My Poems

Opening to beauty

Opening to Life

Breathing in Joy

Breathing out Peace

The world around me

flow through me

I flow through the world

taping into infinite energy

Abundance is all around us

we only need to look deeper

and connecting with the source

opening to life

opening to beauty

with peace and joy.

Life flow through me

and I flow through life

Air breathe through me 

Water flow through my veins

The sun nurture the planet to grow food

Food nurture me and become my flesh

I am the Sun

Deep inside all of it, is "the source" 

There is no need to find it

you don't need to name it

you will not be able to touch it but you feel it

The source is within you and everywhere around you

Look deeper through your breath

fall in love with beauty

fall in love with the present

fall in love with life.

Silence, emptiness, stillness

Abundance created from within

Listen to the silence in the music

Listen to the empty space in between melodies

Enjoy the moment and take a deep breath

Free up your attic and open the windows

Let the butterfly of curiosity

light up the candle of the unknown

Not knowing, warm fire burning assumptions to ashes

Let go of preconception and dogma that doesn’t serve you

Reconnect with your source, the source, connecting us all

Flowing and smiling through life 

Facing the magic of the moment, the unknown

Empty canvas full of hope

Facing your future

with open heart and open mind. 

Look at the sun 

Look at the ocean 

Look at the butterfly on your head 

What do you see?

Listen, listen deeper,

 Plentifulness & abundance is all around us 

Your mechanic mind can not see it clear 

But your heart is able to clean up your cloudy mirror 

Look again and again 

Observe life flowing through you 

and you flowing through life

Abundance is within us and everywhere 

Abundance is at the source

and the source is everything

Clean your cloudy mirror 

and look again, and again, and again.

An apple held, a world within,

Tree, flower, bee, and rain akin.

The tree itself is the soil and the fungus.

The sun and the wind.

The soil, dark womb of secrets old,

Where fungus weaves its tale untold.

The apple falls to the ground,

Worms consume the apple

Apple becomes worms and soil

Nourishment for the tree

Nourishing life.

Endless cycles of transformation

Worm’s form transforms, a verdant rise,

Tree reborn, with blossoms in its eyes.

Bee, rain, and sun, in endless dance,

Birth and rebirth of life

The apple wakes, a question stirs,

“Who am I?”

The answer dawns:

We are never alone,

Nothing ever ends,

Nothing ever starts,

Myself and the whole,

The only real self

Is the Universe as a whole

Like the cloud floating in the sky

let the air flow through you

like water in spring, flowing to the sea

from the top of the mountain, melting the ice in you

no need to do anything

everything is already there

our work is to stay present

to notice

to notice beauty in everything and everyone

no need to force it

as it would become an obstacle

instead, open up to this moment

and observe the signals

subtle like the smell of rosemary in winter

don't rush

take one step and stop

and then take another step and stop

ultimately, time is an illusion 

there is no place to go

Mother Earth has a seat at the table.

Pachamama has many things to share

Are we able to listen?

The empty chair of Pachamama is full

Full of stories of joy and sorrow

Full of hope and wisdom

Full of dreams and realities

Are we able to listen?

Yes, we are, 

we have to listen

listening with our heart

deep listening

Let’s bring Pachamama to our debates,

into our plans, ROI and projects

Let’s dance with her 

Preserving human life

and helping this beautiful planet to heal 

Dancing close together through the night

The "Being" is round

The Self is whole.

We are circling

around our identities,

lights and shadows,

tears and laughter. 

We are one, 

and we are many 

different people 

around the fire,

an open heart and open mind,

coming together 

with courage and humility, 

caring for each other 

and caring for the whole. 

Asking the question:

What does life want from me?

And holding the space,

Deep listening. 

The first chair is worn smooth

by all the hands that shaped it -

"Sit up straight," it whispers,

"Mind your manners."

Some days it feels like shelter,

some days just weight.

The second chair still rocks

with forgotten laughter and freedom,

and it's also heavy of "I don't count"

and "I do not care"

The third chair waits,

its seat warm with sunlight,

glowing with honesty and invite to cocreate

I used to think

I had to choose one.

Now I let them talk 

until the air between us

becomes a new language