On Love

I wish to write about something that is hard to explain, only mystics and poets since time immemorial have been coming closer to describing this indescribable -feeling of Love.

This feeling has been a central theme of our lives here on Earth. Everyone wishes to experience Love, to love and to be loved. The love that we know between men and women is something that allows this world to go on, generation after generation. But it is not all just about procreation, is it? I am telling myself, it cannot be, as I have my own way of seeing this ‘act’ between souls. Read on as I paint the canvas with an ephemeral vision in my heart and soul.

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Grand Premiere

“We are all in the gutter but some of us are still looking at the stars.”

Everything is ever changing. This side of things is the only constant, which makes this life so much more unpredictable and exciting.

Yet many of us do believe in destiny, that everything has already been decided for us. It is not a negative fatalism, however, just an acceptance of the Higher order that rules this creation.

Somewhere behind the veil, there is a screenwriter,  measuring the time whilst the audience is watching, holding their breath. Fine are these actors on this stage, called life. Have they not gotten into the character so well, they would not have forgotten that once they were someone else.

Nevertheless, as Seneca once said:

Life is like a play in the theatre: it does not matter how long it lasts, but how well it was played.

Truly, it is undeniable that the way we live our lives is more important than figuring out about our previous life or the life yet to come, who is the screenwriter or wondering about what the audience thinks. There is also no intermission and the final act usually comes sooner than we would guess. So let’s play like it is our last time on stage and let’s deserve the standing ovation and have flowers thrown to our feet.


from ‘Into The Wild’

Doesn’t this inspire you to travel far and wide? My heart beats faster as I read these lines and imagination draws pictured of distant lands, where I haven’t stepped my foot (just) yet. We must embark on journeys, we must explore, we must get to know, because, I believe, experience of this life here on Earth is a gift, which we shouldn’t take for granted. If we have the capacity but choose to spend our lives in four familiar walls in the age when so many things became possible, it’s  a shame.

“Make a radical change in your lifestyle and begin to boldly do things which you may previously never have thought of doing, or been too hesitant to attempt. So many people live within unhappy circumstances and yet will not take the initiative to change their situation because they are conditioned to a life of security, conformity, and conservation, all of which may appear to give one peace of mind, but in reality nothing is more damaging to the adventurous spirit within a man than a secure future. The very basic core of a man’s living spirit is his passion for adventure. The joy of life comes from our encounters with new experiences, and hence there is no greater joy than to have an endlessly changing horizon, for each day to have a new and different sun. If you want to get more out of life, you must lose your inclination for monotonous security and adopt a helter-skelter style of life that will at first appear to you to be crazy. But once you become accustomed to such a life you will see its full meaning and its incredible beauty.”

– Jon Krauker

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Islamic Transcendence

I remember the first time I heard Adan, a call for a prayer, and saw inside a mosque; I was struck and enchanted. A profound feeling of something so conscious and divine filled my being then.
Looking upon intricate flower patterns painted over the tiles, I imagined the energy coming out of the heart center, connecting one to the grid of life. Then streaming up towards the crown along with the prayer, expanding one’s awareness and ultimately blossoming into the thousand petal flower that our consciousness is, thus depicted higher above on the dome to serve as a reminder of that.
No other image is present. It is what it is. But I see it as this: connecting mind to heart and heart to the Absolute.
This is transcendence made simple; and it is beautiful…and somewhat psychedelic :))


Perspective shared on PAGES

This post is a rough transcript of a short talk I gave at the event organized by my creative mates from Casablanca. They are doing something great for expats in this city as well as Moroccans. Presenting people with an opportunity to gather in an informal atmosphere to share some stories, mingle, meet new interesting people and simply have a really pleasant evening. There hasn’t been an event of this sort before in Casa, so it’s a truly a brilliant idea.

Check their page, don’t forget to like it, they really deserve it:


I was invited to speak there yesterday, it was so silly of me to get sooo nervous, but I didn’t get a chance to rehearse the speech and that made me loose a line, but the reader will never know, so read on..

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Only in Morocco…

Once again I am back to the country of dusty roads, tall palms and ever ascending prayers. I love it here so far, because things happen differently, and more often than not I find myself surprised. I am not saying things happen here like they should, on the contrary, ‘normal’  is the word that I started using in a very sarcastic way, with a typical grin on my face, but who said that I am a normal person and I relate to things just like all the other people do?
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Summer Dream

“In all things of nature there is something of the marvellous.” Aristotle

It was one dark, quiet night, the air was so still that I was afraid to disturb it with my presence. I was out in the country, where I could spend some time away from all the hustle and crowds, noise and pollution of the big city; here the stars could be seen much better.
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Parting again. Words unsaid

Should we get sad parting with people?

