The Creative Egg

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The Creative Egg

Blowing in the Wind

We wonder, investigate with immense energy superficial banalities and take for granted the magic, mysteries of life on this earth!

We satisfy ourselves with requisites of dramas of our lives but not the director of our dramas.

We praise intellectual activities yet ignore the inner core of our being!

Living the Story

watching feelings filling you up, leaving you, rising up, fierce or gentle, heart beat faster, head throbbing, passions flaming up and being lost in that flow…drowning, helpless…floating,

Begs to question why?

What are we and which stories were so fixed in our being that has such hold over our existence?

You are on my mind

Questioning our actions.
Questioning our convictions.
Questioning ever deeper reasons we give to why and what we do.

Allowing a pause on our rout to look around, all directions, above all from above, to see a light entering the emptiness of our “Not knowing”
Allowing the rivers of tears to wash away solidified fixations.

Holding gently this inner child kicking hard, holding tight to his made belief Rock.
To rock this child in love and whisper, all is well, that love is boundless and this pain too will pass as all is in passing over the rainbows of further universes…

Stop now!
Stop and do this now, now, and now…
It is this moment of our actions, words and deeds that leaves a stamp deep behind on this earth, no less  lives we have touched upon.

Look back to see abundance of laughter, blooming fields and glowing light in love following you to your destiny.
This life we were born to is passing too..faster and faster is catching us up in trails we left behind…
Let wisdom of love cleanse all pains we caused in the past, let generosity wash away hardened hearts unto joy….

Let your bidding farewell to this body feel the power of light which gave you this chance to live in full purpose of birth..
As the flower that opens wide in full innocence is there for a while to spread beauty for those who passed it by,  lived just for a while!

El Torcal

We drove up higher and higher following the river… river disappeared between thick of pink Oleander bushes, appeared and was gone again from sight…Landscape changing to open spaces and fields of wheat, soft and dreamy beyond which high rocky mountains appeared as we kept on driving upwards towards those Rocks.

The heat subsided, cool breeze began to blow. We stopped beneath the Rocks at The fountain and filled up our bottles with fresh cool water flowing from it’s depths.

A couple more kilometres..

We entered “EL Torcal” and climbed ever higher between those crazy shapes formed over billions of years, forming, reforming through times beyond our human scale.

We unpack our picnic, laugh and chatter as the sun sinks and moon rises……

We have climbed a couple of hundred meters higher and feel the cold.

We freeze and shiver at 15 degrees less.

We are fragile creatures with immense powers of the “Will”!

It grows dark.

The astronomer sets up telescopes.

We sit around, are mesmerised as we listen.

He points to stars with his laser pointer…Recites their given names from ancient times of men to new, also their constellation tales we humans have conjured.

We queue to watch saturn, our  potted moon, and distant stars which may no longer be as it’s light years taken for us to view…. beyond our comprehension.

We Wow and clasp at moments of AWE!

We have now seen where humans landed on the moon, and rings of Saturn, twinkle of dead stars born and died well before even our earth, this rock on which we picnic ever existed …

We are feeling cold and tired. We pack up and drive back to our warm rooms, slumber to sleep and dream of plans of grandeur for days to come!!




The Trouble with “Thought”

-Why on earth is there any trouble?

-Why are you saying that?

-because I’m “thinking”

-But why do you think about this “thought” ?

-Don’t make me go crazy!

-No…you are crazy!

-Now you’re getting me really mad!

-You see….there is trouble with “thought”

-Fine, Explain…as I see you want trouble…but I’ll control myself!

-Oh…Who’s controlling you?

-I—Am of course!

-Who do you think you are?

-You mean the one who is thinking?


-Fine, and where do your “thoughts” come from?

– Inside my head!!

– Who put them there?

-No one…they just are there!!!!



-You mean you were born with your thoughts?

-Of course not..don’t try and make me feel stupid!

-No truly not…I’m just wanting to find out…. Have you ever?

– Ever what?

-Wondered where your thoughts came from?


-Then why are you so cross when you’re asked the question?

-I mean until some one suggested the earth was not a flat slab

people had never questioned it did they?

In fact they got really mad and insecure to ask such a question!

-So what are you getting at?

-Just asking what is a “thought?

-It’s putting 2+ 2 together and saying it’s 4!

-Oh…don’t cheat!…if I had two oranges, one in each hand, then

that’s obvious…there are two oranges…concrete fact!

And if I gave you one, then I have one…concrete fact, right??

-Ok, that’s simple to see!

-But is it different from seeing the “thinking”?

