From the grey tall buildings, poor & peaceful, to a stupa with free hugs, Shiva, dreadlocks and burning bodies. Through Buddhism, Monkism & anger we learn healing, volunteering by living. Walking in the city calley, on the mountains by the lake, in the swamp & our tower. Eating Dhal-baht, far from the crowd, but closeContinue reading “Here”
The society knocking on my door, While inside my house, something start to blossom. Doesn’t let me open. Want me to herself, to be myself. Bring me back to you, brave pure love. Makes me awake (more then ever), But even more blind (then before) Get totally drawn, You have me on your love strings,Continue reading “Brave fool lover”
To meet the truth, To meet the truth, through yourself. to see her in the far horizon, Where a great red ball meets the sharp long line. To feel it in every cell of our body. When straight line transfer to a smile, When the heart is beating so loud, That it’s all that youContinue reading “Gateway to the truth”
Being free, doesn’t mean to roam around alone; it doesn’t mean you have to divide; it doesn’t mean being away from everything. Being free, means choosing every second to listen to your inner voice. it means not to doubt about a thing; it means to build a nest wherever you are. Being free, is aContinue reading “Talk about freedom”
There is rocks everywhere, like a snake between our warm bodies looking on the map, to imagine our future together. Writing under Surya’s eyes, our past together. To have the wisdom, of old beliefs, old habits, old experiences. and a sense of understanding. for all moments that will come. To heal ourselves, each other, theContinue reading “View point”
When you are able to see the whole coin, you accept whatever is in your now. The ‘bad’ and the ‘good’, just as they are. There is no bad and no good, because they are. Sit in peace by yourself, and let the time pass by. Everything is continuously changing, nothing stays. Everything and nothingContinue reading “The coin”
It is an infinite perfection, clear blue skies, sun in the exact temperature: Not too hot that you don’t want to move, but want to swim. Not too cold that you need to wear a scarf, but you can when you want.
It’s almost full moon and the wind is softly blowing. The speakers are turning up to the highest volume and my mind enjoys the touch of your hands. Is it imagination, the crowd, the heath or is my heart longing to come home?