: dedicated to deepening our human connections, so that we lead more spiritually and emotionally fulfilling lives; by exploring the wisdom and secrets of our ancestors, and unveiling the beauty beyond the veil and within ourselves.
{poem + story} Series
{poem + story} together, without even knowing it.
… In the church of skin, heart in heart, soul of soul, and everywhere, beyond the seen …
{poem + story} and forever.
i give you the sun, moons and stars, and forever …
{poem + story} the unnamed.
in you of you is me of me is us, of us is love …
{poem + story} souls twin like childhood dreams.
… i once danced for a boy in the night, like a prayer; perhaps he was a god – the one who kissed the stars and then shapeshifted into two rivers …
{poem + story} love, like bread.
… love is not a statue, it doesn’t just sit there; love has to be made, like bread, and then remade again and all the time, made anew …
{poem + story} sometimes love unfolds in the mess of our messy magic.
… call me by your name, i want to wear your shirt all day, sometimes love unfolds in the mess of our messy magic …
{poem + story} spiritueuse double vanille.
… sweet vanilla kisses the delicate petals of the bulgarian wild rose, candle wicks do twin and kiss, moonheld, i blend notes of perfumes under the melody of an acoustic guitar …
{poem + story} always, entirely.
Like a soul song of love, no beginning and no end, threads knotted from long long ago, and with ancient voices calling us towards one another. We have no other choice than to follow it. Until we are finally in the arms of the one we were made for …
{poetry translations} “Two lovely eyes” by Peyo Javorov
“Two lovely eyes. The spirit of a child in two lovely eyes”…
{poem + story} my soul calling you.
… until the sun kisses the arms of dawn, like a cradle my heart, still holding you …
{poem + story} a november night.
… Called by a voice older than us, more ancient than time and earth, from a time before time beyond time, they came together in this life again and found each other, again …
{poem + story} the fox.
… there is time for quietness, and there is time for loving …
