April 25, 2025
Knowing
Who am I, I ask? I = who, I wonder?
Is there a cosmic equation? I long to know myself more.
I must not fear discovering my inner world,
fear is only a construct of my mind.
I walk around my shadow so the light may finally rise,
and only the pure I remains.
I am everything that is, and all is within me,
anchored in trust in life.
Then I ask — and in a moment I know
what the soul desires.
Miracles unfold, and I bow in gratitude.
My soul has discovered its strength,
and under the protection of the universe
acts from its authentic essence,
weaving magic through the body into matter.
It remembers its purpose —
to offer its knowing to the world.
Guarding its secrets within the heart,
like a mystical flower in the dark of night.
Do you feel the longing?
Come to me.
I will let you breathe in
the intoxicating scent of the unknown.
April 8, 2025
A Theatrical Performance
From my ancestors I have emerged, and I feel worn.
I reflect…
They placed within me all they had lived,
imprinted every act — love, pain, fear, and sorrow.
And I, as a mother, pass on my own experiences,
unknowingly carrying forward a drama refined by generations.
Do I too bear the burden of my ancestors
only to pass it on, in a single breath, without thinking of the consequences, to my children?
Will I be another generation repeating the same mistakes?
Or the black sheep who refuses it all?
I will heal myself first, protect my children.
I will heal my mother, my father —
and you, I will surround with understanding.
I hold up a mirror, yet I am often not received.
Rejected by family — it is a grand performance.
I reflect their true faces with truths they refuse,
while they fiercely guard the illusion that they are not hiding behind a lie.
They do not know another way — and I do not judge them.
I understand them so deeply… I do not know how either.
And so we all play together in one vast theater without a written script.
I am the audience, the actor, the director, and I cry into my pillow.
Who deserves an Oscar in the film called Life?
October 15, 2024
Blindness
The blind walk the world like soulless puppets,
living life in a single sentence without meaning or depth.
Driven by consumption, they believe in today's order,
claiming to follow reason — it makes me want to laugh.
Yet the level of their awareness remains so low;
anxiety, anger, despair are always close.
Outwardly, proud arrogance guides their steps,
while rage bursts from deep within — they see us as slaves.
Competition, conflict, war, the stance of "me against you."
Where has morality been lost?
The answer lies in intoxication and remaining in anger.
Who will open their eyes, remove the white blindfold?
Turn them toward faith and show them love?