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 doesn’t harm others. His heart arouses his mind, and with that, he could write for hours. A poet feels lonely most of the time, and then his majesty arises. He recreates the world, adds more color, and it’s full of surprises. But there are times when a poet can’t resist his own mind. His thoughts take over, and his worn-out eyes go blind. Limitless sleepless nights, trying to escape harsh reality, Fear, anger, and loneliness drain his vitality. A poet is not led by his knowledge but by his rare soul, And there are times of disagreement when he loses control. It’s hard for us to understand what a poet wants to express, Because he speaks from his heart, not obsessed with the mind's process. Every poem has a story, and every story holds 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 become curious. Take off your mask, open up, and don’t be delirious. Μ...

The clouds have spoken, they are about to cry tears of holy water. The fallen angels have laid eyes on us, protecting us. The fairy tales are casting immortal spells of wisdom. Imagination will not rise, nor pain but acceptance, and divinity. The streaming love is flowing inside your mankind. You are guarded by the deity of our mother earth. Your pure lungs are breathing colorful flowers. Life is the path to enlightenment, life is everything. The winter breeze has come to light our souls with snow. A branch covered with snow is the softness inside us. The green has been covered by "white" to give us a lesson. This season is a white-winged butterfly touching a green leaf. Give up on your beliefs for one moment and listen to the violin playing. It will inflame your eardrums and emotions and it will reach your heart. The clouds, The streaming love, and The winter breeze has brightly arrived. May your spirit rise and shine, and may your love be eternal as the time is. Μιχά...

The poor young boy exchanged his life with gold, he wore the golden crown, they called him lord. They saw him as a god for he had so much power and he kept watching them for days from his tower. The young lord was feeling very wealthy and happy, seeing all this big crowd under him, he felt so lucky. He considered himself to be someone unique, and he wanted to be remembered as the rich Greek. The days passed and the Greek young lord felt alone, he had no family or wife but just a place on his throne. Then he ordered his servants to find him a beautiful lady who would give him love, affection, and a healthy baby. Many women were being brought there day by day but the king couldn’t find love and he started to pray. The clock was ticking while he had found gold, but not love and that thing made him feel like an injured white dove. A wise man with the name Socrates appeared then, he told him that he chose gold instead of Zen. “Zen is a state of bliss that wakes up your soul, energiz...

                      Racing thoughts are aching his mind, another human being is left behind. Panic and chaos are now dominating, the chance to live in reality is fragmented. The power of darkness, it lays there. Inside of a man’s head,  not elsewhere. It grows rapidly, tormenting with rage As for the man, he is the sheep, in the cage.  Feeling helpless, he is crawling to die.  His ego has taken place, it’s so alive.  The old habit of overthinking is there,  to rip out his heart and his soul to scare. Give this man a reason to resist, what it truly means here, to exist. Open his eyes, show him the way, His heart but not his mind to obey. Mike Tragas

We Are Creators We are the creators of the universe, the ones who hold the magic in their hands. Pure human beings, carrying pure love to embrace the universe. Peaceful creatures with peaceful hearts that shine upon cosmic energy. We walk on Earth to raise our vibrations and spread bliss. Take a look at the sky and don’t think of anything else. Close your eyes and breathe in the beauty of the fresh air. Fill your lungs with joy and happiness, for it is all that it is. Feel the aliveness within you, in every part of yourself. There’s no time to judge, for there’s no time at all. At this moment, everything you experience is real. The only way to find inner peace is to be. Let yourself be beautiful—don’t judge it. You are important, and so is everyone. You are not alone, and you won’t ever be. Choose the path that leads to wisdom, And you will find what you are seeking. Mike Tragas Sweden, Stockholm 24-09-2014