-I mean, it feels good to daydream,
and have that in a quiet room,
with the rain falling over next to you,
feeling the droplets on your warm skin ..

- There's something about water
that really makes us feel more alive
at its touch.. and the sound and smell
of rain bring us deeper into that
perfect state of daydreaming..

-Because it reminds us of a forgotten ancient time.
When we were single-celled organisms,
swimming in the water,
living and breathing it.
Although, humans don't have a direct memory of it,
the collective consciousness have a distinct, indirect
memory of that experience.
More like muscle memory, I suppose..
This especially is what is providing us with quite a good, peaceful feeling of being in close touch with Nature and Water.
It reminds us of home..

-That's beautiful.

There is a kind of thinking which keeps life separate from itself,
a decaying thinking, that enslaves you

                You know exactly what I mean.

That ordinary innocuous little trance that your thoughts spin around the current circumstance, like a ritual for dead life that keeps you
circling
around
and around
yourself in
endless disconnection.

That is not what you want. Is it?
Drop it! Turn away from it!
Don't believe its empty resolution.

Come here, yes.. through the hidden doorway just behind all of this nonsense thinking

Enter into the feeling, descend along your sensation, penetrate your tension, your discomfort, open YOUR body to itself!

Feel, taste, smell, see, touch, hear the strands and whispers and the texture of life's intelligence.

Taste your life now!

You will drink from her source, bathe in her and comb your hair with her fingers of darkness and thought will come again from this invisible love making and shape a dance, a poem... a shout full of her vibrate silence..

And words will arise, dripping her light and you will cup them in your hands and give it to your thirsting friends... all around....

I burn, I scream
The sky gets darker
I cry, I release
The clouds move
I laugh and I shout
The sky is clear
I love and I feel
The stars appear
I look and I frown
The moon is watching
I take a step and she gives me a hand
She tells me a story
That finally I will be free
Free of illusions
Free of prejudice
Free of wrong perceptions
Free of myself
I burn and I scream
And I don't believe her
The moon has no eyes
No soul
And yet she touched me and burned my heart

Inevitable pain as a spice of everyday life

Slow cooked thoughts
Take away the life
Take away the spark
The flow of heaven inside

The blamers, the thoughts
The paranoia that seeps under your tongue

The hole, the hole drilled in your heart,
The massive black hole who waits to ****

The.life.out.of.you

Then emptiness awaits you just behind the corner

Invitation for an open conversation
Confrontation
Collaboration
Between mind
Between heart

Between reality
Between hallucination

I'm slipping away into annihilation

".... forming the molecules which are "supported" by the thoughts, and of course with the help of neurons, new neurons who are grabbing space like a tiger who grabs the predator the space in the mind,and the mind presents each energy you have acquired in your life, like a burst of happiness, taking and giving you stars, nebula's and galaxies and instead of a black hole, it shows you a heavenly garden with the most precious flowers..."

-he said to her while they were having morning coffee on the balcony.

"I love you" - she replied with a joyful heart, while she was looking at his lost in thought, but full of life eyes.

Thoughts are moving like a hurricane approaching the land
The full moon on the blue sky calls me to wish me away
The shallow of the sea invites me on a pleasant trip
The calling of the wind moves me in my dreams
But my hands
But my legs
But my heart
Doesn't want
My hands are tied with the heaviest chain, made in instance from the strongest fire
My legs are standing paralyzed, not even slightly moving from the point
And my heart... My heart?
I .... think I don't have a heart anymore.

"Wonderful as you are,
Your branches are blooming,
glowing with fresh flowers,
growing with fresh leaves.

Enormous as you are,
Standing still and strong.
Observing whole world.
Knowing whole history,
Preparing for future.

While you are collecting the wisdom, please Tree, tell us your ancient story" - with beggars voice, the birds said.

In this morning, YOU could only hear the melodic song of the birds and don't understand anything.

Cold morning,
She curled up like fetus,
Like a newborn soul without
any single thought.
She couldn't move, nor speak
only show signs of life.
Through breathing she wanted
to explain her world.
So familiar,
in the same time unknown.

"Could it be different?" - she thought to herself.
As the time passed, signs of life were weaker.
And, in fact, it was different.

Here I am.
Living inside you.
Hearing every thought
and turning it into decaying garbage.

I already have a nest here,
My own sweet family
spread on every cell.

Does it sound scary?
A little bit dark?

Well, I am merely a product of you.
Everything that contains inside you, that am I.

Consequently, you've got no one to blame for.
Does it sound scary?
Well, DEAL WITH IT!

It starts from the sharp part,
then it slowly moves to your skin,
it breaks the first wall
and then the red alarm appears.

As the chaos starts to grow,
it goes even deeper,
it crashes your muscles into small little parts
and then it makes circles around
just for the sake of the fun.

It never really wants to go out,
because that means
the party's over.

Memories go
Memories come back to me
I say: "Hello memories!"
"Don't you have some other things to do?"
And they reply to me:
"No, Tina, we are really bored and all we want
to do is to disturb you."

One of those nights,
your breath goes away,
your thoughts lost in the breath,
only the past is waving you
with a warm wind
only you can feel it,
only you can let that wind pass through you.

and once again, you see the bright
yellow moon hanging
on the tenderness of the blue sky.
It's a vicious circle of life,
Will you endure it?

When the last tone disappears
that time you will realise that
all of your pain was an illusion
illusion scattered on all of your senses
illusion so realistic, like a picture
painted by the Renaissance man

When the last tone disappears
a glowing light from your soul
will emerge
You'll be reborn again and again
through the same life,
through the same body
but clothed with different perspective.

Time stopped as you were flickering,
lost with your mind, laying down in bed..
I've watched every detail on your face,
and I am able to describe it all over again...
I imagined your eyes as pearls in the ocean
pearls who wants to be fishes..
I imagined your eyes having the enormous wings
being able to fly far in the sky..
I imagined, but you didn't
I couldn't feel you close,
I couldn't touch you even if you were beside me.
I couldn't and I didn't want.

Come inside the boat of imagination
Don't put yourself on procrastination
Swim inside the matter of revelation
Don't put on the coat of jailed-nation

Fly away with the wings of faith
But don't be so late,
Walk amongst the blooming trail
But don't forget to write your tale

Please, don't paint your eyes with alive colours,
Please, the Voice says,
Don't put on the sparkle,
Don't make it precious,
Someone will see it,
Someone will grab it,
Someone will use it..
And then again, you'll be left with empty pockets...

One night.. the Voice was staring into the wide night sky and with a curious tone said to me:
" But, what's the point in keeping it all for yourself?"