Sometimes we have prayed in the sense of "I am not of mine"; not being mine, I don't belong to myself: "my life is not mine." And to become aware that my life is not mine, and that in the sense of living it –as "mine"-, what I do is drown life.

And it seems –"it seems"- that, by not belonging to me..., there would be a risk of entering into infinite loneliness...

But it arises… that sense of loss arises! When it turns out that it is not my life.

Yes; as they say: "I have lost my life." "He lost his life"... etc.

And it happens... and it happens that it is common for the being to feel desolate!, alone!, abandoned. Undoubtedly, we rush to say that they are sequels of "haughtiness"...

Because he hasn't lost anything. He created the illusion that life was his. And upon discovering that it is not, he thinks he has lost something. And he has not lost! He has won!

He has gained evidence. He has gained expansions. He has gained perceptions. But they do not belong to him!... Thus, he has detached himself from... the yoke of possession, of vigilance, of the sullen behaviour from accumulated savings! –and a long etcetera as result of possession.

But yes!, it does result –at times- the appearance, of the ‘soli-tude’ on the horizon.

Because, accustomed to possession, accustomed to “mine”, and being of a Mystery, being from an infinite origin, we find it difficult to include it; and even more, at times, wanting to own it, to or order it or to ask for it!...


We should... we should be, with regard to living, like that baby elephant that always approaches the mother's crotch; that feels fragile, feels tender...

It should be like the baby humpback whale, which stays months and months around its mother, swimming, feeding, rubbing, frolicking...; becoming aware of filiation. And not... and not acting and doing in disproportion, in independence, as if we were prisoners!...

We are prisoners, when we possess ourselves. And we are jailers and prisoners at the same time. Simultaneously!

So, when we get rid of that fiction of power and dominance created by our own being, and we open ourselves to the dimension of clarity –increasing clarity- we do not fear abandonment...

We have never been alone.

Let's not fear loneliness. They are vestiges of egomania.

Let us perceive rather... the sensations of those around us; of those living beings that woo us.

Let's become aware of the landscape, the smell, the taste, the sound, the touch...

Why have we been adorned with those senses?

To be able –with them- to wrap ourselves in the nebula of Creation.

To be a kidnap!... of smoke, which disappears abruptly in its escape.

Losing the yoke of owning, having, understanding and knowing, and placing oneself in the magnificence of the position that life occupies, is... –in addition of being what it is- it is also a "continuous" spectacle.

Knowing that every wave that reaches the shore is different.

Knowing that every sound of the stream changes continuously.

Knowing that... everything is apparently still and fixed, but everything moves vertiginously; so much!, that we do not perceive it.

We must stop being anonymous drops of rain, which fall and do not know where they are going, and do not know the drop that is near them, and the millions of drops that fall in turn!

We must abandon the idea that we are "a drop." We are rain... and we fertilize the earth. And we give drink to the thirsty! And sometimes... we drown him of thirst.

We are rain, and every drop is... a breath. But each drop knows about the other one, and the other one and the other one. They don't feel anonymous...

Meanwhile –as the saying goes: "it never rains to everyone's taste"-, the man takes refuge in "his tastes".

He remains possessed of what he likes and does not like... as the demand for a spoiled education.

And when we discover ourselves –by such obvious signs- that we are not alone, and consequently there is no loneliness but an infinite company... any realization is possible.

The borders dissolve...

We begin to intuit the unlimited. We begin to suspect!... the surprises.

We continue to be awe and be amazed!... and laugh at our clumsiness.

Healthy position, that one: the one that has already got rid of its ghosts, its shadows, and has become a travel light.

And yes, we must always keep a pause, so that the verb of silence is expressed... with its "details", which is what gives it a sense of language. Because thus, any phenomenon occurs... and we have an explanation. But when it happens on time, then the explanation we had –generally- is no longer useful. "It does not work anymore". Because it is a language that is expressed.

But you have to let it show…; that Creator Mystery be shown. And for that, we must keep the position of contemplating, of silencing our inquiries... and letting our senses be aware of... what was not expected.

Let's reinterpret that loneliness and that abandonment, in a great way. Yes; because we can realize how, that apparent loneliness of abandonment, takes care. Carefully takes care of everything around us, and shelters and magnifies it. But for this we have to stop looking at ourselves, and project ourselves with our senses towards... that journey of life.



Bønnen som vi praktiserer er ikke forbundet til noen bestemt religion. Vi tror at bønnen kan være et frigjørende og helbredende instrument som har Skapelsen, de forskjellige kreftene som besjeler oss, uten at vi setter et eller annet navn på dette. Troen på at bønnen er et uunnværlig element for oss, har fått oss til å danne et sted som utelukkende brukes til bønn; ”Casa del Sonido de la Luz”,( huset for lysets lyd.) Det ligger i Baskerland, Vizcaya. Der holdes det samlinger med bønn, og man kan også tilbringe dager med tilbaketrekning der.


“La Casa del Sonido de la Luz” ARGI DOINU ETXEA se encuentra en la localidad de Ea, Vizcaya. Un espacio abierto para los alumnos de la Escuela Neijing, los cuales pueden realizar estancias de 1 a 5 días.


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