The Guest House

This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor. Welcome and entertain them all even if they are a crowd of sorrows, who violently sweep your house empty of its furniture, still, treat each guest honorably. He may…

Bitter Salt

An Arabian Tale of The Three Daughters by Mongolian Poet Misheel Chuluun “The fairytale I’m referring to describes Salt as Bitter, however, the use of the word “bitter” references more than authenticity to this allegorical tale, but also to the bitterness of life when you experience loss. It’s ironic that the father causes so much…

Dream teacher of the soul cloud

The last one anyone believes, is the eldest soul who can never be conceived. Seekers of the small inner voice, will find a breath of memory, much like the ocean of forgetfulness who finds sleep instead of dreams. When we first met, you were all smiles at the great Dawn, feeling as if you had…

Eseme’s Dreaming – The Borderlands of the Kozmetikai

My sisters barely remember their dreams at night, whispered the old dreamer. We have replaced them with hypocritical swords and words, which crippled the ancient storms of nature’s magic. Never can we permanently stop the invisibility of such flight, we just don’t remember what is important to our soul anymore. Long ago, the forest tragically…