Clouds

Whales ride the tides of the speechless ocean
Bees fly the wind of the restless sunshine

Shadows are the sign posts of the skies
Reminding us of the clouds that separate
Our minds from our innocent hearts

The Sleeping Volcano

Open the doors, break the windows
Let the fresh air breeze into you

Life will be a sleeping volcano forever
If its bricks are routines and rituals

Everyday you walk the same way home
Everyday the same traffic lights
The same street names, same shops

It might take longer a bit, a bit harder
Strange will be the new paths, different
A simple way to shake off the dried mud

Open a new door everyday
Try something different
Something that smells sweet
Something that will wake it up
The sleeping volcano I mean

Darkness of Wakefulness

The darkness of wakefulness is sleeping
The light in that darkness is dreaming

Dream dream dream, dream
Wonders come about in dreamland
Mysteries unfold in the land of the fairies

What if the colours were redefined?
What if their vividness repainted you?

Dream dream dream, dream
Don’t let the nights pass by in sleep

What Do You Want to Write?

My heart, what do you want me to write?

Of the sound of pen on the paper
Of the smell of wind under the rain
Of the taste of tomato in the soup
Of the beauty of an open heart

Write of the peace within you
Write of the silence in your ears
Write of the song of the golden flute
Write of the whirling leaves of the lotus
Write of your numb leg in meditation
Write of your transforming light
Write that you are half angle and half human

Now, what do you want to write?

Does duality hunt you?

A big predator is duality
Blinds the eyes of reality

Judgment is its killing sword
Bloody it makes our world

Good and evil its tradition
Either way goes to perdition

Human mind created the wrong picture
Love and truth are its true nature

A useful tool is true duality
The love and truth of our unity

Beauty

Beauty is the tear that runs down from a face that speaks its word
Beauty is the rush of coldness in a body that feels its meaning
Beauty is the shallow beating of a heart that calls its name

Beauty is the beautiful experience of experiencing beauty

Reflection of Life

Did you know the sky is not blue?
Did you know eyes are illusions?

Your wings are useless in the wind
If you seek blueness in its trend

Selflessness, sameness, oneness
Is the true reflection of its essence

Reflection of life is the sky
It is calling you to fly high

Sunless Sunshine

It seems about right
To write another part

New chapters have begun
Shines still the bright sun

Take your lover for a dance
You may never get the chance

See the white sunless sunshine
What's in her heart is divine

Dreams

Place of white penguins is Dreamland
Holy is the path to snowing rainbows

Hope drizzles but dream remains wet
Which pair of shoes will you wear?
Boots are for snow, sandals for sun
What if it snowed under the warm sun?
What if you could ski on the hot flames?
What if coldness and heat were solitary?

What cloths will you wear
To enjoy the miracle of life?

Dreamland

Hello my dear friend from far away
I write for you in search of a dream

Where bees fly free, ants have a home
Flies are loved and rats are cherished

Children run and laugh with the fairies
Cows and sheep chew on fresh grass

Where there are staircases in the sky
For those who wish to open the doors

Truth grows from the trees and love is
The fruit of the wonderful apple tree

Altruism

Were running down the yellow tears
From the dirty faces of innocent ones
How fair is the fairness of goodness?
How good is the goodness of fairness?

Salty streams of slavery create impressions
On the ripped clothes of hard unpaid work
Yet the news of this untailored black suit
Only impress the sensations of altruism

They would have worked for money
If it was really about the money

All I Need is Beauty

All I need is beauty, raining from my tree
All I need is serenity from the spotless sky
Home, sweet home, wait for me, I’m coming

Too much hassle, so much work and stress
All I need is peace, a piece of freedom cake
All I need is love, unconditional, crystallized

So many needs… One bigger than the other
They shall never stop. Hunting me forever

360 Degrees

I walk pass an old wall in dangerous peace
Sitting in that creamy room in deep silence
Sparrows fly and the grass smell familiar

Three hundred and thirty degrees I turn
To find out I come from the same place
I left three hundred and thirty degrees ago

Inside or Outside?

