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…

A joyful Eclipse

We are beyond all of our doings, yet in flow action rise, creation takes place. Not doing is part of soul growth into being in now and here, to only sit on breath, however for a heart that wishes to sing, dance, paint and write, nothing is more challenging than practicing not doing while everything…

A letter to a friend

The deeper we move into heart, the truer our relation with the creator of all becomes. And in result our awakening and embodiment unfolds and shapes. The best and sometimes the only ingredient is solitude and aloneness. It works like a polish on soul edges, it takes away personal and attachments to outer reality and…