The flexible trail of my breathing

Slow, up to the limit for supporting life. Quick, as my thoughts are quickly galloping harnessed by the reins of my Emotions. Imperceptible, like an idea not yet embraced by my awareness. Deep, more and more in depth, from the dimensions of comprehending, of remembering to my dreamless sleep. And in the middle, the heavy…

Haiku #1

Waking up, flashes of life caress my senses; Mind, in slow motion.

Self-care

Acts of mercy at the right time though merciless my awareness appears when it brings me the most valuable gift: a “know yourself” in small sips. Self-care, when I kiss a piece of a mind in half-light or one of my dark sides, a kiss at a time. Intentionally unaware I use tools from my…

The most changeable forces of nature, in my mind

Different forces compete, emerge, interweave into my mind; they stretch and tighten, they press and pull all my thoughts, my actions, my speech. Although easily driven by the different stimuli, they have a life of their own in my mind. Like the waves of the ocean – born by the contact with the shore and…

What is the mind made of?

What is the mind made of? Of silent musics and voiceless speeches of liquid words and plastic dreams of cut off reasonings and unbreathed breaths keeping together the tiniest bits of me.   What is the mind made of? Of trails of codes curled up as spirals of love quiet forests of trees of thoughts…

Matryoshka of dreams

I tie you to my memories, I weave you into my mind, – a dream among dreams – and through a shiver of peace all the chains become lighter, a layer of pain evaporates, the most remote dreams vibrates stronger, and I free them higher and higher like birds who yearned for the purest air….

Burn my mind, o my breath

Burn my mind, o my breath; Empty all the forgotten channels of my mind: they will be filled up with new life. Burn my mind, o my breath; The void you left behind is guiding me into the darkest and most feared places of my mind, where all my certainties disintegrate and my imagination is…

A wait is my mind

A wait among potent forces that compete in my mind, and forces flowing into the world, never leaving my body – completely; A wait between a force that goes down and a force that rises as slow as a snail or as fast as the sound; A wait among forces that are repeated ad perpetuum…

Walls of air and blood

Inconsistent more than air, Resistant more than a diamond, Transparent as glass, Impenetrable as a moonless night, Walls of the mind. Savage gardens inside, Tamed jungles, A cathedral for dreams; Immaculate everything mixes and remains still. Until the walls tremble – a caress – A deep breach – a hug – structural failure – a…

An insect striving for that red apple

And thoughts melt into the stream of consciousness still different they march as one they take the flow of the unity in the grip of time. Everything in the past and future is perfectly one – dreams of peace, lost memories – but just in the present moment – right now – this process is…

Dimensions of the Memory

I know that I meet you every night in my dreams, even though we never met before or even though you died so many years ago. Rarely I dream of your appearance I especially dream of your essence; an invisible yet omnipresent dream beyond the entire memory of me. I know that I started to…

Portrait of the Imagination

Between Emotions and Thinking, Memory and Dreams, between Reality and Hopes, my Mind and the non-living things, my Imagination: a cold fire burning in a brain atmosphere. It warms my Consciousness and makes my body soar toward suspended dimensions beyond my flesh and blood. Intangible: all the Universe is full of this elusive power. Cautiously…