Heart is like a turtle in its shell
Hiding inside scared of moving
Fear keeps it in, it is safe there

Life’s music not its song
Sweet words not its rhythm

Slowly comes out in silence
Solitude is its most favourite

Gently touches the surface

What is it going to be?
Inside or outside the shell?

Beauty travels in the sky
To catch it you must fly

Astral World

Astral world is the first destination
Selflessness its true temptation

Colours speak and sounds walk
The swans, birds and trees talk

Once there, you are the traveller
Seeking truth like a true wanderer

There you shall meet your ego
Its consciousness all around you

It will trick you, real unreal again
Life’s story will start to reveal again

Lost Boat

How would you tell a story of a lost boat?
How would you?

These emotions crying on my blue trees
This flute playing melody in my ears
My heart beating like a green boat
On the verge of a sleeping waterfall
Pedalling hard in search of dry land

I’ve become a trader in my waking dream
Hyper-reality for reality, pleasure for joy
Where abouts did I loose my green boat?
My boat sailing without a sailor on the
Surface of the orange horizon of sunset
Where I lost my boat in exchange of the
Blue trees of desire and conditional love

Paradox of Mirror

On the spotless window, a white golden angel appeared. Her being fragmenting with the splashes of life’s metallic water, she transformed into the paradox of the prison’s mirror.

Truth is a Pantomime

Where to go from
This shallow running sand

What to do with
This amazing sinking soul

What awaits my wonderful,
Bright moon of dreams?

Holy land is a myth, I know
Truth is a pantomime
Buried under the silked road
Of un-faced devotion

Which Heart?

This heart, confuses me
It needs a new name

Not sure if the physical
Or the gateway of love

Both in the same place
But one only beats
The other rhythms

One can take labels
The other only gives

One is red and bloody
The other green yet blue

One will stop sooner or later
The other will travel till eternity

No name it can take
No labels
No hierarchy

How far to travel in search of truth?
With a suitcase and shaving cream

Silence is seaweed in the ocean
Solitude is seaweed in its motion

Love is silence felt in that solitude

Seedless Desire

Helpless child stirring through the current
Trying to fit in grown up’s tomato soup

Losing himself slowly; selflessly changing
Freedom substituted by prejudice
Hope instead of dream
Anger for joy
Sadness for happiness

Fits so well the child today;
Admired by the whole society

Trying to break the cage now
Wanting to open his wings
Wanting to sing with the birds
Wanting to smell the roses
Wanting, wanting, wanting

Seedless desire is wanting;
Another ingredient of the soup

Hold On

Hold on trunk of the oak tree
Dreamland is not far, swim

Birds sing and lions play drums
Monkeys dance yet leaves fall

Your roots grow deeper my dear
For every cent you give away

Waste it for good and the poor
Comes back into your well
Like a never ending rain
Pouring from the sunrise
Into the beauty of the never sleeping
Heart that your roots grow from

The Moment

“Hallucinations”, the tagline of the ignorant nations
The truth of tasteful company of humble pumpkins

Visions are in the head,
Universes in the body
All in One place;
Within; without:
The moment

Honour

Look from the eye of the four seasons
Stretch through time with the beauty
Of the spikeless red rose under the rain

The music plays like needles on the skin
Honour is the package of powerless pride
Of the spikeful yellow rose in sea of pain

Dry Tea Leaf

On the river of love a dry tea leaf floats
Dreaming, singing and dancing to the wind

Its being fracturing by the water of joy
It loses itself to the river of ecstasy;

Nirvana; Fana; Samadhi; Enlightenment

Fable

Jokes my mind speaks
Madness my tongue articulates
Fable my heart creates

Free Me

Take me, free my soul
I’ve been caged, estranged

Help me, hold me, hear me
This portrait is cold

Mother of mothers
Father of fathers
I call upon you the angels

This body I cannot bear anymore
This agony I cannot see anymore

Free me; I want to float like the feathers
Fly high high; past the horizon
Into the kingdom of love; eternity

