“Infinity imagines curiosity from the wild abyss – Only the child makes a swing-set view of the worlds upside down.”

Unwatched truth is the enchantment of childhood.And we never grow out of it.

No supernatural can exist for the mankind that does not want to believe it.

We cannot teach a flower how to grow, we can only learn from it.

There’s so much negativity in the media.

No matter what happens around us, or to us, through love, our soul reaches immortality, conquering all dimensions and all destinies.

I really love sharing my gift with others.

A message from a flower: “Do not pick me. I want to live”.

I believe everyone should have an opportunity to search for truth their own way.

Everybody needs time to reflect and contemplate, and the most inspirational and peaceful place to do so is in nature.

Love. Only love can accept our differences as we journey through life. And only love can allow space for our growth.

Living every moment as if it was our first and last is a genuine life of gratitude, acceptance and wisdom.

Those that expose themselves as knowing the truth, lose the battle of innocence and humility and eventually pull a trigger at the universe. Wisdom chooses the unknown to be its reason.

During a race where everyone holds their own truth, the finish line is a surprise.

I define spirituality as a search for love, beauty, happiness and wisdom.

Before pride waves a white flag, it waves all other colors.

I believe that children may enter these divine portals easier, because they are seeking for answers in the purest way.

Who falls from all he knows of bliss, Cares little into what abyss.

The dance is always danced above the hollow place, above the terrible abyss.

It is neither easy nor agreeable to dredge this abyss of viciousness, and yet I think it must be done, because what could be perpetrated yesterday could be attempted again tomorrow, could overwhelm us and our children.

Irrespective of any external, regulatory force, our capacity for feeling is in itself an insatiable and bottomless abyss.

Awareness naturally returns to its non-state of absolute unmanifest potential, the silent abyss beyond all knowing.

Yet the abyss is not not infinite; its bottom may suddenly be discovered within the confines of a human heart or under the debris of might doubts.

The anchor of meaning resides in an abyss, deeper than the reach of despair.

Let art be your personal savior. Dragging you down a happy abyss. Let it channel all your emotions. Potential never going amiss.