Day 3 - like Poetry sang down from the clouds"Peace inna time of war, War inna time of peace. Feeling the edge under the feet, being the edge in this world. My word is transferring the wisdom of stars, to become what we already are. You see me or not, it doesn't matter but listen to what I offer:When the frequency is right, and you are in the moment of Now, not looking back, not forth, anything becomes possible, yet everything is already there. Already built. Already created. Already mapped o...

Day 2"What am I doing here?" "It is the same old stuff just with a new cover." Fred takes a break from sitting in the hall and goes for a walk "Old systems, so strict, so old-fashioned. Where is the evolution? Don't be outside of the box, and they will silence you. They say your mind is in the way. But who are they to say that?"And, with a slight gesture, shows Fred the way back to the meditation hall."No, I need some more time walking." "Only five minutes out, Sir! It is not allowed to go lo...

Clouds are covered by the ceiling of the lobby. One can only imagine the colour of the sky.For the first time after several months, Fred was back in the Lobby. He checked all the messages he got over the time. Between advertisements for the new, high-end capsules, gimmicks and skills, he sees a message from his partner. It is a few weeks old. He reads it, and understands what she wants to tell him. She needs separation, more than they planned and tried. She needs something else right now. She...

If you are not grounded but always on the go, you barely have time for integration. So, take rest, relax and integrate what you learnt, experienced & felt. It is an important process in a fast paced world like ours. Bodhilama closes his journal, he heard a sound behind him. He turns around and...

Another sunny day in paradise.In the morning, Bodhilama and Palda chat over breakfast about politics, tokenomics, and Palda’s family. They sip their brew, which always makes Bodhilama dizzy—so he only drinks half, watering the sunflowers with the rest. Marhta doesn't want to waste any of the precious brew, but insists on drinking the whole jug. While Palda orders his fourth one, Bodhilama sneaks the brew into the plants. After breakfast, they head off to harvest field B89. Bodhilama swears th...

Walk through the sunflowers as if it were the only way. For some time now, Palda & Bodhilama have been living and working on the fields of the sunny Inn. Every day is a sunny day. Every day a sunny day. Yes, every day a sunny day... I mean nothing else. There is only sun & day. That's all there is!

Bodhilama is lost in his own thoughts. Time is timeless here. Nothing happens in this state. But actually everything happens here.

lamabodhi has a heavy head. He decides to stay in bed for a while. Some insights about writing came along the way.