The Heart Speaks

Sometimes the heart speaks
Sometimes it just hums
Sometimes it is silent

Loves your attention this ocean
Needs your cuddles its waters

Give it time, just observe;
Bigger and bigger it grows
Stretches through eternity;
One end never reaches the other

Inside you’ll find the past
Anger, sadness, guilt
Tune into the present
Then you will find
Joy, happiness and love

Endless, powerful, bright
Get drunk of love; beauty
Lose yourself in the river
Let the current role your stones
Finer and smoother they become
On the way to the ocean

Love or Lust?

Choosing love or lust?
Like asking green or red?

Lust is the tail
Love is the heart

You have to start low
Slowly raise the sun

Into the horizon; eternity
Where the cross joins

Rhythm of The Ocean

Fresh lemon juice; that fragrance
The smell of rain on green grass

Reminds me of the years I lost
Of how the mountains became dust

Hill after hill, I built my palace
After all, I thought it was a race

Day after day I sit by the ocean
Rhyming myself with its motion

What do I seek? I can’t see the end
What do I need? Will I ever ascend?

My heart beats slowly; no emotion
What do I get out of this devotion?

So confused is little Nima today
Lets just take the guitar and play

You Are Home

When you are locked in your room
Dreaming of a hansom groom
White dress as your long costume
Rosemary part of your perfume

Love endlessly, know you are home

Fly Away

Fly, fly far away you estranged soul
Smell the grass, crawl on the stones

Taste the flowers, sleep by the sea
Listen to the waves; they are yours

Shine, Shine Into My Heart

I sit with my legs crossed to form a lotus
I take my rosary and repeat my mantra

Bead after bead, I say, I feel, I dream
Of the white light to fill my heart

I live a busy life, spend hours at work
Hours I eat and sleep. Hours I speak

They tease me, for preaching my heart
I close my eyes, bead after bead,
I say shine, shine into my heart

You Are Me But I’m Not You

My dear child, I take this pen to write for you
You’ve been with me since the beginning

I am sorry. I treated you unfairly. I was selfish
You don’t understand how these flames burn

You see, the pleasure of this life was so pleasant
I failed to care for you, protect you, cherish you

Now I can see that you are me but I’m not you

Confession

Let me be straight
I’m tired of pretending
Tired of covering up

It kills me slowly; gently from outside
This veil I hold around my aura

You need to have experienced
To feel my sorrow, my pain

These words I speak only
To you my laptop

I want to let loose
I need to be free

If you hate me then be it
I need to open the curtains

I’m a vegetarian; not for you
I live in meditation; not for you
I breath yoga; not for you

Walking truth hurts, I know
I’m a wandering pilgrim

I do it for me; for my heart
I like to share; for my heart
I love you; for my heart

Your soul is not mine
But it is the same;
Beautiful, brilliant, magnificent

We are joined in spirit
I can feel you
Then, lets be free. Together

Higher Self

Protects me, keeps me safe
Serenity rains from its pace

This voice calling my name
Love radiates from its grace

I don’t know what it says
Can’t realize its presence

Tree of Light

It is hard sometimes
Climbing the tree of light
With a short ladder

The Wandering Dervish

Mira the wandering dervish
The sound of water on water
The essence of sunrise
Mother of the streams

She stands up to the poisonous storm
Passing through time in search of truth

Wind blowing on her hair,
She turns her head to the sea
Waves after waves she dreams
Of the dolphins who take her home.

Leeda

Leeda my beloved, my waking dream
Walking under the rain; singing beautifully

The music of her words; like flowers
Falling on my evergreen field
So refreshing, so amazing; truthful

The sunshine of my home
The river of my heart
Flying gently with the butterflies

She whispers in my ear;
Until eternity
I shall be yours.

