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Meditations
How to come home without going anywhere.
For those who seek without knowing what.
Three questions that remain after the final page:
- How to tell your true voice from the voice of the ego?
- Does Home exist - or is it only the longing for it?
- Can one return to what has never left?
Six spheres.
One Center.
Book I. The Source
[What is Home?]
First Circle. The Foundation
Home as the One. Emanation and the order of being. The recognition of what always preceded experience.
Home is not located 'there', beyond the stars; it is the light through which the stars become visible at all.
Book II. The Soul Between Worlds
[Why is the soul not at home?]
Second Circle. Dispersal
Ontological forgetting and structural memory. Homelessness as a sign of true origin.
We seek because we know the truth too well - but have lost the capacity to see it from close up.
Book III. The Eros of Return
[What leads back?]
Third Circle. Gravity
The gravity of Beauty. Eros as the force of return. Purification that restores transparency.
The storm may awaken, but only the quiet pull can bring us to the end.
Book IV. The Other as Home
[Can another soul be a threshold?]
Fourth Circle. Encounter
Encounter and boundary. The Other as witness to the light. The moment when Home first recognizes the seeker.
We seek the Source only because it has already found us.
Book V. The Threshold
[Where does the word end?]
Fifth Circle. Stillness
The limit of word and image. Stillness as full Presence. The point where will yields to gift.
Thought and image have brought us to the doors. Further - stillness.
Book VI. Return Without Movement
[What changes when nothing has changed?]
The Center. Union
The Center. The change in the quality of gaze that cancels distance. The seeker who itself becomes the path.
He was the light that allowed the soul to take its first step.
From the manuscript
rhythm · memory · presence
poetry
Silhouette
Drywall
Palimpsest
Manducatio
Body Temperature
letters
Tuning Fork
Shared Draft
A Letter to Become Your Dream
Serenade of the Shadow
A Letter from the Whale
prose
No Days Off
Numbness
Architect
Fragmentum I
Hospes
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