The writings published on this site are born from a desire for communication, even a longing for communion, both with their recipients and with my inner self. These are letters I addressed to friends, often in response to their requests, or as a result of a need to give, which invariably met a thirst to receive.
These written words have always been an opportunity for me to read in the book of the heart and transcribe a few lines intended for my correspondent at the moment. I often wondered if I was the speaker or rather the first listener of what was being said through me.
When my correspondents praised my ability to express my ideas clearly, I thanked them for their ability to listen, as I am convinced that only attentive listening allows the heart to speak. While fully recognizing the importance of the intellect in guiding our lives, I am persuaded that only the path of the heart can lead us to the lost paradise that always resides within us. The intellect leads us to the door, but it is the heart that opens it.
In the pages that unfold here, there is a Reality that is both very simple and very profound. Its extreme simplicity makes it inconceivable to us, or at least imperceptible, like the air we breathe, which we only become aware of when we lack it. Profound does not mean distant. It is closer to us than what our thoughts can conceive or our words can express.
I was introduced to this Reality, I have been nourished by it, and I continue to be. Speaking of it is my way of expressing gratitude.
However, words cannot truly convey it, and when reading them, it is helpful to remember that when a finger points to the moon, it is the moon we should look at, not the finger indicating it. Words belong to the world of duality, where everything has its opposite and defines itself through it, whereas Truth, which is neither partial nor biased, embraces everything that exists.
When writing these texts, I never imagined they would one day find their way to publication. I was content with the joy and clarity that their creation provided me. For one only truly masters a teaching — to apply it in one’s own life — when one is capable of conveying it clearly and simply to others. It took me a long time to decide to keep a record of them, likely due to my desire for freedom, not wanting to remain tied to the past of my thoughts. Moreover, silence is the only language simple enough for me.
Eventually, however, I realized the importance that their reading would hold for my children in the future. I am already and will continue to be part of their ”personal history” The light that knowledge of my inner journey would shed on it would be crucial for their better self-understanding. But between deciding to keep them and choosing to publish them, there was a step that was not easy for me to take. To do so, I had to remind myself that one should not hide the light under the table.
Since their content is timeless, the letters reproduced here — among which I have included some articles requested for collective works — do not follow a precise order. I have grouped them into various categories for easier access, and I have given each one a title based on a key idea it contains.
For the experience recorded in these pages to be known, it must be tasted, and words will never fully capture what it is. The best testimony that can be given, the richest in teachings, is comparable to the flight of a bird in the sky, which leaves no trace behind. Rather than burdening our minds, it awakens in us a sense of beauty and joy and inspires us to soar… into another dimension. Thus, no particular disposition or methodology applies here. It is always the same heartfelt impulse expressed differently.
I would be delighted if these letters, which can be read at random, awaken a thirst in the reader, but I do not wish for them to quench it. The water that can quench our inner thirst is not found in words but beyond them. I hope the reader does not find my words appealing enough to linger on them but that they lead to the threshold of their own wisdom, taking them a step away from their familiar universe.
The recipients of my letters often shared them with others in their circles. Based on the feedback I received, these individuals appreciated the letters as if they had been addressed to them personally. I then realized that, beyond individual identities, I was actually addressing what is impersonal, that is, universal, in each being.
Moreover, each time I reread my writings, I wonder whether they truly originate from ”me”; or from the ”Impersonal Being” within me.
Driven by an unquenchable thirst, I began, at the age of 19 — half a century ago—a relentless quest for the meaning of Existence. Thanks to the profound transformation that has occurred within me, the thirst remains today, but the spring of living water that quenches it now flows unceasingly.