The pilgrimage

My tears fall on the burnt jasmine of my dreams, allowing begins inside the hollow of fear and terror, the dark landscapes of doubts. I surrender to current and move closer to the only place I belong; the pilgrimage. The edge of terror forces me to kneel down on the hard ground of now, with…

Perfect present

The source/God has made us who we are, How could we be less than perfect? How could any love be less than his will? How could we ask for something different than what it is base on our conditional mind. Everyday is perfect, Everyone is ” I Am”. The path is within, the knowing is…

A witness

Ordinary moments that fill my heart with delight. I love soaking in silence and the hidden valleys covered in dew and fresh scent of a new day. I love to sit on the red armchair, sip on my coffee and gaze into solitude of my heart. Alone and connected with all. I love the sound…