My cocoon is made of love– the lov… When a Soul is old enough, it is… When it is mature - the most beaut… A Soul becomes the Sun Of love, light, life and
…And so he asks ‘do you see that d… Its beauty is in the darkness.’ …And I answer: thanks to the star… Where is my star? Can I find it amidst every twinkl…
Which Path is the hardest? It is not the one which we see in… Not the one that goes along the fo… Not the one that takes us for a st… I wish…it would be…
In looking and looking and looking… I feel I am seeing the light of t… In doing so, it takes the night to… In the night of human darkness, I see the beauty of the distant S…
Five Senses? Why would I want them if Touch is weak when it goes through… Smell is not offering enough of su… Hearing is not needed when Soul i…
Vibration Inside me. I stop the flow And pay attention. The pull of recognition
