Soul, mine or yours

~ Soul, mine or yours ~ 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…

Emptiness, home of One

Today, I woke up in agony and joy of Love, pure fire and bliss of presence of the source of all, the beloved within My every cell and plasma existence. As it gets closer to my body transportation to North America, I have been experiencing some old saving behaviour, trying to make plans, create some,safe…

Childhood

something Inspired me a while back to write this article about Childhood!  Never published it till now, seems a good reminder for Now. “In an unwritten book, childhood seems like a promise. A happy song, a place to feel safe, free and joyful. Piping down the empty road, shadows laughed on a ground of earth….

The braves

life is your inheritance A fragile fracture of a sacred movement Between dust and magic. The thorny road, the narrow path, The barefoot sage, Is humming of your soul, Falling in love with not knowing Where Now stands. Remember, when ache breaks your chest And tears blur your vision, The soft scent of love Always…

Pausing in love

Sometimes, we only can serve through emptiness, where silence holds life. Tears in my human eyes speak of a lifetime thirst to drink from the cup of Hieros Gamos! Today between taste of Turkish coffee, tears, magic of candle light and ache for freedom, I offer my breath to the Creator of all, to be…

Loyalty to truth

Today feels like a big confrontation to old fearful emotions, breathing out fear, watching, feeling and let the illusion passes into air. Everyday we are asked to be more loyal to truth and have faith in our choosing, even if appears as paradox, soul knows her own creation and always guide us to be more…

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…