January 2023. Deep Winter. Bodh Gaya, India. The village where Buddha attained enlightenment while meditating under a Bodhi tree. Could...

The dry leaves covered the courtyard.I saw an ant carrying a feather that was 100 times bigger than its size. I also saw a woman braiding a tree with the endless vines hanging from it... We were suspended in time, in the magic of a parallel world, and that was starting to feel real. During the 5-minute break, we all went to fill our water bottles out of sheer habit. I don’t know if we were actually thirsty or not, but it was something automatic, and besides, it was almost the

How well-crafted is the cage that we still love to paint our prison bars on!The greatest secrets of cages are that they never seem like cages; they always disguise themselves as oases in the desert. And what if we open the little door for the hamster? So that every now and then it can peek outside the cage and remember that the cage has a handle and a latch. That occasionally one can enter, amuse oneself on the spinning wheel of colors that endlessly turns, but also laugh at

Reflections for nerds. If there was something to search for, we had already figured out that the path wasn't outside. So, by elimination, the path must be inward. An introspective work that might allow us to understand and decipher the twists and tricks of our mind. To rebuild truths—or, why not, throw it all away and create an empty space where we can build something new. Maybe both options were valid. There are probably as many paths as there are people, but the root of it

Go inward, understood... How? — asked a voice inside me, notebook and pen in hand, as if the answer to “going inward” were less difficult. Of course, it’s not, it’s only step two. Because clearly, it’s also not about “going inward” while repeating the same pattern, pretending that spiritual matters can fill the vacant space left by the “material” matters of the Ego’s path. It’s not an exchange; it’s more of a shift in logical understanding, direction, and method. Days passed,

Understanding the conditions of the path we walk is important and crucial to knowing how to walk it.

As I sat on my step watching my neighbor do her daily laundry, I saw an ant carrying a feather almost 2.5 cm long.Thirty times her size? How many ants would fit in a feather? The floor was tiled with grooves. For the poor ant, they must have felt like hills, but that didn’t stop her—the ant kept going... The feather swayed wildly from side to side as if it were dancing. It seemed like it would fall at any moment and touch the ground... but it didn’t. And the ant—stubborn—co

That intense, powerful, and uncontrollable impulse. That excessive and imperceptible attachment. That insatiable, endless desire, which drags us—without us wanting it—into a wheel so sharp and infallible that it leaves almost no room for error. If we let it loose, it multiplies so quickly, and without even noticing, we subtly shift from attachment to objects to an addiction to craving itself: we become addicted to the feeling of desiring. Addicted to that adrenaline, to that

Be aware. Stay “awake.” Be equanimous. Each breath is a new opportunity to start again… What “things” make me happy? My mind kept thinking. Of course, that’s what we had come for. When I could, I went back to my list. My personal work. My self-discovery. What was there were not big things—or maybe they were—: they were wishes. Vipassana Experiencia. Day 8 What “things” make me happy? -Reading a good book -Drinking mate -Doing Yoga outdoors -Swimming in nature. Correction: