I feel so empty, broken down beyond recognition.
The me I thought I knew evaporated with the winds of time
She took a part of me with her, a part I never will get back.
So many faces I see in the mirror, yet neither knows me as I am,
Neither can touch my broken heart or open the gate of my soul
It hurts to be alone in your own prison
Walls of which I build myself, my protection became my prison.
Which one of you all is me? the crazy…Continue
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I see the sun in the sky,
I see it dance in the horizon.
How I wish I could shine like you,
king of the sky.
I float on the waves of our mother
I feel them wash my soul from filth
How I am thankful to learn from you
Healer of healers under the sky.
I fly with the birds between clouds of silk.
I know that they are me and I am them.
How mesmerized I am, by your endless oceans.
Hello my friend, here we meet again after 25 years.
It was just yesterday that I last saw you,
Back in the year of the pig, hidden deep within the earth.
On the top of the murmur stairs we stand one more time.
To find the mother of all questions, the seat of the soul.
Why do we live? What is our breath? Who is that I am inside the skin?
A lot has changed since the last time we felt alive.
Everything we knew was lost in that December…Continue
I am so happy to see this place back again. I have missed it and all of you soo much.
Very thankful to Tris for bringing it back, my heart and soul are in this place, my little online safe space.
Once upon a time there was a traveler from the lands below.
Lived in a cottage in the mountains all alone.
The only company he had were the animals and the trees.
Though company they were none the less spoke in language only the soul hears.
Songs of days passed they sang just like the ancient bards in the land of Britain.
On a small wooden bench, he would sit under the old oak and think of the old days.
Days when the gods walked the earth and when…Continue
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In the middle of the night, under the moonless sky there was an old graveyard. Some tombs were new and some from Victorian times. It stretched far in the horizon. There were flowers and angels on the tombs. One could see which is taken care of and has a family and which was deserted to be covered by weeds. There weren’t any people at…Continue
What do you do when the knife hits your chest?
When it runs across pale skin and digs deep into your heart
The warfare spend through the years becomes meaningless
The strive vanishes and the importance of life and only life is there.
Would you hate your killer in the end?
The one who took your life? Are they good or bad?
If death is only transition wouldn’t they be a rescuer?
What is the meaning of life if death means…Continue
Once in the undercover of the night
Under a silken blanket of stars
Under the guidance of the full bright moon
The throne of skulls rose above the oceans.
a diamond star shining on top as the light that she is.
Out of the darkness of the sky she was born
Free as the air and strong as the earth beneath
Out of the dusts of Gia she was sculptured
To walk the earth as long as time exists.
The grass caressed her bare…Continue
The Vlachs of Serbia are an ethnic minority of Serbia, culturally and linguistically related to Romanians. Magic is an important part of Vlach life and customs and everything Vlachs believe in has, in a way, magical traits. Vlach magic, by its strength, is next to…Continue
Last week, John Welwood, the prominent…
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Inside my heart there is a flame, shining like the father above
Dancing to the rhythm of mother below, forever burning.
A sun within my heart, the birth of all creation
A seat of the soul and the flower of life.
Such beauty is only surpassed by Venus and Helen of Troy.
The inner sun it is called, a second of three that shine.
One beneath our feet inside the chest of the mother
One in our hearts and one in the eye of the…Continue
I want to tell you the story of a woman known only as the Indian beauty. She was a young yoga teacher in India, she thought ashtanga to children and loved to be around them. She had a small studio at the corner of a square where lots of people would hand around. Many of those people would chase the dogs and kill them, because there were too many and would spread diseases according to the local population. A man with a big knife was called the hero of the city because he could kill a dog…Continue
Who am I? what am I? There are so many voices inside my head.
So many faces, so many versions of who I am supposed to be.
I feel lost in the myriad of me’s dwelling inside my mind.
The countless trains racing through my mind
Each filled with passengers called thoughts and each about something else.
Such is the chaos inside my brain, chaos I don’t even understand.
Often I am well and can speak to you, I can even help you.
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In my field of work, I meet many different types of people, each with their interests and ways of live. Countless different souls on the path of creation. Some meet each other on the way to mastery and help each other grow and then move on, o travel further alone. Some we meet and they automatically attract us, they have this something inside them that pulls us to them without even knowing why. Might be a smile, the way they look at us or the way they carry themselves across the room when…Continue
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There was a time long ago, when electricity was a thing of the past. When children went to school with horse and wagon, or walking. When the streets were covered with dirt and machinery didn’t rule our lives. It was a charming time filled with hard working people, with fear of the supernatural and with homemade meals cooked by the mother who stayed by the hot stove all day while her man was working to put that same food on the table. It was an alien time that most of us can’t image yet it…Continue
What is it that dwells me as the sun goes down
A symphony of noises that never made a sound
Frozen notes of once have beens
Emotions of agony buried deep within
For why is this road less travelled,
Rockier than the stones at sea
And why does this heart restless
Even with the moon at ease.
No birds in flight above the waters
No worms crawling underneath the sand
Just endless ramble of the…Continue