Today we’ll talk about love, the Sleeping Venus and the feminine mysteries of the remembering. Because sometimes love is the slow steps on the sidewalks. Because sometimes love is the quietness of dreams. A major part of the feminine mysteries is the...
night falls in the moon gardensweet cacao kisses the delicate petals of the rose– an Eden,in the heavens of our heartsthe eternal beloved ~ poetry by Lubomira Kourteva We were all created with our five basic senses: smell, taste, sight, touch and hearing. While many...
another summer’s end, another end of a diaryand i still haven’t met youmaybe i’ll light two matchesand throw them in the moon water bowllike my great grand-mother once taught me towill they turn towards each other?or maybe i’ll dry my wild...
silver,as stillmoon waterin a serene cast iron teapot,as a ringunthought, undreamtclothedfrom the ineffable A little more: Today I was playing around with some black and white visual effects with an photo of mine from my beloved sea – ah, I love my sea! And for...
a lantern, solitarylike a fox returning to her den there is time for quietness& there is time for loving i know you understand shy winds tried to keep my dresson skin follow the scent tonight i’ll make a showof full moon wet leaves wrap around the...