I AM THAT

I look within, I see him
I look without, I see him
But when I stop looking;
Motionless; thoughlessness;
Solitude; Silence; Awareness
I experience his essence

Whoever You Are Within, You Are a Star

It is a strange thing fame
Burns souls with its flames

It tastes better than money
You feel ok being a bunny

Posing naked for the camera
Lust is fashion in this era

Happiness is estranged
Minds are too engaged

Kindness is forgotten
People have become rotten

Judgment is a common theme
Are they not allowed to dream?

Respect how people choose
Don’t let your ego run loose

Whoever that you are
Within, you are a star

What is Time?

When the heart opens the light shines
Caravan starts moving towards the east

No dust, no camels, no need to stop for water
The streams endless, floating on mountains

Sky full of softness but heart beats very slowly
Don’t know what time it is. What is time? Tick tick?

Earth and stars, so perfectly aligned making day and night
Serenity may rise in rain but purity lives under the sun

Sun is the heart and serenity its tears
Time is the difference

Until the Dawn

Strange; the light was shining on the porch
Sophia; curious girl came out with a torch

Miracle; she saw an angel standing in dark
Sophia wondered why the dogs wouldn’t bark

Soft; the angel’s voice called upon Sophia
Pure music, saw images of a swan Sophia

Love; gently held her hands, so kind
Pure beauty touched her; strong bind

Power; coldness; heat; surged up her spine
Dizzy but her eyes had a spectacular shine

White; now Sophia was the swan
Dancing in the lake until the dawn

He Deserves your Love

Take care of him, look after him
Love him, cherish him, thank him

Without him, there is no walking
There is no talking, no seeing

Watch the florists; how they love;
Water sprays, branches and blossoms

You wash your car, vacuum the house
Wash the dirt and get rid of dust

This body I mean; carries your soul
Watch out for him, take good care

Never hate him, never blame
It was you who brought the shame

When you forgot, he worked hard
No complain; or, did you listen?

Now feel the pain, regret the past
Learn the lesson; don’t pay him last

The past is gone, what about now?
Feel, touch, accept and just love.

Pop Pop Pop

Forty days forty nights forty light bulbs
Pop pop pop they explode; completely useless

Tick tick; Why waste your time under the sun?
When you can light up the night with your bliss.

Silence Sings Beautifully

Take my hand, lets sit on the merry-go-round
I want the whole world to turn in my head

I want to hear music no more; solitude I seek
Silence sings beautifully in a twirling thread

Joy or Sorrow is a Choice

Life is full of ups and downs
Like a mountain; beautiful

Some moments sad
Like a lake; imprisoned

Some moments happy
Like a swallow; free

It is different this moment;
Joy or sorrow is a choice

Fuck Your Beliefs: There Are No Past Lives

He cries, she cries, they cry
Mum, dad; I need you. Sigh

Orphanage or home. Loneliness
Common theme, you my highness

I am hungry, I am cold, I need cloths
Is this written in your ethical codes?

They say it is karma. Just survive
Who cares? It’s your fault to be alive

Of a past life; someone else
Bear the pain and suppress

There is no past life; Fuck your beliefs
Capitalism; ignorance of those thieves

Be wary of those, the charlatans
They want you to follow their guns

Past lives; an excuse to smoke grass
A reason not to move your lazy arse

I’m not ready, destiny; all that crap
Wishful thinking; no there is no map

Simple; it feels good to blame
Why should I take the shame?

There is one life as Buddha said
You are reborn after you’re dead

Said the same Jesus, he was a saint
Ignorance was your past life. Now faint

Open your eyes and see the ray
Wake up! Look: it is a new day

Hell or Heaven depends on your bliss
You are reborn in your consciousness

Be quiet; listen to what Rumi’s said:
How long are you going to stay dead?

