Tear #poem

A swing between the colors of the night and dawn of hearts
(A twist of past through chambers of the mind)

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Stories from the Black Sea

Of course I wish I could have stayed more days. These were the most needed days in a long time. And no, it has nothing to do with the new virus. If it exists, it has a meaning, a purpose. Maybe there was a meaning behind the number 2 I had to bear with surprise. […]

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And so it seems

It only seems to be the end of a beginning lost in space- the single breath the story began with; the tear from the awakened eye- the mother of the oceans, the father of the skies. The root of the eternal wisdom, encircling the space of forms, continually expands. Three times the power of the […]

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The loop

Confined, a part of infinite yet finite in a form, osmotic cosmos only our hearts would know while our limbs, our thoughts and feelings- designed by numbers, equations, laws of ancient pasts remain contingent  on the lowest light. What would it take to exit from the loop? Cutting the cord, renouncing a body pinned on the […]

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Attraction

On the seventh day, we should have rested, cradled in the seventh realm of our heart, the choir of all souls we should  have heard, we should have lived the bliss of breathing light. Bewildered by a myriad of stars, our eyes have drowned into their milky shine; their fast pulsating orbs, our heart pulled […]

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