Song of being : the end of searching

What am I, where do I come from, and where am I going? And what is really the point of it all? What is really true behind all the make-believe, conditioning, and the more than eight billion different opinions about what is true? It there a true reality that is the same for all of us on this planet Tellus, yes, in the whole universe? Surely, these are familiar questions. But how often have we not heard about spiritual experiences, awakening, overcoming the fear of death, lasting happiness and joy, heavenly peace and the like? And how often have we not started to read or listen to someone who claims to know it all about these things, and then just given up when we heard a lot of complex and inaccessible thought constructs, new age nonsense mixed with mystical directions and exercises, or sectarian drivel that excludes the ones outside? I have been through all this, and I even ended up in a sect-like context once, but I continued to search for something really true, stripped down, genuinely useful and practical in both festive, ordinary, and difficult times, something that could truly point to lasting and reliable truth about reality, myself, and all of us, to what we are and consist of, and that it would hold true in all cultures, ages, circumstances and states - which all constantly change. Am I asking for too much?


My journey is not unique, and neither is who, or what I am. The journey can be made by anyone. It is so familiar, close, accessible, and right in front of all our noses - no, much closer, much more intimate than that. Surely, there are obstacles, but are we really interested in the obstacles? I am not.


The book is about my journey to what I thought and was told would be impossible to find or attain. My searching has ended. Not because I found something that I was looking for, but because... and here, it became quiet for a long while. Until this book was made.