Upon birth, social programming injects a secret virus upon every human. We might even say it is the unspoken challenge that drives a soul through life.

Disguised as aspiration for authenticity, it consistently denies the possibility of attaining it. No matter what part of the world we come from, what religion we profess, what cultural or economic level we work through, or what gender colors our perception, a human being grows up to assume that they deserve better. Trophies. Poor and rich alike, somewhere, sometime, a prize is forthcoming for all the sacrifices and privations we are forced to endure. Like a carrot perpetually dangling in front of the horizon, the disease is embedded in the attitude that we possess the right to future rewards, importance, status, approval and recognition.

From our parents and our family, our surroundings, and every step we take, we voluntarily submit to discomfort, humiliation, and a wide variety of abuses that obligate us to go against our nature. We resign ourselves to physical deformation, fat or thin, muscular or weak, in order to comply […]

Eye of the Hurricane

THE EYE OF THE HURRICANE Mallorca, facing the sea.

A fierce wind whistles through the crevices of windows and doors. Outside, fishing boats rise and tilt and dip again beneath sinuous blue-grey swells. The wind sweeps everything in its way swerving, lifting, brushing over invisible streams. There is a violent restraint to the power I witness. Quiescence and also longing arise as a search for wordless answers to impossible questions. Undecipherable whisperings surface as sighs in the silence in between. The sounds, smells, sights, sensations and feelings remind me of childhood and Caribbean summer cyclones. Strange how time stands still in the eye of the hurricane.

I know without knowing, all is the same. Impermanent and permanent. Everything coincides: inner-outer, summer-winter, past present, East-West. Memories and possibilities loom before the mind’s eye. to remember vows taken and promises broken, yearnings in youth and acknowledgments in maturity, the irrelevance of desire, and the voracity of the soul yearning for itself. It is not the faces of people or the shadow of events but rather the feelings that produced them that remain, like the foamy […]

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