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.

my phone is back as the mercury goes direct
thank you Creator
please continue to save our souls and bodies from disasters.
back yard returns my phone.
arlo is still away. showing himself for a couple of minutes.
every now and then.
time to be on the move.
i am welcomed to another rites of passage.
with sun flowers, big orange butterflies, and humming birds..
thank you Creator,
creating all of these.
may my path crosses with them more often.

a love, out of my comfort zone, feels very comfortable.
in geographic impossibilities, my gypsy soul finds itself.
i don't know what to dream.
my desires do not meet on the same time zones.
how two paths crossed in the lands of dream
can feel so real.
without touching.
without waking up to sleep talks, and sleep moves..

so many pages in different books.
chapters of the life.
)*( is a serious businezzz
rites of passage is what it iz
thank you helping me to realize my bliss.
opening my way to follow it,
crossing my path with beautiful beings,
connecting me to the spirits.
i am aware of the dark.
i feel the spirit of the forrest they are cutting down. the pain of every tree.
my tears are not coming easily lately, like a river getting bigger inside of my heart.
it is gonna float. like the spring. it is spring somewhere around the world.

Dear Diary,

Dear Diary,
I was in Peru. I have felt the Mother Earth inside my every organ. i have felt the moon, the stars. despite crowded noisy streets of big cities. i am the queen of synchroni'cities. queen of infinite diamonds. Hello Diary, my name is Cosmic Gypsy.
Dear Diary,
I fell in love with Peru and I fell in love in Peru. The details are not your business dear online diary. i have written for years. now i write my diary online, and the magic is in the details, for those who are able to see the hidden connections of hundreds years old souls. our beautiful souls, our beautiful faces, our beautiful bodies. Silver toes, silver fingers, silver stars, gold star nipple. dear diary, i know how to love. he has an 'open' relationship and an 'open heart'. he lives hundreds of miles away. he is happy with his tribe. dear diary, he has a beautiful heart and beautiful eyes. with some tears on those eyes, he looks at me, i feel loved. i feel his joy. i feel his juiciness. i feel his sadness, i feel his tears. goodbye hugs, goodbye tears. grieving with a smile. of love. in love. my heart is timeless. and spaceless. oh my gypsy heart. i release you to the hands of the universe. i flow. i receive. i dance like a fool. i dance, I'm full. watching my unknown adventure. from my attic room. Dear Diary, this the story of a Cosmic Gypsy.
Sincerely,
Ezgi

llamas, betty boop and magic

magic
come home
2 in the morning
after a tour of the city of san francisco and oakland
with the moon following. orange and close to the ocean.
i have never made love in this house.
i have been speechless
spiders
weave our dreams.
my heart
              already is open.
can turn into poems
(or into a dance)
it can turn into quite days of grief.
it can turn into tears.
it can turn into touch.
from timeless space to 'to do list'
for another timeless space with unknown character.
Every moment is new
La Mariposa
asymmetrical
faces
in polarities.
the ecstasy of joy.
the tears of loneliness.
we are lost in this space
alone in the end. but we know we are 1.
a feather
a gift from the sky
for my open eyes
heart beats! what are u trying to say?
earthquake! u're shaking me inside.
with fear.
that's how two human bodies react. when they meet hundreds of years later in mother earth.
with a woman. with a man. with an android creation of a butterfly.
i memorized your smell.
I was mesmerized.
irresistible perfumes don't go well with my
bare skin.
i sweat. wet.
dreams
weave
our silly and wise
imagination.
i sit still.
after a few rollies.
with my empty stomach. i welcome the medicine.
rainbow wings.
feeling conscious about my soul's intensity.
a welcoming journey. unknown. known for thousands of years.
i am a babe.
i'm old.
look i'm a little girl.
i am a snake.
butterfly or a spider.
explosion of animal totems.
dragonfly connections
eagle intentions. or the grace of the swan. with my libra moon. 113303311.
i transform
into another form.
here is good. çok şükür.

be4 peru, after a holotropic journey of hundreds years old, we had a music festival in our backyard.

i am in love with all of my roommates and some of my neighbors. the organic realness of manifestation. making 'things' happen. silent participation, loud expressions and all the way of 'beings' in between. I see . I am seen. with my pure awareness. with my open heart. art is on the stage. the rawness. some hearts bleed. some hearts heal. some hearts beat faster. some hearts need time to beat again faster... we love with our fucking heart. fuck fuck fuck love love love and all the actions in between. sometimes not ready to fuck. sometimes too afraid to love.

home hella sweet home

Gracias Panchamama, La Kia, El Sol, Amor, Aire, Agua, Tierra, Fuego.. muchas gracias. i know you are everywhere. wherever i go, i feel your presence and protection. sunflowers welcome me. home hella sweet home. Bonita Dias, Bonita Noches. Gracias.