Entering my heart- repost

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…

Pilgrimage of Heart – -Unity Gateway 2021

Unity Gateaway 2021 First Part I promised a personal post around my Birthday, but due to fast movement of body it needed to wait and now seems also a proper time to write about the current of Frequencies and the gift of New Realities in 2021. December usually is  a passage that we collectively cross…

Happy Birthday Serena!

Today is my Earth /Birth day, on a age calendar, I am 55 years old now! I will publish a long post on my whereabout, experience of Now in Cyprus and currently in Nicosia. My heart is in such a love affair, path, pilgrimage to The beloved that every moment is full of happening in…

Pilgrimage of Heart

The mute self trembles in the chain of events,going through dark tunnels and cavesto find faith again. The pure origin behind all happenings;where the mother earth holds all returning.Witnessing; like a silent treestill and grounded; observes dance of leaves.Fragments of passing seasons; falling soundlessbelow my breasts, bring all buried sorrowsto the surface.Beneath pain and despair;hundred…

Divine Dream- Pilgrimage of heart

Cosmos is a Dream of Divine, I read these words few minutes ago while my eyes were gazing out of the window, into blue sea, Brighton beach. How many times I sat on those shore, had a hotel room facing water, questioning the unknowable, surfing on waves of change, looking deeper into my own nature.…

Pilgrimage of Heart… Homecoming

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,…

My heart, my home

over the years, poems, letters were written in objective sense, duality through human eyes, today, heart is the true home, inner world is the only reality. yet, poems have their own destiny to flow in timeless beauty of past, present and future moments. Here is one living in her momentum. Last night I was with…