Thomas Wunderland

Menschliche Augen beurteilen die Erscheinungen und geben Ihnen die Namen von Freude und Leid. Doch in den Augen des Lebens verschwindet die Dualität, wie der Fluss im Meer. Dann offenbart sich die wahre Essenz des Lebens und dessen Schönheit leuchtet in den bunten Farben der Frühlingsboten genauso hell, wie in den schmerzvollsten Erfahrungen des Menschen. Manchmal scheint es mir gar so, als würde die Schönheit am stärksten in jenen Augen strahlen, in denen die Geschichten der Trauer geschrieben stehen. Denn jene Augen haben tiefer in die Seele des Lebens geblickt, als andere die nur bis zu den oberflächlichen Schichten der Schönheit vorgedrungen sind.

Today I woke up, and everywhere I looked, I saw beauty, like life would be a masterpiece, which is more perfect and beautiful than everything else. And everything I touched, felt so good, that it almost made me cry. Those days are blessed and in these days it seems like bliss has become my shadow, which is following me everywhere I go. Today joy seems to be all there is, and fear is nothing more than an illusion. This is the truth of today, but who knows what might be the truth of tomorrow!

If I look back, I see the memory of warm summer days, when we used to run dancing through the streets, with a smile on our faces as big as the fun we had. And I see pictures of cold winter days as well, when tears were crawling down my face. I remember how cold it felt, when the wind was blowing. And I remember how lost I felt when life created a storm of chaos around me. But today I see beauty in its purest form, if I look at the pain, which was hurting so badly. This is the truth of today, but who knows what might be the truth of tomorrow!

I never believed in something. And I still don’t. I studied Philosophy. I listened to the oldest and wisest teachers. And all I realized, is that I realized nothing. I don’t even believe my eyes. I know what I see is  bound to the way I perceive the world. But still, I wish everybody could see what I see. Cause it’s so beautiful. One day it will happen. One day everybody will wake up and realize that joy is all there is, and everything else is just an illusion. At least this is the truth of today, but who knows what might be the truth of tomorrow.

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