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    Clouds

    ByPeter Müller

    What would it be like to be, but be in a very different way, without an ego – this part of us, that says ”I“ and sees everything from a personal perspective? Not to want, not to cling, not to chase – just be? Well now, isn’t that how the world around us ist?
    This state happens to be very much what mindfulness practices and meditation leads us to. This episode has a playful poem that invites you to let your mind go on a journey beyond itself.

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    The Cave

    ByPeter Müller

    A paradox is often pointed out, seemingly as a proof that a certain statement or a thing cannot right or correct. Yet as one ventures down the road of life and looks at what we call reality, paradoxes keep coming along.
    If I bother to be bothered by paradoxes, they can lead me into uncomfortable places where what I know seems to be contradicted – a humbling and unsettling moment. Beyond this feeling of unease, though, lies something which is larger than the world I came from. It’s a bit like going into the pitch black dark of a cave. Who knows what secret is waiting there for me…

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    The Fly

    ByPeter Müller

    We do the things we do because we are where are. Over the course of my life I have learned a lot about seeing myself and life differently. That has lead me into greater personal freedom. The path, though, is long and there is still so much more to learn.
    For all the things I know and others don’t (just like I didn’t know, not too long ago), it’s easy to get proud and insolent. Yet there is also a choice to become compassionate; an interesting term that literally means „to suffer with someone“. In doing so, I expand myself into the up and the below. But, ah, why make it so complicated. It’s just a fly!

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    Into Ever

    ByPeter Müller

    There is a proof that everything is consciousness, says Sogyal Rinpoche in The Tibetan Book of Living and Dying, because everything we know about our existence and the world happens in our consciousness. When you think of it, it really is the only thing we have. 

    So it is kind of curious to take a step back from my awareness so as to ponder about what is in my awareness, what it is about. Here’s a poem, inspired by the beautiful hills of Dartmoor, and my oh my, how the beauty of that place first had me sink into it and then sank into me, so much that it has become a part of me.