Every birth has its significant lifetime miracles. We are supposed to forget all but we are also supposed to remember again. The veil of oblivion exists to make it more interesting to discover ourselves again.
From time to time, people fall apart into pieces. Falling apart is synonymous with falling into places but it sounds scarier to those who don’t know how to be patient.
I want to talk with you about the love revolution and how the clouds above us turn pink every time I kiss you. I know where in my lucid dreams there is a door behind which there are all the abandoned dreams you can dream forever.
When the sun goes down, sometimes I am psychotic, sometimes I am reckless, sometimes I am aggressive but when I talk to the moon about the life on Earth, I am forgiven because the night understands me.
I pray for children to receive full presence from their parents and not just their shadows. I pray that every place feels like home when we’re out there searching for stars. I pray for the dreamers to become their own dream.
Kissing you from the neck down to… and kissing you is perilous because there is no end to you and I am scared I will never stop falling if I let myself fall in love with you.
When my body dies one day or the next, I drift away from it, merge with the air, and with a divine timing I travel back into another human form and continue to discover the life I am.
There is nothing wrong with roaming in the empyrean until the individual pieces of souls start losing sight of their own existence and fade away before their time to leave the Earth.
Earth is a place where we learn to fly in human form. We all gather here in the miraculous place where a tiny seed grows a flower with its own smell or a tree that casts shade onto the land of people.