The Story

These words I write for you
You too have experienced
An essence of being you

A deeper kind of slumber
Where there is no dream
Only eternity; consciousness

I tell you the story of life
No doing and no having
Emptiness, love and grace

Close your eyes and fly with me
I’ll show you wonders and magic
In this empty cottage the fire burns
Yet there is no wood no paper

In this story colours speak
Sound walks and sunshine dances
Some sad and some happy
Sometimes music, sometimes silence
Solitude is a theme; yet there is harmony

We shall sing songs, play the guitar
At the end, what else can we do?

Be Free

Into the horizon; eternity
Deep inside the heart

Dive; swim; breath
Experience just one time

How warm the ocean is
Just once; be free

Hear the Rhythm

Key by key, beloved plays with compassion
I forget who earth is or who owns the skies

Moon, I look at you, show me your passion
The dreamland, the neverhood

Step into my home, I have no expectation
No visions, no dreams, no liveliness

No statue, not even a tree in this salvation
Place your hands, this water is clean

Billions of stars, all in meditation
Yet you sing with opera, but no song

Hear the rhythm; that is revelation

"Poetic words to free my mind
something new for me to find,
a vibe runs through my restless spine
to help me write more, line by line.
Poetic words again I write
over and again I might,
these sentences become my art
ideas flowing from my heart.
Poetic words will always be
something pure and true for me,
ideas for the whole world to see
my favorite way to be free. "

Sean Vincent
November 25, 2001

Farewell

This night, this music, this life
Take these pearls and smell them

Blow into your saxophone, breathe
You are the king, take this gem

It is yours; this sweet dance
Rise my majesty, follow the caravan

Melody of your trip is playing
Farewell my empty sky

This Violin Playing Flame

Take a walk, lose yourself to the nature
Step by step, bit by bit

Feel the fine movements of the foot
On the fallen branches, the stones

You were made in perfection
Evolution or god, does it matter?

The streams, the wind, trees
River, fish and grass

Slower, a lot slower this time
No rush, walk in peace and calm

Smell, watch, touch
The leaves, water and butterflies

Hold the branch, talk to the bush
Fly with the bees, taste the honey

Visit the crickets and ants
See with eye of the mountain

The view; beauty, magnificence
Can you hear the birds sing?

All these years, where have I been?
What have I been doing?

This fire from my life
Burning me to my soul

Why didn’t I see? Why didn’t I care?
Give and take, why did I just take?

How could I? My soul shouting
Spirit complaining. Why didn’t I hear?

I keep writing, tearing myself apart
It is a lie; there no god

No crucifixion, no forgiveness
Why blame? Can’t you see?

The grass is greener, if you look
The water is purer, if you drink

Is this a tragedy or delight?
When did sorrow become joy?

When did wine become ecstasy?
This violin playing flame

Blazing deep inside my soul
Who awakened me? Take it back

Let my ignorance tree grow again
Let its branches be my wounds

Oh I wish those blind eyes back
Those deaf ears I envy

Nature I lost myself to all life long
Although green, it wasn’t mine

Open Your Heart

Listen to your heart beat
Let your heart open
Just let it
Close your eyes
See from within

Just for You My Beloved

Life, where have you been?
Love, why can’t I find you?

The music, vibrations
Take me home; alone

Show me the ducks, the rabbits
Quietly, which is the way?

One thousand roads, alleys
Same place, same city

All joined. But one unique
Just for you my beloved

This Chalet is Yours

Have you known this chalet is yours?
Your father told me once

He was an honourable man
Within his friends and business

He played the guitar; sang
Loved you and your mum

Helped his neighbours and friends
All the villages gathered at his funeral

Before he took his last bath and
The disease consume his last breath:

I lived forty years, everyday
Building hospitals and temples

Now that I need a cure, a god
They are in villages and towns.

