When I sit with You

  “Upon suffering beyond suffering: the Red Nation shall rise again and it shall be a blessing for a sick world. A world filled with broken promises, selfishness and separations. A world longing for light again. I see a time of Seven Generations when all the colors of mankind will gather under the Sacred Tree

Buddha was never a woman?

“Excuse me, what is this?”. “Protection… accident… spiriiiit.” – he replied in simple English. With the way he was driving a little protection wouldn’t hurt, I was thinking to myself, staring at an unusual talisman hanging from his rearview mirror. I was so absorbed by the play of its colors and dangling sounds, that I completely forgot my initial

Joshua Tree (my favorite place in the whole world)

I look at you How tall and green Alone you stand. And I wonder truly How is it to be you? To watch so many Days and nights go by Like a silent witness. Witness to the land Of an indescribable beauty. Where everything Has its own place. Seemingly peaceful Seemingly the same Yet if

Swallowed to Death

I was riding with you On a dirt road Wind in my hair tears down my face. I was feeling excited by the unknown. I was feeling scared not knowing. I don’t know why I trusted you. When you walked me straight to my death. I saw you laughing with the fire of a dragon

Afraid

You are my love and I know it, The only one and I show it. My love, my fear, my pride, my gear, My passion, my life, my courage, my fright. All of it you are and so much more. My story I can tell you. You know me so well. You know my existence.