In loving memory of Tupac Shakur — Some Junes ago I started to grow Unconscious, embarked on a scare Who’s punished for endin’ a life, bro? In an inclement September nightmare… From sordid cracks in concrete illusion I bravely conceived a new world. I chose to party my deep confusion While my rebel torture was still unheard.

An engaging way to apply mindfulness for everyone above 40 — If you are 40+ and you have some of the following symptoms: You hold books or your phone away from your face to see them Need more light for close work Experience eyestrain after long reading sessions Have dry eyes more and more often Don’t feel comfortable driving in the…

The love letter you should have gotten a long time ago. The love letter I have longed to write. — What are you thinking right now? What are you doing? Are you listening to music? What music? Where do you live? What other sounds do you hear? Do you have a sore throat? Are you scratching your head, rubbing your eyes? Are you tired? Happy? Alone? Is someone calling you…

Part of a customized 7-year ongoing project of self-realization. Useful tips and tricks to gaining inner peace sooner than I did. The sole purpose of this piece is to help you understand how you can become more balanced and consequently live the best life. 1. Focus your attention Focus your full attention on exactly…

The silence. Not the greatness, as humans attach that meaning. We are taught that big is frightening. The fear. Yes, because this is what we are taught to feel in front of God’s work. Later, love. I was 26 and walked in the streets of New York for the first time. Hadn’t experienced a lot of fear of God back then. I felt fear looking up at the skyscrapers. But there was no silence.

That pain That yearning Clenching in my chest Like a retch and no vomit of my flesh Like a coffee withdrawal vortex The ascension Tears Prayer. And then the relapse into atheism And philosophy. I need love.

Three words Eight letters One after another substantiated by a wish We rain words around Our actions don’t match our words Our thoughts don’t match this reality Our hearts beat together Now we know why I love you is just a group of eight letters

We lived in lust, we played, delayed When love was absent and betrayed We found a plan, in love’s great dome And loved to lose our love in Rome. One day, or two, a life or so We never choose, we let it flow It’s love we love and always will Forever slaves to love’s free wheel. We spare each other pain and gain We put out love without restraint We go a life, or two, or three To feel inside we are so free!

Love is Being happy Without Choosing to be happy Being Uncontrollably in a state of unconscious joy Like animals Like trees There is no unlove in a tree when there’s drought See that in trees And follow their serene example Consciously Socks are never sad But they tear And stink. That’s love