here i am, back home
waiting with quite thunders
for dreams to come true,
here is the new moon, new year, new winter
here i am at home
feeling the self in every cell
longing for another soul to feel
here is where dreams come to you
if you listen carefully,
you can hear the whisper of happening
sometimes it is hard to get up,
wake up,
there are dreams
waiting to be manifested in the land of ancestors
i am ready to meet my family
chosen for a reason
having same dreams is enough reason
for dreams to become
i long for other souls
connected to mine
with a poetic rhyme
a house full of wanderers
that are not afraid to love
to do what you love takes courage
to become who you are takes time
what if the time is now
making time to happen
releasing the burdens...... of unlived lifes
the guilt..... of innocent mistakes
release........
my untamed soul
is ready
to
be
in dreams.

don't think i am unhappy, happy equinox

Trying to let go

In darkness

With candles

Finding roots

In this new old city

A spoiled child

A woman

A healer

A rich pink anarchist

Who am I ?

That’s why I write tonight

That’s why I listen to my ‘breathe’

In silence

That’s why I whirl tonight

By myself

To reach freedom

To pray for freedom

A prayer to be my essence

A prayer to be

we still manage to shake each other inside, yet we are, our bodies are, different.. we infect each other with inspirations, we only have a couple seconds of full touch. i am afraid we are gonna start making out if we stay in the room longer. thats what makes me nervous. i dont know what to do with it if my body follows her desires. thats why i am quite.. beside all the other things going on. you know like moving.. to another life in another land. a song says its hard to be in love with a gypsy. off, being a gypsy is no easy joke either. being the only gypsy in the family. being still in the fall wind. gliding through the stillness. it is like a joke. it ain't easy to wake up alone with an open gypsy heart. in the middle of a cozy autumn night.

fall intheBay

like the leaf falling down.. the quietness after a catharsis.. catharsis of silent tears, big smiles, and emotional explosions. this is not a good-bye.. goodbye for now. how can i mourn in the middle of a festie? when i lost myself in the fire? in the peaks of hugs and cuddles? while i am feeling every beat in my body? the night turned into 4 in the morning.. the fall came the day after, instead of the summer sun.. in one day.. so many things can change, with the rhythm of nature, with the dance of the moon every night. hiding and opening again.. this new moon is gonna open to the fall.. fall of landing.. the leaves are gonna fall on the earth on the other side of the world.. first on the other coast.. oh the infamous autumn in NY. don't bring me down. from NYtoIstanbul, what to expect? dry leaves on the mama earth.. the same mama earth on every inch of the world. wherever i go, it is my prayer to bring the beauty in me, wherever i go it is my prayer to find the beautiful. in joy, in dark, in dry, in wet. the beauty in the melancholy of the dry orange leaves, and purple morning glories. oh the beauty of the autumn rain, you dont shake my booty like the summer sunshine, but you sure take my soul to the other places. in the places of grief, and the spaces of coziness.. i still feel the tickle in my ear.. from far.. and sometimes in the same room but shy.. oh my gypsy soul witnessing the seasons of transformation, shredding the skin in different continents.. south, north, west to east, i fly.. like a leaf falling down from a tree, and landing in another world. keeping the memories, letting go the unnecessary.. in the land of home. away from home.. i pray to create home wherever i go. and fill it with beautiful men, beautiful women, animals. and find beauty-full ways to express. in the land of love. real love for real. find me wherever i go. goodbye for now.

you make me wanna smoke first thing in the morning. you make my heart feel empty, and i try to fill it with coffee and smoke.. the snychronicities between us.. you are unable to see. after months of not seeing you, moving to another city from the same neighborhood, after burying your necklace in MachuPicchu and burning your name in the temple, i ran into u in the middle of nowhere before the full moon, exactly a year after i ran into u, and you shake everything inside of me again.. and again.. i am in the same desperate place for a little bit.. i know my heart cannot afford to stay there for a longer time.. i know i take care of my heart now, much better than last year.. so i leave.. with a bitter taste in my heart. i have been to the dark places of loving you and i know i don't wanna lost myself again in those lonely places. i know you don't want to meet me there. we will never know probably, how it would be to meet at the heart of fearless love. i had a taste of most delicious pain. i know this time i am not gonna follow the signs that are gonna take me to the dead end. been there. be blessed. good bye.

a week in the dessert
in the middle of emptiness
without facebook, or electronical connections
telepathize with me

universe city

a new expressive arts modality
embracing and kissing makes you happy
tested on humans and animals
proven with pictures
universe city of real life, streets, mountains, and synchronicities.
learning on the stage, the reflection of our beautiful intention
to heal together with laughter
in the dance of presence
with our organic connection
familiar like a thousand year
passionate like a love at first sight
like puzzle pieces, our souls find each other
in the land of llamas and all the beautiful things
in the magic of crowded streets, and starless night
we see the moon,
she is full
she is fool
she is bewdy-full
like us
like our open eyes that look at the sky
like our beautiful feet on earth
like our invisible wings that takes us to sky
like the rain drops from the sky
like a rainbow or a silver star
like our beautiful bodies reflected in each other's eye,
our open eyes can feel the love.