Diary of a MYSTIC

Understanding is freedom

Warrior woman

Standing by the sea, Facing the change, Strong wind Touching her skin. Naked, With arms outstretched Listening to the waves. Allowing The wind to coil Around her flesh, Centering in Roots of trust. Uncertainty will pass, The countless transformations Will... Continue Reading →



My body is made from lucid dreams, And sensual foams. Harp player's hands whispered me into living, on face of Earth. I only knew how to worship the melody of his fingers, his delightful touch. I forgot the song, memories... Continue Reading →

The dream

At first, it was small and tiny, His gift in my chest. I did everything to stop it grows, I through myself into storms, dangerous vogues. I fell from apple tree, I hanged my dreams from big ban. Nothing worked.... Continue Reading →

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