Entering my heart

It began with self inquiry Entering the heart's castle. At the gate was a tree with many sparrows, in dance with colourful leaves, Changing winds and forever sunshine. I entered fearfully of what I might discover. There were many doors, rooms and endless corridors. I crossed the battlefields of my heart, bled and shed, it…

Whirling Dervish

Over the years, my heart arrived to a crossroad of happening, birthing this diary, a mystic diary as I have lived, walked, whirled on earth. Everytime I began writing few pages and then asked myself; who is writing? These days, no answer comes. Seems the small self is gone and the true one has no…