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.

The poor young boy exchanged his life for gold, He wore a golden crown; they called him lord. They saw him as a god, for he possessed such power, And he kept watch above them, day by day, from his tower. The young lord felt both wealthy and content, Seeing the great crowd below, he believed himself heaven-sent. He thought himself a man unlike the meek, And wished to be remembered as the wealthy Greek. But as the days went by, the young lord grew alone; He had no wife, no family—only a place upon his throne. So he commanded his servants to find him a beautiful bride, One who would give him love, affection, and a child by his side. Many women were brought to him day after day, Yet the king found no true love, and so he began to pray. The clock kept ticking; he had found gold, but not love above, And that truth made him feel like a wounded white dove. Then a wise man named Socrates appeared before him, And told him he had chosen gold instead of peace within. “Zen...

                      Racing thoughts are tearing through his mind, while another human soul is left behind. Panic and chaos now dominate, and his grasp on reality begins to break. The power of darkness lies within, inside a man’s head, nowhere else has it been. It grows rapidly, tormenting with rage; the man is but a sheep inside a cage. Feeling helpless, he is crawling toward death. His ego has awakened; it lives in every breath. The old habit of overthinking remains, ripping at his heart and scaring his soul with pain. Give this man a reason to resist, to understand what it truly means to exist. Open his eyes and show him the way, to follow his heart, not his mind, each day.

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.