Rest in centre

Between all of the mess and glory which we call it life. Where, we laugh, cry, pray, enjoy, afraid, make love, run, teach, unlearn, get confused, hurt, smile and finally when we had enough, get quiet. Between all the masks we wear all through life, man, woman, lover, spiritual, poet, artist, teacher, master, begger, guru,…

I come to you

I come to you, I come to you. Mountain trembles, From sound of my steps, Running after smell of your gardenias. My earth body Shall fall apart, When rivers meet In crossroad of hearts, Where destiny unfolds. I wear white and never repeat one step, twice, The first will be the last. Colourless, odorless, Is…