In the quiet of the night,  
We find a truth profound: there are no borders in our souls.
No lines to mark where you end and where I begin,
In the vast expanse within, we are kin.

Our hearts beat in unison, a universal song,
In the dance of life, we all belong.
No walls can hold the spirit, no chains can bind the heart,
In the realm of the soul, we are never apart.

We are threads in a tapestry, woven with care,
Each one unique, yet all are there.
In the fabric of existence, every soul plays a part,
Connected by love, the language of the heart.

So let us embrace this truth, let it make us whole,
For in the end, we are one, there are no borders in our soul.

When you look deeply into yourself you may be able to see that there is, in this moment, a quality of aliveness that is animating you that is not philosophical and is not abstract. It's independent of what you think about it, what you believe about it and what you feel about it. It's always there! it is animating your breath, It is coursing the spirit, it is what makes it possible for you to think and speak and see and hear.
                                
                               This is the Invisible Touch.

I'll cry for all the world,
for all the things gone wrong.
I will cry for every techered bird who has lost her joyful song.
I will cry for ever flower who has lost his colour.
I will cry for every animal that disappeared.
I will cry for every infected lake and sea.
TOMORROW
i'll cry for every heart that is broken in two.
BUT
TODAY I WILL CRY FOR US.

Where have you been?
I returned to the river,
I returned to the mountains.
I asked for their hand in marriage again,
I begged to wed every object and creature,
and when they accepted, then I knew my soul
—every soul—then i knew,
the souls are drawn from the oceans of silence.

In shadows deep, where anger grows,
A world in turmoil, sorrow shows,
Hatred’s fire, a burning blaze,
Consumes the light, obscures the days.

Yet in the darkest, coldest night,
A spark of hope, a flicker bright,
Peace begins its gentle rise,
A beacon in the troubled skies.

Where hatred sows its bitter seeds,
Compassion blooms in quiet deeds,
A hand extended, hearts that mend,
In unity, our souls transcend.

Through storms of rage, through cries of pain,
We seek the sun, we seek the rain,
To wash away the scars of strife,
To nurture love, to cherish life.

For every act of kindness shown,
A bridge is built, a seed is sown,
In every heart, a chance to see,
The path to peace, our destiny.

So let us rise, and let us stand,
With open hearts, with open hands,
To turn the tide, to heal the land,
In peace, together, we will band.

i ask the lips, why are you crying?
'I lost my colour, i lost my flame,  
i lost my longing'.
The eye says:
'I lost the inward tenderness,
fade the light around me'
and the ear,
'i don't hear harmonies
but lamentations and screams'.
And the heart whispers:
'Finally the breeze
will continiue to lightly caresses
the night sky
and the clouds will disolve.
Pain itself
will crack the rock
and let the soul emerge'.

A free bird I want to be
Despite the fears of freedom
Despite the unfamiliarity of the destination
Free as a bird I want to be
as the breath of stars.
In every heartbeat, a story lies,
In every soul, a universe of skies.
Yet in the echoes, we remain,
A whisper in the wind,
In the vast expanse within, we are kin.
No lines to mark where you end and where I begin
We find a truth profound: there are no borders in our souls.

A free bird I want to be
Our hearts beat in unison, a universal song,
In the dance of life, we all belong.
No walls can hold the spirit, no chains can bind the heart,
In the realm of the soul, we are never apart.
We are threads in a tapestry, woven with care,
Each one unique, yet all are there.
In the fabric of existence, every soul plays a part,
Connected by love, the language of the heart.
For in the end, we are one, there are no borders in our soul,
In the dance of the cosmos, in the flow of time,
We find our place, in the rhythm and rhyme.
A unity of hearts, a collective dream
A free bird I want to be
On wings of dreams, I’ll soar so high,
Beyond the clouds, across the sky,
Unbound by chains of earth or sea,
A free bird, yes, that’s what I’ll be.
In skies of blue, my heart will sing,
Of freedom’s joy, the gift it brings,
No cage, no walls, just liberty,
A free bird, that’s my decree.
In forests deep or deserts wide,
Above the world, where secrets hide,
With boundless joy, so wild and free,
A free bird, that’s my destiny.
With wings spread wide, I long to fly,
Touch the stars, caress the sky,
Unbound, unhindered, wild and free,
A free bird, I yearn to be.

''Come to the edge''.
''We can't. We're afraid''.

''Come to the edge''.
''We can't. We will fall''.

''Come to the edge''.
And they came.
And he pushed them.
And they flew.

The Light Stays Bright
When it doesn't Avoid the Shadow.

Love, a little church that standing all alone,
waits with open doors,
but nobody goes there to pray,
the prayers will go unsaid,
now, where to go? which way?
love, be my beacon,
teach me to look at an empty sky
without fear.