He built you this chalet inside these farms
So you have a place to open your arms

He asked me to guide you in between
To build sanatoriums and shrines within

Let the Fairies Take You Home

It rains at sunrise
Making music on the roofs

Walk outside, no raincoat
No cloths, no layers

Let it all wash off
The religion, the beliefs

Let the sun clean you
Let the angels dry you

Let the fairies take you home

Look in the Mirror, Wipe Out the Pain

Made thousands with your choice
Look in the mirror, said the voice
View thy self reflect pure
These wounds need a cure

This one: fume of the mother
This one: rage of the father
Contemplate; just observe
Is this what you deserve?

This garden, come and take this freedom
Break the mirror and step into the kingdom
Take this chainsaw and cut the chain
Take this leaf and wipe out the pain

Take Me to The Phoenix

A cool breeze touched the sparrow
Her feathers still, now in motion

Jumped from the cliff the sparrow
Picked a leaf and caught the breeze

Free fall; with ground resembling
Take me to the phoenix
I am ready.

Do You Believe?

Hope, sympathy, care
What? If you can’t give

Beauty, abundance, perfection
Where? If you can’t perceive

Kindness, compassion, love
How? If you can’t receive

Happiness, emptiness, ecstasy
Why? If you don’t believe

Lada

The voice called in the dreamless slumber
A traveller passed through the solitude
The stillness upset; who is this disturber?

My name is Lada, I am here to stay
To walk with you, to feel with you
To lead you; I shall not betray

I’m not a broken promise; not a puppet
No rape, no violence in this silence
Neither hope nor delusions in my pocket

Take my hand and I shall take you away
Far far, where there is no aging; no decay

No; I am to dwell here; to feel the sorrow
Fight the beast and I don’t fear tomorrow

I will take this hollow day
I still have debts to pay.

Blew my mind his intrusion
Left me Lada to my erosion

Oh I wish to meet him in another vision
These attachments aren't worth his division.

Are You Ready?

She opened her eyes, looked at the rays
Hummed in silence in her prayers

She sat in the garden
Saw everything in golden

She heard the colours speak
She felt the trees squeak

This grid she had never seen before
This place she had never been before

These wings she had in white
The bird said in the light

Are you ready?

It’s Time to Get Up and Follow

These illusions, these dreams
The nightmares and the screams

All these years I’ve been waiting under this tree
Knocking every door, asking for a plea

It’s time to get up and follow
Mystery; the Arash’s arrow

The Music is Calling

Listen to this music, close your eyes
The harmony, the vibrations.

Open the jar, let the jam dance
With the beat, with the rhythm
Will you take this chance?

Will you tango with the fairies?
Will you sing with the angels?

The music is calling
Do you want to get moving?

Same Essence

Fragments of one another are the human race
That in creation they are of one essence.

Persian Poet Sa’di (1184 - 1291)

Stop: Drink This Wine

You pilgrim, stop
You lover, stop
Sit with us and drink this wine.

There is no need to wrestle
There is no need to worry;
As it is in the moment that you shall find the temple.

Consciousness

Consciousness is the state of being aware of existence, emotions, thoughts and surroundings. Awareness is the consciousness of something for what it is. It is a state of being that is defined only by knowing. When the consciousness rises, the universe is redefined.

This flood coming from your mountain
Filling every gap, every village
Destroying the farms and the lands.

I fall asleep, overwhelmed
I dream of you while being awake.

These thoughts you killed
These ways you changed
These streams you left behind.

All I can feel is gratitude.

The Universe is Beautiful

Full version

Thoughtlessness

The girl asked:
What is thoughtlessness?

You have been swimming in the ocean of thoughts
You know how it feels.

You have been running in the meadow of emotions
You know how it feels.

What if just for a moment, just for a second
You stopped swimming? You stopped running?

What if in that moment, the time stopped;
No breathing, no movement.

Then you shall see perfection; beauty
Then you shall know; the ocean within you is bigger than the universe.

All in that one moment.

Beauty is That Fragrance, Right is That Peace

I smelled a rock once
Pealed my orange and read a book.

That fragrance blew me away;
The orange and the rock.

I rested with peace on the rock
Watching the words go pass my eyes.

