there are no paths
that lead to truth.
that’s the splendor
and beauty of it. truth has
no set path. no absolute.
truth is alive, living,
breathing, meandering
through our cells, penetrating
our dreams. it doesn’t rest under
the roofs of mosques,
or temples
or churches.
it doesn’t die
in bitter hearts
or suffocate
in closed minds.
the truth is alive,
chaotically so,
and will continue to
thrive, whether we
want it to or not.
let it fill you with
vigor and passion
let it lead you
to say yes to it all.

you hate my love

my love. u
can’t even grasp
the depth of it. you
don’t know what it does
to me. you will never know.
you will never understand my
craving, my needs or my ways. or
what I must attain with this love. you
hate that i love. you hate the magnitude of
my love. you hate how my love challenges you.
you hate that you can’t love like i love. you hate how
it sends me into a dreamy state away from where you are.
you hate that it throws me into a raging melancholy, lost in it,
unable to function in your world, for days. you think it’s weird. lazy.
stupid. and just like the average person who gets told an uncomfortable
truth, you’ll attempt to destroy this loves purveyor. and you will be
mad with venom in doing this. you despise the books I read. u
loath my art. the things I write and the words I say. they’re
painful to you. you don’t know where I come up with
this stuff. you’ve never gazed in at your own soul,
let alone the eyes of one who is fixed with this
furious love. your love is scared of the dark,
my love rejoices in it. my love is rapture.
my love is daring. my love doesn’t
yield to security. my love is
free. your love is ruled. my
love feeds the world.
your love dies
with you.and
you hate



“As far as we can discern,
the sole purpose of human existence
is to kindle a light of meaning
in the darkness of mere being.” 

― C.G. Jung

Have you ever just sat back and tried to wrap your mind around the vastness of the universe? Just imagine, for a minute, looking outside of the world you’ve accepted. Imagine gazing down on earth from beyond the stars and pondering all the pandemonium on our tiny planet. Earth, billions of years old, floating in the infinite universe at the perfect distance away from the sun to support life. And with all its calamities, wars, brutality, natural catastrophes, we’re still alive and well, while, unthinkably, 99% of all species that was once a part of us has died off.

That’s mind-blowing.

Since our earliest days of breathing, we’ve been astounded by the mystery of it all; the sheer enigma of creation and that fierce curiosity of what lies beyond. All of us, to make up for our inability to grasp the unknowable, construct our own little world of illusions to comfort our ignorance. This is human nature. Myths help us identify the mysteries and energies in us and around us.

Myths are what make us vital and give us that hope we need to overcome fear of the unknown.

But there is a dark side to our illusions, like everything else. We keep our personal beliefs so close to our hearts, that sometimes, those who don’t share them with us, we hate or turn away. We tend to claim a monopoly on truth based on the limited knowledge we’ve accumulated in our short lives.

And through the ages, people have erected huge institutions to showcase and push these beliefs on their fellow-man. These institutions have evolved into powerful voices used to restrain the individual and ridicule those who do not conform. This is what has led to the great divorce among humanity and is the root cause of the conflict-ridden world we live in today. We as individuals tend to generate so much resentment towards those who challenge our illusions that we either deem them enemies or live consumed with fear, bitterness and dread. Sometimes both. The great divide weighs heavily on humankind.

But there is so much more to life than what we think, or where we live or who we worship. There is another world beyond our perceptions, but we rarely see that.

It’s time to wake up.
Open up our third eye.
Rethink what we’ve been taught.
Kick fear in the ass.
Turn off the TV.
Never say no.
Go all the way.
Live freely.

Our world is so much more significant than the institutions we’re obedient to, or the religions we create, or the nations we’re born into. These factors limit our view of the world and cause so much hatred and strife among us. It’s time to change that.

People who’ve been conditioned since their youth to think a certain way seem reluctant, as an adult, to explore new ideas or reassess what they’ve been taught. Why is this? Why not a little cerebral check-up every now and then. Read something that goes against your beliefs. Watch a debate on issues you think are absolutes. Do something you couldn’t ever possibly seeing yourself doing. Go to another country and…

see what they see…

feel how they feel…

think like they think.

Refuse to go with the general census. Challenge popular opinion. Never regurgitate what you’ve been told. Read, read and read.

Maturity is rarely achieved by those who refuse to think for themselves. It seems that our fear of truth is as much a part of us as is our ability to love.

To summarize the point of this short post, I’ll use the words of the late great Joseph Campbell:

You become mature
when you become the
authority for your own life.

The old skin has to be shed
before the knew one can come.