When day comes we ask ourselves where can we find light in this never ending shade? The loss we carry, a ocean we must wade. We braved the belly of the beast. I have seen you in millions of places. I met you in a million forms. We met among the ruins, the ashes and the bones, we lost them all, but we found each other, I saw your lion heart, and it pulled me. I saw the creation and the destruction in your eyes. I see you here in the mud, on the rock, in the rays of the rising sun. We are Dead and alive, we saw a thousand Christs go by As they went up to Calvary but The dove it found no resting place. You were where our solar system was formed, you whispered something to me for eternal love and then you fell from my hands and everything became fire. All the myths always showed you.

We are man and woman, plant and stone, amorphous and form, swallow and eagle, snake and gazelle, fantastic creatures of the depths. They crucified us, beat us, tied us to poles and burned us, wrapped us in gold and silver jewelry, then exalted someone in the world and then we were ridiculed. We stood together in front of the executive detachment, our bodies pressed against each other for the last time, flesh by flesh, as we became utensils for the spirit.
But don’t forget You are my brother, my sister, my child. I took care of you from infancy and you took care of me. We were lovers and friends, we recognized each other with countless disguises, here on one side and there on the other. And in the end, there were no sides at all, only this magnificent loop, this One Circle — majestic, magnificent, royal, timeless, utterly mysterious and towering above all things. Print me in your heart, love is as strong as death “. Does not matter. You are inside me and I am inside you and we will compose again a humanity committed to all cultures, colors, characters, and conditions of man.

Where is the magic?
We all start out knowing magic.
We are born with hurricanes
and whirlwinds, oceans
and galaxies inside us.
We are able to sing to birds
and read the clouds
and see the destiny
in grains of sand.
But we have forgotten the magic
and we feel without compass,
alone and desperately,
only selfishness, only pain,
fear and darkness.
But, magic of love has never
disappeared from the life,
the love hold the life.

Treasures come in so many ways:
The sun that lights the cloudy days,
a rose that blooms within an hour.
a baby that staring with a wandering gaze,
a dolphin’s dance on ocean waves,
a sky full of snowflakes of rarest form,
a beautiful white and peaceful dove.
We’re all part of that magical dust
which fills our soul with light.

i know that i shall meet my shadow, one day, is our fate.
I know that, someday, the light ends for us and the deadly gravity will absorb us. But then, without space and time, without life and death, the infinite pieces will be reunited, a deeper union through the tranquility of silence will be born. And again, a magician spark will shine and a ocean of souls will flood the universe and will give birth to stars and grief. And maybe, just maybe, in another heaven, my dreams will be your dreams.
You see, everything repeats itself and everything will be reincarnated in different forms. An incredible miracle, carefree, and we live in it. Please, stand still and breath the generosity of the miracle. The miracle is folded into your heart.

Last night, in my dream,
while i wandering in the wild lands
and crossing silent shadows,
i met a word and ask:
''What's your name?
''My name is love
and i'm alone in life,
i need you,
otherwise will be lost the dream''.
I answered: ''We need you too,
but we are in pain and scared
and don't admit it.
Please,  lend me your glowing eyes''.
''No, no need, you're in the embrace of light,
but  you've forgotten it''.

Fallen angel! Why are you scared?
Why you dwelt alone in shadow?  
Why you tighten your fists?
why threaten the whole life?
i know, afraid to .love,
let tenderness pour from your eyes
to irrigate the earth and the light of love, silently,
will lift you on the heaven again.

From love, fire becomes light,
from love, sorrow becomes joy,
from love, fury becomes mercy,
from love , thorns become flowers,
from love, sickness becomes health,
from love, dead becomes alive.
Love, just the sun
shines on to our world,
without any exception.

To dream with the black man in one eye
and the white in the other,
a blame for all, we are human beings
and ought to be here  for each other, as revercently, as lovingly,
by teaching  the language of tolerance, of justice,
as we would before the entrance to immortality.
Be boundless, feel the earth recieve you as you are,
be conscious and the infinite expanse of heaven
will grow even wider.
I know that underneath the mess of our differences
everything is common. Just think about it.

What comes, will go. What is found, will be lost.
But what you are is beyond coming and going and
beyond description. You are this:
                                The timeless-time

''I want to open up the heart of humanity,
i want to know what's inside her''
''Look your own heart.
you're a collection from angels and demons,
fairies and monsters,
a eternal battle is taking place within you''.
By day and night, the shadow is chasing us,
and the edge of the cliff is our home,
accept your shadow, in the dark the eye begins to see.

