The image that we get from meditation because of the pop-esoteric trend is one that leaves most people believed that it is filled with birds singing, creamy synthesizer and the sound of a calm stream running down the mountain. And yet, when night comes and I sit on the floor and dive into my inner universe, what I find is a reality with at its roots, chaos - and that is, more often than not. This short journey is a window on what really happens in silence. Surrounded by some of my heroes like Jack Kerouac, Allen Ginsberg, Ron Finley, John Francis, Alejandro Jodorowsky and Gwenka, I travel around a poem by the Zen poet, Li Po: «the birds have vanished into the sky, and now the last clouds drain away, we sit together the mountain and I until only, the mountains remains”

Source: 2014