A profound search for meaning...

                                              I am feeling so happy to be alive and to experience this short amazing path of life. It’s so great, I can’t even describe it with words but I can share my feelings. Every breath I take fills me with energy and with this energy I create love. Today it feels like summer while the setting sun is reflecting from the windows. There are no negative thoughts to take place but only by pure existence. I can see in every entity the spark of their flaming hearts, it’s so magnificent. The main reason we are alive is to love. It's the key for us to live a happy life. Love is found in everything but to find it, you must first, love yourself. When you love yourself, everything you want is getting attracted to you. Things go always good because you accept them as they are. Whoever judges, blames, is angry, or expressing any negative emo...

                                                                        It’s five o’clock in the morning, but I am up since 4. The sky is covered in the dark, the night is still on.  The alcohol is floating in my veins, trying to find a way to escape. This bittersweet exhausting feeling, this pain in my head. At the moment I can see, I can feel, her strength gave up on me, she opened the door and left. She was innocent as a bird, trying to fly over the world. She wanted to breathe in life, she wanted to breathe out love. I always had to be the‘strong’ one, but we both suffered. The world for us was something hard, so we held our hands together. It may sound sweet and it was, it was. I could always feel this spark with her, I felt safe. I could write for hours this painful night but I won’t. I wil...

A poet expresses himself through words; he does not harm others. His heart stirs his mind, and thus he could write for hours. A poet feels lonely most of the time, and then his greatness rises. He recreates the world, adds more color, and fills it with surprises. But there are times when a poet cannot resist his own mind. His thoughts take over, and his weary eyes grow blind. Limitless sleepless nights, trying to escape harsh reality, Fear, anger, and loneliness drain his vitality. A poet is led not by knowledge, but by his rare soul, And in times of conflict, he loses all control. It is hard for us to understand what a poet longs to express, Because he speaks from the heart, not from the mind’s distress. Every poem holds a story, and every story another to tell. Believe it or not, you are a poet too; you have a soul as well. Let your poetic self give you hope, and let wonder make you curious. Take off your mask, open up, and do not be afraid of feeling. ...

The clouds have spoken; they are about to weep holy tears. The fallen angels have laid their eyes on us, watching over us. Fairy tales are casting immortal spells of wisdom. Not pain shall rise, but acceptance and divinity. A streaming love flows through humankind. You are guarded by the deity of Mother Earth. Your pure lungs breathe in fields of color. Life is the path to enlightenment; life is everything. The winter breeze has come to awaken our souls with snow. A branch clothed in snow is the softness within us. The green is covered in white to teach us a lesson. This season is a white-winged butterfly touching a green leaf. Set aside your beliefs for one moment and listen to the violin play. It will stir your senses and your emotions, and it will reach your heart. The clouds, the streaming love, and the winter breeze have arrived in radiance. May your spirit rise and shine, and may your love be as eternal as time itself.