Source of all conflict

Because we live many lives, some of past, others of future Because we build too many stories Because we mistakenly perceive the natural tension Upon which the world is built, Because we are dreaming Dreams of conquests. Because parts of our souls are still trapped in stories, all kinds of conflicts inside ourselves arise. How … Continue reading Source of all conflict

A love message from Life we are to each other, to be decrypted only by you, the addressee

Suddenly, at a certain moment, an apparently random idea shows its hideous head, spreading inky mist of madness inducing fear. “They are different than we are”. This demon is not random but a relentless entity old as history, still causing suffering and despair in those who believe the idea. Women afraid of men, men afraid … Continue reading A love message from Life we are to each other, to be decrypted only by you, the addressee

Forms of Love ~ stop and feel might be enough

Love is what fills space Love is serene silence peace Love is nourishment for cells Love is brightness of the soul Love is gentle kindness of the heart Love is visions of hope and heaven Love is beauty beyond words at my fingertips Love is human interaction Love is nature’s gifts of fruits and food … Continue reading Forms of Love ~ stop and feel might be enough

A polarized world; Is it natural? Is it logical? ~ an interview with The Little Prince

We have a few burning questions to ask. We tried to find some unbiased real intelligence on planet Earth but we couldn't at this time. So we turned to Asteroid B-612 where we are certain we’ll find good clean answers. ~ Interview with The Little Prince ~ "One sees clearly only with the heart. The … Continue reading A polarized world; Is it natural? Is it logical? ~ an interview with The Little Prince

“Does not exist” poem by Nichita Stanescu

Does not exist a First World War of horses Does not exist a Hiroshima of horses Thought by horses, reanalyzed by horses Accurate, timed and against horses, To save horses from horses. Does not exist! Does not exist! Devil's species, them horses!  Poem by Nichita Stanescu Translated from romanian by Andreea Garden Watch and listen … Continue reading “Does not exist” poem by Nichita Stanescu