-Of course..if I did not think, I’d not be able to add or subtract!

-Ok…don’t let us get into knots over this…

Are all thinkings or thoughts the same?

_ Well, they come from the same place I guess??

_ right..

_ Are you not thinking all the time you’re asking these questions…I mean what are you getting at?

_I’m not getting at anything..just wanted to know why you got so mad when I asked you that question?

_Because it felt like you want to make fun of me!

_And where did that feeling come from?

_Because I don’t like to be made fun of!

_Are you sure that was my intention?

_Well no , but I’m still feeling you”re laying a trap for me!

_And all these feelings come from where and why?

_Is that not natural? Feeling bad when some one is trying to confuse you?

_oh…is that what you think? That I’m trying to confuse you?

Why is the challenge make you feel bad?

Why do you take everything you think you know for granted?

That’s why everything keeps getting solidified over generations…fixed like a stone!


_Tell me more..


_don’t you sometimes wonder what it would be like if you were the only person on this planet?

_well even if there was no one else, I’d still have experiences which would be in my thoughts?

_ Like hunger, fear, thirst, need for shelter…and I guess having learnt about dangers and how to avoid them?

_ for sure…also feelings

_yes I guess fear must have been a big one!

_ Then I guess came thoughts of how to avoid dangers and find ways to feel more secure..

_ and so on, and on, until today when the branches have covered the whole of the sky…..



_Don’t you feel sometimes like you are in a play?

Like every one is acting in some play?

_not really…except when we are in a theatre!

_ The theatre of Life!! That’s what we are in…it just keeps on rolling away on auto pilot!

_ What on earth are you going on about?

_ I mean we never question anything!

As if the commentary running constantly in our heads is like a blood stream in our veins!! But it’s NOT!

_Well I’m not even aware of the running thoughts in my head!

_Well no’s become second nature!

_And it’s over crowding us like a dark cloud and we just see facts when we really need to!

_Then how should we stop the running commentary if it’s second nature ?

_ Not with amnesia!

Not when we need to run away from danger, not when we have an appointment…


_ You know I’m slowly seeing something…but it’s really hard as say when I have an appointment, say to see results of a test I’d taken…Then my head gets throbbing full of thoughts…I just had such a day it was torture! The anticipation made me go almost crazy!………I had no control over it! Not only that but the thoughts made my heart beat faster, fingers tingling…I just could not Think straight!

_ Ahh that’s the suffering of “unnecessary thinking”

_ easy said!

_ yes but at least we have seen it’s unnecessary ..the whole of our live’s experiences get jumbled up in a storm, blowing so much dust that we can’t even see the path ahead to see where we have to go!

_ This is the Theatre in the head!

_ with no director

_ well the director is run by all the scripts of all the stories lived by ourselves and others throughout our cultural back ground!


_Poor little me!

That is really the trouble of thought!!

_ it’s taking us for a wild run wherever the wild horses want to go..

_Quite insane!

Quite…especially all our emotions are caught up by the thoughts too…



_ So suddenly if I feel sad or anxious…was it due to thoughts I was not aware of thinking them?

_I guess that’s part of it but we also have deep imprints of thoughts layered into our consciousness over generations and those are much harder to see.

_ How many of us humans could ever be free of all that humongous heavy load?

_ yea….It’s hard work!

_ Then what…won’t we feel a lot more insecure…not having any railings to hold on to??

_That’s fear of the unknown kicking in!

_ Have we tried it out at all?

_ not sure if it’s at all possible.

_ not to have a constant commentary running up in the scull?



It seems it has to do something with security!

_If I have to undergo an interview, or any other task which is not routine, I naturally feel anxious…

_ then what?

_then my thoughts look for all the possible situations related to the upcoming event to see how it would cope when the event happens.

_Yea…it’s pure punishment but who wouldn’t feel the same?

_ I’ve heard performers say that that very anxiety makes them perform better.

_or forget everything and not be able to perform at all….

_ I guess that’s when the brain has given up all it’s energy to anxiety and for it’s survival goes blank!

_ I’ve seen that a few times.

_ I’ve also noticed how much energy is generate by that search….


_ I just had a “thought”! hahaha

_ would you not say that all living organisms have an inbuilt survival mode?

I guess in health that is the case.

_ well would this permanent thinking not have the same function?

_ you mean wearing itself out stupid?

_NO!!…I mean trying to feel secure!

_would you say it is achieving that?

_ not exactly but it’s trying to!

_ How stupid must we be to realize the runaway busy, crazy drama constantly in our heads is not giving us peace and quiet to really be able to Think when really necessary!!

