Oh you dear raspberry hedge, on a late day in September I feast on your late and all the sweeter, oh so wonderful fruits, the sun warming me on my skin. Here thoughts flow in peace and security. Here is only love and mutual give and take. Here is unity. Here the word forms between meditative gazes into the green in search of the sweet red and the grateful enjoyment of such a glorious gift. Movement in slowness and thoughtfulness. In perception of meaning in this ensemble of time and place and being….
Everything is vibration. Everything vibrates between pain and security and everything arises from this pulsation of infinite different states of vibration. This day, these raspberries, this warmth, this benefit, this love. This thought. Far the pendulum swings into the realm of love, of security, of oneness. Because it is so. Not because I want it that way. Because I don’t want anything. All wanting is also vibration stimulated by vibration and vibration and eternally so on. Vibration is so I. ‚Frightening!‘ some exclaim. ‚Where is then my I!?‘ But also this questioner is vibration. And stimulated by the vibration of my thought, he answers in such a way, as this stimulation pretends to him. „‚He‘ is vibration more in pain. Therefore: ‚Terrifying!‘ „I“ am vibration more in security. Therefore: ‚Most deliciously secure.‘ Everything vibrates at some point only in the security. And rests in the sense. „To depart is to return.“ says the Dao. He who now vibrates in pain will also return. To unity. To trust. To love. To the sense.