Pilgrimage of love, return to origin joy

After years of seeking truth,writing human stories, sharing detailed process of transformation and transition. My heart has coming to her natural state of silence, observing all and somehow with more maturity witness and reflects what has been theme of the last 13 years cycle of heart pilgrimage and this year for many beings of light…

Witness the Joy of God

Our stories Short or long, Have expiry date. After that, we must recycle the products, give back the wastes, keep the essence. basically face the wave, surf the change. Some people, Look out of the window, convincing themselves, this is our share of sky! While vastness invites them to explore the unlimited joy of flow.…

moments of observation

Could we open an intimate conversation Without fear or resistance To reflect, to unfold, to accept and let go To let our life become a vast, boundless and abundant place to meet truth, love and peace, moment to moment. Could we look into each other’s soul and before calling another “You” before blame and guilt…

Life, my soulmate

Life is here. Do not go out to find it. Do not over think it. Just feeling it right this moment. It unveils vulnerability of your human skin, like a gentle breeze of spring night over the moonlight. Sorrow and pain of growing out of condition is a freedom entering your heart. Feel everything. You…

Surrendering

Real surrendering is a full heart offering of what feels like a valuable, belonging, even fear and suffering can be masked by mind to hold on illusion Perhaps safety, comfort, relations, role we play, what we desire, even freedom This is the stage persona needs to dissolve in Truth. All layers of self need to…

Collective Ascension & Death

We grow up believing our death comes when body dies. Across the world, different religions, traditions, spiritual systems each have their ceremonial burial process. We trust this knowing and except texts written on return of Christ, they are no other evidence that any human returns to land of living after death. I wonder if this…

I died and life began.

My poems are written in spontenous moments of joy, agony, awareness, expansion. I do not edit or change them after birth. They carry the pure intention of loving all there is, in present. This is one of them, after a huge transformation, just returned to uk with no money and place to stay from San…