“Theo and Mira, Loving Life” Part 2. ~ a little excerpt from work in progress

“I would never let myself think that it might all end some day”. This thought felt a little amusing. “All things that have a beginning have also an end” the wiser thought explained. She was alone in the bus station. A few seconds sooner, Mira would have caught the last bus. A few moments of … Continue reading “Theo and Mira, Loving Life” Part 2. ~ a little excerpt from work in progress

“until the wave poured her inside me, right in here, in the bottle that I was” ~ fragment from work in progress

"Captain Theo steps aboard his ship. It is a glorious day. The sky is a brilliant gem. The ocean, a sparkling jewel. All villagers of Sunnysea came to cheer him. Their voices lift Captain's spirit even higher. Ladies hankerchiefs flutter like baby doves training for flight. It's been a long journey to this moment. It … Continue reading “until the wave poured her inside me, right in here, in the bottle that I was” ~ fragment from work in progress

Awake or dreaming?

"Are you awake or are you dreaming? The psychological self bubble is a dream. As a dream pops, state of awakeness is restored. It feels as if the entire world has disappeared, taking away even the hard surface under the feet, together with feet and with body and with the “I” idea. There is just … Continue reading Awake or dreaming?

Excerpts from “Theo and Mira, Loving Life”

“Now we write songs, lyrics and music, together. Our life experience is poetry, every moment of it. We play in the Ocean called Life. We let ourselves disappear into Love. There is no story to be told anymore. For many, this is really scary, inconceivable even. And yet, this is true Life. No mind. No … Continue reading Excerpts from “Theo and Mira, Loving Life”

When trees breathe mist ~ excerpt from work in progress

"When trees breathe mist angels are free to play games among scattered humans strolling in the park. Angels are always happy, always finding something to play with, always in love with life. Humans walk, lost in thoughts, weaving and knitting treads of stories, imagining places and situations, secretly hoping that their dreams will eventually come … Continue reading When trees breathe mist ~ excerpt from work in progress