The story of my life is nothing but a long voyage, from what I believed myself to be to what I truly am, from the personal to the universal, from the partial to the total, from the illusory to the real, from the apparent to the true, from the temporal to the eternal, from darkness to light, from the human to the Divine. This story is not public but profoundly private and intimate.
Only what begins, ends; what starts, finishes. One who lives in the present is neither born nor dies, because what lacks a beginning never ends.
I am the disciple of a seer, an enlightened being, somebody who is nobody. I was initiated in my spiritual childhood by the moonlight. A seagull who loved flying more than anything else in life inspired me.
In love with the impossible, I crossed the universe obsessed with a star. I have walked infinite paths, following the footsteps of those who saw, with deep respect for them but always in my own way.
Like the ocean that longs for water, I sought my home within my own house.
I am not a guide, professor, instructor, educator, pedagogue, evangelist, guru, Rabbi, Posek Halacha, or master, but only a traveler whom you can ask for directions. I gladly show you a place where everything calms upon arrival, a place beyond the sun and the stars, beyond your desires and longings, beyond time and space, beyond concepts and conclusions, beyond you.
I paint sighs, hopes, silences, aspirations, and melancholies… inner landscapes and sunsets of the soul. I am a painter of the indescribable, inexpressible, indefinable, and unspeakable from our depths.
Since childhood, little windows of paper captivated my attention; through them I visited places, met people, and made friends.
I have not transformed my inner life into a profession, trade, business, or any form of merchandise. It is not my intention to convince anyone of anything. I neither offer a theology or philosophy, nor do I preach or teach, I simply think out loud. The echo of these words may lead you to the infinite space of peace, silence, love, existence, consciousness, and absolute bliss.
Do not search for me; search for yourself. It is not me that you need, because the only thing that really matters is you. What you yearn for lies within you, as what you are, here and now.
Avoid fame, for true glory is not based on public opinion but on what you really are. Choose bliss over success, life over reputation, and wisdom over information.
When you fly, you learn that what matters is not touching the sky but the courage to spread your wings. The higher you rise, the smaller and less significant the world looks. As you walk, sooner or later you will understand that every search begins and ends in you.
Your unconditional well-wisher,