_ So we’re back to square one!


_ These days there are so many methods to calm down…

_Also every one knows the expression “burn out” which is literally overloading the brain!



_ is there not a moment like happened right now when the brain sees itself?

_ You mean has reached it’s own conclusion?

_ Wow…that just just lasted a few seconds!

_Yes I felt it too!

_ But it did not take long before that silence was interrupted…

_ That’s true… but it was a great start to just come to the end of “Thought” where time too had stopped….


_ Is end of thought end of time?

_It sure felt that way…


Now I see what my thoughts want to do with it!…

It wants more of that!!







The Golden Oriole

Have you ever heard the Golden Oriole talk?

Her language has such a broad repertoire!…flies swiftly, so alert, so trim and agile!

My heart leaps as they grace the Eucalyptus trees, a few meters away from my window…

Transfixed, have to watch so closely to catch it between flights from branch to branch, well hidden behind fluttering leaves…Pure delight!

This Fragile Life

This Fragile Life

Day by day from birth to death, first breath to the last, this unfathomable life we humans live as in a dream, unchecked, unquestioned, zombie like, barging through, eyes, hearts and senses blocked in routines and fixed patterns……….grow ugly, hardened, callous, part of the fixtures left for newcomers to adapt to, fossilize unto layers of tragic human history.

I have watched babies born, love and laughter, adorning the new creature with welcomes and hopes soon to perish into the abyss of dusty fixtures, inheritance of bondage narrowing the possibilities of a glorious life of flowering ever wider, open to light and love soon to become grim with ancient beliefs, ugly, tortured, sad and lost to die without having ever touched “LOVE”, the Elixir of life!

And Why?

Why be born when such is the lot?

From father to son?

Tethered to fear from birth to death?

Why? What do we fear?

It is this fear that keeps us alone, apart from the miracle of existence, part of totality, ecstasy, magic of sensing that vast eternal movement to which we belong.

To be a good citizen, our graves have been dug by the time our social education is done, we become walking zombies, fitting tightly in grooves our ancestors, father to son had planned out for us.

We strive to be “Educated” to climb up the ladder to higher grooves, have more power, more wealth, feel stronger in this crazy jungle of human greed, backstabbing and murder, needing stronger locks and body guards as only the powerful have learnt to fear.

Is there not a way out?

What does it take for us to wake up?

I wake up to a hundred birds of various names fluttering furiously throughout the Eucalyptus branches, singing their distinct songs, feeding their newly hatched, teaching them to fly whilst the sun is still not too high…my heart is beating fast watching the golden light brush the trunks and branches of the trees, long shadows shortening, pink shades of the hills growing in brightness, loud crickets growing louder as the heat rises and the day grows older.

It is this purity of simplicity that brings tears of joy to the heart where I was not there to be one with it.

Wonderings on the Knowings

So I begin to wonder what if I live a dream of words?

On awakening I sit at my window..
I see hills around with valleys bellow…I see the trees have grown green…I hear the wild chirping of birds and infinite flowers of mad colours springing out of the earth, everywhere, after the rains…
I see the seasons pass, I see the almond trees full of pale pink flowers, they smell of honey… their petals fall, tiny green leaves start to cover the branches, I see where the flowers were, tiny almonds growing, they taste sour, feel velvety.
They grow and grow, the wild flowers dry, leaves drop..the landscape is dry, all the trunks and branches stand dark and silent on the creamy coloured hills….sun comes up, very hot, many months, the almonds are hard, I crack a few…delicious sweet nourishment…
Rains come, and the flowers return…
There was no “Time” on this earth…there was magic.
I was sitting at my window…
I was wondering at what I know!

Living this human heart.

If you had nothing to connect you to on this earth but the earth itself;
if no one had taught you ways of humans or inherited human tales of human history….how would you live as here, now, alone on these hills as I wonder and share with you the reader.

Befriend silence
For it’s in silence that stones whisper,
Tis in silence that blossoms speak,
Tis in silence that clouds, sunsets, trees, animals, insects, all of life that surrounds us begin to reveal their secrets directly into our hearts.

Find that space where silence may enter,
where you enter that wonder of existence!

For we are grand as the universe, and small as universes within.
Where time and measure does not exist.

This very earth upon which we stand is holding all miracles in it’s dust.

This cycle of perfection, fragile balance of rains rivers and oceans, clouds, ice and fires which envelope from center to outer is holding us tight to it’s heart. We are the children who play, but play carefully…..
Careful, watch, listen, relate to it’s totality to know this treasure called “Life”