I am awake always

The songs of waves Unwrap my soul, leave me with ache of loving all. The hunting beauty of unknown Brings me closer to ecstasy and joy unwritten poems in throat of time. Ah, beloved Let me rest in gaze of stars, intimate with floating clouds,  racing birds, bid me farewell passing through dream of life.…

Soul Of One

My soul wants to experience the adventure of being human, feel everything and be able to write poetry from depth of heart. Paint with brush of my heart and dance naked on ocean waves.My soul wants to experience others, have no judgment and opinion on how another pair of eyes should look like or observe…

Akashic Art Mandala

​~ Akashic Art Making - Mandala Akasha Art and Mandala making/reading is a unique offering, merged through years of spiritual practice and connection with creative frequencies of Gaia and Spirit. It offers a centre to access the blue print of your soul and connect with its hidden messages and symbols. For a long time I…

Moving between paradigms

Another powerful new moon! It is 5 am in Cyprus and I woke up around 3.45 knowing the energy shift will not going to let me go back to sleep. We all moving fast between paradigms and the last few weeks/month has been a fast track of release and move into Divine perception (Love) than…

Who am I?

Today, we sit on Varanda together with a coffee and timeless morning. I want to listen, to soft waves of your breath touching my existence. I want to let go and be in this moment, free of everything  that connects me to earth of my feelings. Today, I am no human, no giver or receiver.…

Moments of aloneness

We only can be happy if we are authentic and truthful to who we are. Over the last 5- 6 years since I am writing in this blog, I shared many pages of my life through words, sometimes in poetry, or an essay. Sometimes an ART work, from this day on, I begin a new…

Travel

I travel with my heart, over all bumps and curves of learning and growth, I feel the warm breeze of a new life touching my skin softly. I have travelled deserts, forests and high mountains, those silent cry of farewells, let go of what I loved so close. Now, my suitcase is packed light for…