Speak to me the sky asked;
Tell me of the beauty and the beast
Tell me of the right and the wrong.

I closed my eyes and answered
What you seek I cannot give
What you need I do not have.

The rock mumbled:
Beauty is that fragrance, beast is who that cannot smell it
Right is that peace, wrong is that which cannot be in peace.

The universe shook and everything turned into dust;
Who are you to judge me?

Memories

Was it me? Or was it us?

How could I ever forgive
How could I ever forget
My heart is not strong enough.

They attack one after the other
These happy memories of the darkness.

They shall be mine forever
Hunting me in my lucid dreams.

This Song I Sing for You

He walked on the payment
Kicked the little stones one after the other.

He sang to himself:

Lala lala lala
Give me all that is
Give me all the sorrow.

He listened to the rainbow, to the rain.
The earth spoke to him:

Why you ask for sorrow?

I carry this burden of guilt
I need it to sooth my pain.

The sun said:

I shall give you all that is
Carry it with you till eternity.

He laid on the fresh grass
Smelled the sorrow.

He continued singing:

Lala lala lala
This sorrow I carry for you
This song I sing for you.

Difference between Intelligence and Wisdom

There is a subtle difference between intelligence and wisdom:

With intelligence you need to process the information with reason first, then comes understanding.
But wisdom is a state of "knowing" where there is no need for understanding; no need for reasoning.

Story of a Girl

There once was a girl
Who gave away her heart

Ripped it from her body
and torn it apart

The heart was lost
But the love was not

She loved and loved
Till eternity, without a heart.

Story of My Life

Listen to the waterfall
It is the sound of water falling on water

Listen to the birds
Some caged. They sing of prison; of sadness
Some free. They sing of life; of abundance

I was caged once. In a prison of my own.
I spoke of guilt; unfairness.

This is your story too.

That Dolphin

I dreamed of a dolphin once.

She looked me in the eyes but spoke no words.
She told me to open my wings.

I flied that day; with the dolphins.

It was her eyes that talked; my eyes listened.

Mind: The Joker of My Life

I once digged deep deep inside.

I found nothing; only that my mind is the joker of my life.

A deep strange voice said:

“Who are you to wake me up?”
I had no answer.

“Why have you come?”
Silence; was my answer

Beauty of Writing

There is a certain beauty in writing; it is not me that writes.
I sometimes wonder; when did I start to write? I never wrote before.

There is a certain mystery in writing; I don’t choose the words.
I again wonder; how do I write then? Why do I write?

It is for sure that I only write when my heart is open.

The Heart

Think of the ocean, it is beautiful.
Think of the forest, it is beautiful.
Think of the fire, it is beautiful.
Think of the earth, it is beautiful.

Everywhere that I look is beautiful.

But the heart is something else. Heart is joyful. It is happy. Heart is pleasant, it smells good. It feels good, it tastes good.

The heart is the only beauty that when I cherish it, it cherishes me back; seven fold.

The heart is the station in which my light illuminates. When it illuminates it speaks. It speaks of truth, of love; a different love.

The heart is like a lightning, it is sudden but it is bright. Sometimes ocean, sometimes forest, sometimes fire and sometimes earth. But it is the breeze that sooths my thirst; it touches. It makes me soft.

"It" is not the right pronoun; "I" is.

Fire of the Heart

There is only one way to cool down the fire of the heart;

Burn it in the fire of soul.

It is Time for Being

I'm done with having.
I'm done with doing.

It is now time for being.

War and Peace

I was giving a speech at work when somebody asked me to talk about how we can have a more peaceful world. I was surprised about the question but very soon it all came to me...

You can't have a green forest if every single tree is not green. Nature tells us a lot about peace and harmony.

The same way you can't have a peaceful world without having every individual being at peace with themselves. The nature is in peace, but the humans are not.

So if you are constantly stressed out, worried or angry, in other words if you are at war with your peace, you are not helping to have a peaceful world.