy House – Siouxsie & Banshees The household, for some, is a war zone, where both sides point fingers
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old glory
Above the abyss Like a black knife through mist, carried without a sound.It is not heaviness, but a weightless spreadingof soft feathers over invisible mountain peaks. A watchful eye, not to neglect,lest it stray from the path. Every height knows its pull:the abyss. © E n i s ∞ r song: All I Ever Am
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Existential
Existential questions, text written in marker on a park lunch bench. Who am I?What comes after death?If we were created by God, then how does God exist?Did He create Himself?Why do we live?How do we exist? © E n i s ∞ r song: Rise – Public Image Limited Even those who lose themselves in
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transformative
We humans are always on the move — together on the path of life — as time connects our biological clock to the different seasons of existence. Born in a budding spring, gathered in the warmth of a sultry summer breeze, and growing wise in the turbulent autumn. Sometimes we walk straight ahead, other times
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the birds
It’s like a miniature safari from home — you scatter some nuts on the street and then patiently wait to see if any birds appear. Curious magpies and crows perch on the rooftops, waiting for a safe moment.One by one, they cautiously land, giving each other space despite their differences.For a moment, they look my
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the seen and the unseen
We all reach desperate for improvement and growth. It is a random, meandering motion of those who follow and those who lead, connected on uneven levels of the soul.The mushroom spiritual, though a symbol of the realm of hallucination and imagination, makes me feel more connected to immortality and eccentricity, a path I am free