In my art journal today, the brush isn't just an extension of my hand—it's an extension of the air, the light, the paper, and the vibrant colors.
They say the observer, that mysterious force we call God or the universe, cannot see itself. To glimpse its own reflection, it created a cosmos and countless beings to mirror its vastness and experience itself from infinite perspectives. Can you see yourself, truly? We are blind to most of what we are, and perhaps that is the greatest illusion. The mystics speak of this Māyā, this magnificent veil designed to hide ourselves from ourselves.
Have you ever wondered what it means to be "asleep," as the great mystics claim? We search for clues but find none, until we look back on our own lives. As we age, we see how naive and slumbering we once were. It takes time for the flower of our being to finally bloom and fully open. In this humbling process, we realize we can never know it all. We will only ever catch a fleeting glimpse of the astonishing wonder that we are, embraced by the mysterious force that holds all things.
| Dreaming of the universe |
Have you ever felt that moment when the boundary between you and what you're doing begins to soften?
In our daily lives, we are always split in two: the observer and the observed. We are the person watching the sunset, and the sunset is the thing being looked at. We are the artist, and the canvas is our subject. This duality feels so natural, so real—the constant story our ego tells us, that we are separate islands in a vast ocean.
But what if that's a trick of the mind? What if the sunset isn't something "out there" but an experience unfolding within?
This is the profound journey of Samadhi, an ancient Sanskrit word meaning "to unite." It's a state of deep meditation where the separation between the observer and the observed simply dissolves.
To me, there was never a separation to begin with. We simply chose to forget so we could remember again. We are here to see ourselves from a new perspective, one so close to the subject that we feel separated—and without close observation, we forget our true nature.
| I am the light |
The spiritual experience of unity
When diving into the ocean, you become the water.
The boundary between you and the sea vanishes.
You awaken to find your own self reflected in all things.
The artist becomes the canvas, the art, the unspoken truth.
The meditator becomes the meditation's flight.
The lover becomes the beloved, and love itself.
Let your art be a portal to that place where the seer and the seen are a single, beautiful dance. In that union, you will find not only your art, but your true, boundless self.
| Dreaming of the universe |
| Eye sky |
The light✨—so magical, so mysterious—is a beauty I can't touch, yet it feels as if I am a part of it. It lives within us, giving us warmth and happiness throughout this experience of living.
I love the way it enters my room every day through this skylight. I've always been drawn to them; this is the second one I've had, but this time feels different. Perhaps I've learned to appreciate the small, special things a little better. I'm grateful for the countless blessings I can now truly see. Getting older, it seems, is less about age and more about elevating the person you are, learning to fly in appreciation and love for this life.
Namaste 🙏🏻🥰