I listen. I write. It happens. It is…

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bloom, connection, drops, eternity, flow, flower, life, love, photography, poetry, reality, reflection, seed, self, Spirituality, testament, truth

You might ask, why do I mention, and address Love so much?

Well, what other is there, that deserves being mentioned?

This Love has shown itself to me, at a very young age. Not knowing what it was, I distanced myself from it by using heavy drugs.

It speaks to me, and I listen. Yet, I have confused it for the connection between me and women. Hence why I was never satisfied with such relationships. This Love knows no other. It only is itself.

It doesn’t seek, nor compromises. It is impatient as a curious child, yet silent as Night. It burns in my Heart like a wildfire, ready to devour every false concept of it, me, and other.

When I mention it, there is no one that is being addressed, for this Love is not personal. It is a deep call, without voice, from within the depths of Soul.

It is here, to meet itself.

In my interpretations, I have misunderstood myself. As such, others have misinterpreted my words, for I still held seeking and longing in my desires.

There is no person, that can rise to this Love.

Yet, there is still that darkness that lurks within my mind, playing tricks of pleasurable nature. I used to see myself in that, but it is no more. This Love has no shadow…nothing to be compared with, for it is the eternal seed that holds the flower.

This is no motivational talk, and it holds no romance. It is direct as one’s pure truth can be.

It is a testament, for words have now lost their expressive value, and thus became Life…bound to no thing…free from, yet not separate from all.

Words are now that for me. I listen. I write. It happens. It is…

Center

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life, love, passion, poetry, sensuality, Spirituality, universe

I am in search for something far greater than what can be seen, a passion that never withers. In people I look for mystery and intrigue, for those same questions that I pose to myself and creation. Although I search, I don’t move. I stay in myself as the seed stays in the center of the flower. I patiently enjoy the wait in the company of a sweet breeze, for She one day will come to blow these petals away. The Universe is directing us towards each other by an individual path, one of self love and love of All.

Phoenix

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fall, painting, phoenix, poetry, re-birth

On the edge of land,
rocks in her hand.
A deep sea beneath,
Wind unable to breathe.
Distracted by mind's call,
to her destiny She falls.
The drowning waters felt strange,
Life played from an opera stage.
Non existent pain.
Waters in flame.
Phoenix her name.
Body broken.
Fear unspoken. 

Fear drifts

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kiss, life, painting, photography, poetry, silence

The bloody birth of Dawn

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Angels, dawn, death, demons, destruction, discovery, Dreams, grief, kiss, life, love, pain, painting, photography, poetry, re-birth, reality

Angels and Demons

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Angels, death, demons, destruction, hypocrisy, life, monsters, photography, poetry, reality

Conceived from deep dark moments I experienced last Sunday evening. What happened is, I neglected my dark side. She too wants attention, as all of us do.

The Land of Eerie

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ayahuasca, dance, dawn, death, discovery, drugs, kiss, life, love, meditation, Messenger, nature, now, photography, poetry, psychedelic, re-birth, reflection, search, sex, Spirituality, travelling, universe, woman

Do you know the feeling of when entering a cave, while outside the cold wind blows so hard that it tears off your skin – a devilish rupture? The first assimilation of the senses, is the welcoming warm humidity of the cave, a cosines that reminds me of home – the womb. Where all exterior sounds and noises fade in the echoing melody of water droplets falling gracefully to their destiny of rock. Placed myself in the depths of the cave, staring at walls that recited the story written in scars on my own body.

“My my, let us sing this poor boy a lullaby – bye!

Let his sickening anguish,

Through our water perish!

Drink the sour tea,

From the sacred tree.

Chew the hardened root,

In it you’ll find wisdom

– and truth.

With Her kiss, a drunken taste of mint,

She will take you through the labyrinth.

Now! …the puzzled query…

Are you ready for the land of eerie?”

The Messenger at Dawn

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ayahuasca, dance, dawn, death, life, love, Messenger, nature, now, poetry, psychedelic, re-birth, sex, Spirituality, universe, woman

For Her, a name would be vain.
Her face, on each drop of rain.
The messenger that comes as thunder cutting through the sky,
silencing our secret dreams at break of dawn,
bringing the demise of our mediocre lies.
She won’t ignore our pleas, our cries,
but Her duty she must fullfill.
She will come to take with Her the children of night,
those that howl at the pale Moon,
those that dance like beasts around fire,
those that breathe the hurricane winds of stormy seas,
those that have fallen from Heaven to save what was once lost.
Let’s meet Her fury on the edge of time,
for yesterday and tomorrow death has come.
On rocky shores we will stand naked,
singing songs to Her and praises.
While the relentless waves carve the land in their own image,
blades of grass cut through the winds of change
– winds that burn History’s page.
The slaughter of time has saved us.
Greet Her with open hearts,
cause She is gentle,
She is a Mother,
A mysterious Lover.

A Place, a Space, with no Face

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kiss, life, love, man, meditation, poetry, re-birth, reflection, sex, Spirituality, universe, woman

There’s a place, a space, with no face – a connection between man and woman, so deep, so innocent, beyond the pleasures of body, where ego can’t even linger in its shadow.

It’s when you share a pair of headphones, while listening to a song, sitting at the shore, observing and listening to the sea as he sculptures the land with his salty waters in the background.
When you kiss the tears coming down from each other’s eyes, holding each other tight. Where the broad shoulder of man has purpose, to hold her head high, to the bluest of skies, while she cries. Together they go revisiting each other’s past and come back as new born children.

“I see the Sun hiding behind clouds, in her morning shyness.
She just woke up and yet She shines bright.
And those comforting words that She whispers to me,
So softly bring tears to my eyes;
“I love you child”
(18,03,2015)

Journey of Discovery

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dance, dawn, discovery, drugs, friends, life, love, meditation, now, photography, poetry, reflection, Spirituality, travelling, universe

When we are given birth into this world, we are empty of knowledge, yet full of wisdom. With age, our families, society with it’s schools, employment, and structural programming of chaotic wants and neediness, start to teach us this and that. What time we have to eat. How to eat. What to dress. They try to shape us into something we are not. They try to make us believe that life is hard, so I have to be strong, tough, therefore I don’t have the luxury to feel cause I have to move on to the next thing, and next, and more, more…
The most magnificent journey we are presented with, is that of inner discovery. One that is limitless, where even the sky has no boundaries and the clouds are there to dance on. Most of us travel the Earth to get a sense of the sheer magnificence of all, others travel the dark corners of thought with drugs. Both situations isolate us from the chaotic world of social hierchy and false security. We realise that in Life there is no security. Life herself is a Goddess of insecurities. Through embracing that insecurity we become fearless. We enter a space of continuous newness…a state of godliness.
The unknown is always greater than the known. The known is limited by its own volume. The unknown doesn’t have volume, it cannot be contained.
Life is the journey of discovering one’s Self.