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…

Repost – Infinite Love

Breathing gets slow Almost stopped by tick tuck of clock. We get one with wounds, touching life To learn the art of let go, Eternal replacement of wounds to flow of life. No more words, what could be invented to replace such a huge space that “ I “ has in our vocabulary. The borderline…

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…