Beggars,  
our place is placeless,
traces of the traceless,
beggars, made of immortal light,
we search the lyric grace of silent music,
the hidden harmony of stars,
we come on life to signal the end of darkness,
love, this great pull in us to connect

Dawn meet the light,  
and the twillight the moon
all are mirages
on labyrinth of mind,
ever since time waking.
Do you think that our existence
makes any difference
to this vast universe?
Did we just happen
or were we meant to happen?
In the universal scheme of things,
we stand nowhere.
We may manage to survive in it,
but we have no control upon it,
except in the little space and time
that we create for ourselves.
We are little possibilities
in the endless probabilities of the universe.

And at the end, what?
what happens to the living when they die?
what happens to the tears when the eyes close?
Where do the stars go when we don't dream?
where the pain of memory goes?
What happens on the myriad greens of foliage
in sun and shadow?
On the deepness of the glade,
a gentle breeze wraps us with the quiet of power
by unifying our silences.

We fall, we fall so fast,
so fast to shadow,
and the skies of love diminishing,
our humanity is not here,
there is no humanity here,
in this vicinity of universe,
the stars are going out.
But you are more than you can see,
a immeassurable soul,
like love to welcome her.

Darkness at the shut of day,  
broken hearts and silent tears around me
the words are sad,    
the clocks stopped,
but the light from a dead star  will live in infinity,
its rays will continue  to cross the vast starry heavens  
and they will illuminate worlds of miracles.

Maybe, in other kingdoms
to have the infallible sense
of what our lives are meant to be.
Maybe, the trees may touch us
and the flowers have time for us.
Maybe, we may gleam
a sunny morning on the leaves,
maybe, we may rest
on the immaterial chords of love.
In other kingdoms....

After time,
people will say,
in those years,  
we lost the meaning of we,
we lost the sense of universality
found ourselves prisoners into ego,
in a long soliloquy
and the infinite life reduced to i,  
war inside us,
we fight inside us,
the birds of prey scream
and their beaks hurt us
but through the fog, the stars,
the makers of wandering dream
with their accumulated wisdom
they're sending us a mutiny message
go on and on the tragic crossing
the owl flies at night.

Τhat sad hour when walked down the shadow,
i noticed a starlight mark and i followed it,
far away, to where another world begins,
between everywhere and nowhere,
there i met the circle of infinity,  
where bird and man were one and the same.

i  saw a little leaf to whirling in the wind,
didn't want to fall from the tree
but the leaf keeps falling over,
i prop it up, it falls again .
At the end, the heartbroken leaf
leaves a tear when it falls
and say goodbye to the tree,
Then, the little leaf, reincarnated into the earth
and started its cycle all over again.
Little leaf, the storyteller of our life.

Our life a dazzling dream and the death a new arrival,
there is no end and never was a begginning.
Thousand centuries will gone and will leave faint signs
in the breaths of time, thousand suns will light up
and will burst and unexpected visitors
will come and will gone,
but something innate in us knows,
we were, we are, and will be forever,
a timeless gentle touch in eternity's face.

We know so little,
so little, almost nothing
and this is only truth,
when and from where?
from the fissure of infinity
and the unreel of time,
lonely splinters
we wander on dreamy travels,
and the truth a flowing shadow
and it call us,
but the call still is not heard,
nor does the caller reveal his face,
and people voicelessly love and die,
because the truth dosen't speak,
but dance in the harmony of unity.

Is a cloudy day,
coldly winds blow,
the people hold their breath,
looking from distance their fate,
the fear of the shade cover the earth,
and suddenly from the depths of unborn worlds
a secret language says, the unity is our guide

In the heart of time you will find the birds of imagination,
they are emissaries of sacredness,
create something that still does not exist,
unmasking the invinitely inventive life.
The birds of imagination, no doubt or  hesitation, no gravity, no names or religions, no nations,
only journey, journey creative,
one-way flights to unspoken desires.

Come to me wearing all your scars,
come to me bring the divine tears of despair
and the darkness of your fall,
you see i want it all from you,
don't worry, the softness of our lips
will change the fate.

Beyond the heaven there is the country of heart,
here dwell the deepest secret nobody knows,
here the bud see the bud, the mind
can't hide its darkness and the shadow
of the soul is illuminated,
and this is the miracle that's keeping
the stars in harmony orbit.

In our brief life,
so many roads,
so many miracles
and blessings and glories,
but also so many curses and denials,
grief and contempt,
continuous waves on the planetary seas
that come and go,
and they crawl us into the vast heavens,
in that quiet rhythm universe
listen to your heart beat.

Our souls are tied across universes,
there is unbroken continuity,
you see the love is more powerful than death,
so let the winds of the heavens to dance with you
and give your smile at the other's welcome.

Every life dwell in the ***** of the love,
echoing the bliss of eternity,
ringing as a heavenly gong the holy song,
the song of love wherewith  even hell
had thrilled and the grief ignites,
and the eager souls lean to hear with awe.