The Blue Eye Within | Creating Our Own Self-Made Freedom

In the folds of southern Albania, where limestone cliffs unfold into olive groves and the air has a faint trace of salt, there’s a spring so impossibly blue it looks like the earth cracked open just to stare at its own beauty. The Blue Eye—Syri i Kaltër.

The Blue Eye Runs Deep

It isn’t the blue of sky or sea. It’s the truer hue of that deep, electric color you only see in dreams or in the after-image behind your eyelids when the sun comes up too bright. The water bursts from an underground cave, icy cold and clear, spiraling up like the thing itself is pushing itself higher.

They say no one has ever found its bottom. Divers go down as deep as they can until the pressure makes them laugh at the idea, and still, the spring just keeps going quietly bottomless, defiantly upward.

They say if you stand there, your ribs vibrate with it, with the quiet, steady power of the planet just doing its own thing.

The Earth That Refuses to Stay Still

The Blue Eye doesn’t ask the mountain’s permission to move. It doesn’t wait for someone to explain why it should shine. It just erupts. Unfiltered. Unguarded. Entirely itself.

Maybe that’s what self-belief would look like if it took form? A spring that refuses to stay underground.

Yet, it seems there is an innate inner protection mechanism in our wiring that sometimes wants to bury our energy under layers of better nots. We second-guess the timing and the talent, the right to glow, and stall at the edge while the universe keeps moving and boiling water through rock.

Freedom isn’t the absence of resistance. It’s forged in the push through it. Like the Blue Eye, we’re made to surge. We’re made to take the elements of life and turn it into momentum.

The old Zen wanderer Ryokan said it best,

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“Who calls my name from the deep valley? No one — and yet, I hear it echo.”

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That’s the work: Clearing the water. Not by standing still, but by letting what’s underneath just rise.

The Geometry of Joy

If we sit with it long enough, the Blue Eye begins to teach in silence. Bubbles ascend in perfect spirals. Rebellion in geometry. Sunlight fractures on the surface of the water, turns pressure into color.

The whole spring, the water, the earth, everything just seems to flow. Joy, like water, isn’t a reward, it’s a behavior. It’s motion. It’s choosing to show up even when we can’t see the bottom.

We inadvertently spend time waiting for the right current to appear: the right job, the right relationship, the right moment when the universe will all be ours and we’ll finally be able to start living. But no current comes for the one who refuses to wade in. The river only moves for those who move with it.

Release. Let go. Rise. Flow upward. That’s what the Earth is doing right now beneath our feet.

The Physics of Wonder

Stand long enough at the edge of the Blue Eye, and you start to realize it isn’t just water that makes it glow—it’s light having fun. Sunlight drops in from above and bends through the cold layers, refracting and scattering until it turns pressure and darkness into color.

That’s why it shimmers the way it does—it’s physics in full bloom. Every shade of turquoise and sapphire comes from light deciding to stay slightly longer, bouncing between molecules, and finding new angles to exist.

It’s a reminder that brilliance isn’t something added from the outside; it’s what happens when light meets depth. When clarity meets resistance. When what’s beneath the surface starts to move.

We’re the same way. Give yourself depth—real work, real effort, real stillness—and light will find you. Keep our surface too shallow and too busy, and it just skims off, never breaking through.

Maybe the Blue Eye isn’t showing off. Maybe it’s just demonstrating the physics of being honest: when the light finally gets in, it bends, it scatters, it glows—because that’s what truth does when it stops hiding.

Flow Like You Mean It

The Blue Eye doesn’t sparkle because it’s trying to win “Most Photogenic Water Feature.” It sparkles because the planet couldn’t hold its joy underground one more second.

That’s how purpose works—it builds and bubbles until something in us just can’t stay quiet.

We don’t plan it; we erupt. Active Zen Living isn’t about sitting cross-legged waiting for enlightenment to text us back. It’s about moving until the static clears, laughing at our own seriousness, and realizing that flow looks a lot like a good mess in motion.

So go ahead, let the universe catch you mid-splash. We're not here to stay polished—we're here to shine wet.

Cheers!

Kether

Spunky Mind

“To control the mind is to control the world,

yet the trick is not control, but release.”

— Atisha Dipankara