beyond the thousands seas, he wrote them each night in the stars
with the love he felt for them.
the poetry of the mind begins with numbers of the souls
we have touched.
moje nebo, 2014
I dream about the silver clouds with golden stars..
“We are very good at preparing to live, but not very good at living. We know how to sacrifice ten years for a diploma, and we are willing to work very hard to get a job, a car, a house, and so on. But we have difficulty remembering that we are alive in the present moment, the only moment there is for us to be alive.”