But when you are travelling you are bound to say farewells time and again, why to get sad every single time?

People who are used to saying ‘Goodbye’ rarely cry when they bid their farewells. Not because they love less or their hearts are colder, but from a calm acceptance of transitory and temporal nature of things. As well as, and I will quote Rumi here, since I cannot agree with him more, or say it in a better way: “Goodbyes are only for those who love with their eyes. Because for those who love with heart and soul there is no such thing as separation.”
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Thoughts on the road to Marrakech

As I approach the red city of Marrakech, the landscape behind the window of the train I am on, is changing as well. Yellow sand and sparse palm trees are replaced by dark-brown soil, and in the distance the horizon is getting painted with rocky slopes of innumerable hills. Here there are almost no palms, and only bristly bushes are diluting this bleak, marsian-like landscape. In this terrain there are no trees that can throw a shadow, where a traveller could hide from a scorching sun.
In the comfort of an air-conditioned train (yes, such luxury is available in Morocco), it’s difficult to imagine the heat that burns out the green-fodder and vaporizes all water form the soil, making it unsuitable for the growth of fauna. Notwithstanding, eucalyptus offering oil and honey, and cactuses with nutritious fruits grow in abundance here in some places, allowing simple, low-tech production in this region. But still I was wondering, how deep do you have to dig to reach water and how scarce is it? Coming from the places abundant in water, it is easy to forget that big part of this world is facing really serious problem, i.e. shortage of water. How often do people here feel how their tongues swell from the heat, especially during the holy month of Ramadan?

In the periods of draught people have to reserve to such measure as simply praying to Allah to grant them some rain. Once, while I was working in El Jadida, the whole of Morocco prayed together with the king; strangely enough, coincidentally or not, but it did rain the next day. God Bless =)

Periodically, small villages or settlements emerge on the hills. They almost merge with surrounding environment, being built from stones and clay of the same colour. In the distance I start noticing high mountains, it means we are getting closer to Marrakech. I shift attention to my coupe. Morocco has always surprised me with how nice Moroccan travellers are to each other, complete strangers sharing a deep sense of communion. No ipads or iphones (unfortunately books either) distract people from each other, so they are happy to start a simple talk that doesn’t abide anyone to anything. Sharing some stories, some jokes, a couple of laughs and smiles – touching and simple Moroccan warmheartedness, helping to pass long hours of travel and uplifting one’s mood.

One guy helps to get my luggage down, I say a humble ‘shokran’ and in a few minutes I am standing under burning sun, breathing dry air, feeling as if I have just entered a mild Finnish sauna. I get my bags, and I am on the roll to find a sensible driver with whom I wouldn’t have to bargain too much. I smile widely inside of my heart as it is my final days in Morocco, another one of my stays in Kif-Kif hostel in the old medina, and not even heavy bags or the heat can ruin my happiness. ‘Cause this is how I choose to perceive and feel, as it is the perspective that makes our reality what it is. Also, knowing that this experience is to be continued... I choose to end it as positively as possible.

Floating World

When do you feel at peace the most?

For me it is when I travel by train or any other means of transport. When I look out of the window and I see the the landscape change so rapidly in front of my eyes, it takes my mind far away. I become as if just an observer, rather than a participant of this life, which during these moments seems as a dream;  and like all dreams, it is a temporary reality. Then the feeling that there is something greater, something beyond that permeates through everything is right there; it’s nature is permanent unlike everything what we see with our eyes. However,  as soon as you step on the firm ground again, you are back to life, back to reality, involved in all the turmoil of it and the weight of it is ready to collapse on your mind once again.

So I like to call this world a floating one. When I was in Japan, I have realised they used to call it ‘floating’ as well.

Ukiyo-e “pictures of the floating world”.

No other nation in the world has managed to depict the impermanence and ephemeral nature of the world around us as well as the Japanese.

Although this style flourished in Japan in the 17th century and was focused on portraying the hedonistic lifestyle attributed to the Japanese during the Edo period, the term ukiyo is a homophone for a Buddhist term “Sorrowful World“. Nevertheless, I believe that there is no contradiction in that at all. The reason why Buddhists refer to this world as a sorrowful one lies in the karmic cycle of death and rebirth, which we are trying to break lifetime after lifetime. People suffer in this life without the spiritual guidance and when one’s life is not filled with purpose, it seems that the world just floats by meaninglessly. The same way pleasures and beautiful things come in our lives, the same way they go or deteriorate with the passage of time.  But that’s just natural and we have to learn to accept this. However sad it might be, that is not the real sorrow of human life. The real sorrow is in human spirit seeking liberation and fulfilment and not being able to find it.


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