life is your inheritance A fragile fracture of a sacred movement Between dust and magic. The thorny road, the narrow path, The barefoot sage, Is humming of your soul, Falling in love with not knowing Where Now stands. Remember, when ache breaks your chest And tears blur your vision, The soft scent of love Always…
In a few days, I leave Istanbul and Turkey. My 10 months stay in this amazing country, exploring and connecting to its Original heritage, walking on stony streets and pathways, lightwork and gate activation beside bosphorus, afternoon walk sometimes uphill and sometime downhill, listen to a language that I only recognize and understand few words,…
I just needed to close my eyesand hear the heaven songs.Night is over; you and Ilaughing into the sunswimming in the white streamsof happiness;as mesmerizing breezeof the Caspian sea,we merge in Light.My heart trembles with her soft liliesbefore the breaking dawn; love overflowsfrom my heart to heart of all.And I die and perish; stretch my…
Polarity is a game, some praise you and some blame,be wicked and go your waythe dwelling never ends, drop the parachutechoose love and swiftly fade away. XIX Walk alone into fields of poppies and lavenders, roses and mintsHeart weaves beauty unknowingly beneath your admiration of the master makerall tales of bounty, wealth and power fades…
After years of seeking truth,writing human stories, sharing detailed process of transformation and transition. My heart has coming to her natural state of silence, observing all and somehow with more maturity witness and reflects what has been theme of the last 13 years cycle of heart pilgrimage and this year for many beings of light…
From the next poetry book, 144 Quatrains Come dream with me, throw the safeguard net into the sea Happiness is alive fish, catch it with your two hands before it flee The world is a wheel, up and down, rough and soft, cycles of nature You can stop, release the grasp, in truth all you…
Last night I opened my heart Found the beloved's thousands threads of gold Swinging like a willow tree Over the shadow of my dreams, where a lady clown was shaking an old clock with one hand, clapping with the other, screaming at a mirror... Saying: I am pure, I pick up codes, I am the…
