No one can tell you how to live your life. There are no rules. No predetermined patterns. 

Nothing. 

It is just you, and your choices that define the life you lead. The rules are in your mind, the chains are self-imposed and imagined. Step out of the safety and the monotony, one step closer to the life you dreamt of. 

It’s scary, but also right. 

The constant nagging doubt, the blind panic, and the urge to run back to the familiar, are all part of the journey. Your journey. No one can tell you how you should do it. Or when. There is no right time. 

It will happen. And when it does. Pray that you have the courage, to let it.

Circling skies

Dark smoke rising against the pale blue

Birds of prey circle like flies  

I raise my eyes to the skies and whisper a prayer

To the stars unseen

The God within. 

The smell of summer in the breeze

And your memory lingers still. 

Lights,love, lanterns and lamps...

I feel like poetry

Like a thousand violets, a canopy of flowers

Candles and lights,

and floating lilies in green magical ponds

Of orange lanterns, colors and laughter

Of hugs and silences

Smiles and love

I feel like holding your hand

And touching your lips with my smile

Of lying barefoot on the ocean sand

Watching stars, counting blessings

Being one with this timeless universe

And in love with everything

Those times when we float like weightless clouds

And land our dreams on painted skies

Frozen lakes, white snowflakes

Foolish songs, and silly nothings

Open your heart

Feel the song

And let's make memories

That count.

Being brave is not about doing something huge. Sometimes, It's simply about having the courage to let things be, and not do anything at all. It's about letting someone know how much they mean to you, without expecting the sky in return. It's about dreaming, without thinking about the limitations, or taking a leap of faith, just because it feels right in your gut. Being brave is following your intuition, no matter where it takes you. It's about fighting for the things you believe in, and not backing down. It's about just being yourself, no matter what life serves you each day. It's about daring to hope. About learning to heal. And standing your ground, no excuses, no refuge. Finding yourself and accepting yourself, just the way you are ... That, perhaps, is the bravest thing of all. 

Have you ever dug your fingers deep into wet soil and felt its texture on your skin? Try it if you haven’t. And if you have, you will know what it feels like. This soil is the essence of yourself, your body; it is what you are made of and what you will become. When you work with your hands in the soil, you are connecting with your innermost self. Your life energy is flowing from your fingertips into the soil and you are taking from the soil the energy of the universe. It has a way of recharging you, restoring a sense of equilibrium and making you happy.

Work in the fields all day long, and see how you feel. Give in to the moment, without thinking about the past or the future. Think not about the fruits of your labor, nor the pain of working in the sun, or the wind, or the cold. Simply give in, entirely, to the moment of being here and now, in the present, with your hands feeling the grains of this soil, working tirelessly, systematically, planting, weeding, gardening, digging, mixing…just stay in the moment, as if your life depended on it.

 Feel the wind, breathe in the smell of the earth, feel the sun, feel the heat, the cold in its entirety, let yourself experience without trying to block out any of it. You will become a part of nature. As you were meant to be. Not the master of nature, as we humans so foolishly believe, but a small, but essential, part of it. Blending in with the air, the sunshine, the soil and the water. All of the elements that make us, are in us, we are a part of them. Respect the union. Close your eyes and feel the oneness. There is no name, no identity to this being. It is part of the whole. The energy of the universe is flowing through your body. And you do not resist it. You become a medium. You heal. Body and soul. 

Create

What is it about fairytales that makes you believe in magic. Does the world really have magic? All those little wonderful things. Fairies, and gremlins, and little mice that talk. When do we stop believing in all those things, and grow up? May be we never do. In all of us, there lives that little child, who never stopped believing. In magic, in love that leads to happily ever after, in prince charming who will come one day to sweep you off your feet. Why do fairytales make you cry, and laugh and feel so melancholy yet happy, all at the same time? To live in a world of fantasy, and make believe. To always look for the magic in the mundane…that’s what art is, and artists are the ones that never let go of the magic. We must create, to be alive. It’s what makes us what we truly are. 

Tell me a story.

Limitless.

Like the starry sky that touches the horizon. That engulfs me whole, takes me to the ends of the earth and pushes me over the edge.

Let me freefall into your words, with nothing to hold on to, and nothing to hold back. Tell me what your soul whispers in the dark. Those stories you told no one before. Give me everything. The pain, the tears, the fear, the hope, the joy, and everything in between. I will see you for what you are.

No.

Not that person who smiles through it all. But the real you, with all the scars, the wounds, and your beautiful messy mind.

You are perfect.

A painting in the making. A song of the morning. Colors, love, misery. Everything and nothing. You stand alone, between the shadow and the silence.