ulrich de balbian 26.4.2015 two minutes video

Free from death. We alone see that. For the animals, their death is, as it were, completed. What's ahead is 'God'. And when they move, they move in timelessness, as fountains do. Never, not for a single day, do we let the space before us be so unbounded that the blooming of one flower is forever. We are always making it into a world and never letting it be nothing: the pure, the unconstructed, which we breathe and endlessly know, and need not crave -- never constrain the moment, all the moments that are life, living, never merely make them into restrained moments - a world, let them just be moments, free, pure, no-thing..... ulrich

--------------- Be ahead of all parting, as if it had already happened, like winter, which even now is passing. For beneath the winter is a winter so endless that to survive it at all is a triumph of the heart. Be forever dead in Eurydice, and climb back singing. Climb praising as you return to connection. Here among the disappearing, in the realm of the transient, be a ringing glass that shatters as it rings. Be. And know as well the need to not be: let that ground of all that changes bring you to completion now. To all that has run its course, and to the vast unsayable numbers of beings abounding in Nature, add yourself gladly, and cancel the cost. http://youtu.be/hHVkh_G0zZg