We do not know what we are doing, of that we are absolutely certain. Nowhere to go, nowhere to be, nothing to do. Just being.

Poem: Stringiti A Me (Hold Me) by Gabriele D'Annunzio.

What you see is not what is. What we have been gold is not truthful. Then, what is left for us to do?

Sat Patim Dehi Parameshwara Om Shrim Shriyei Namaha By chanting the mantra Sat Patim Dehi Parameshwara we call upon ourselves the...

Nothing to find, nowhere to go, no teacher, nor student. Our ears are being nourished by our guides, speaking the truth of wisdom. Listen.

We are the ones we’ve been waiting for. We are the change that we seek.

Nothing to do, nowhere to go. Just be. You are ready, otherwise you would not be here and now.