Short story of the thief of hearts.
Guidance of the Wind
Meditation is a key or a path to the inner self. To reach the inner sanctum of a human being born through losses.
Steering the wheel by yourself — being the master of your own fate — is the hardest of challenges.
Surrounded by Yellowing Leaves…
I like to just sit on a bench and silently watch. The world is a fascinating place, forever telling stories. With a bit of imagination even the smallest things can be interesting.
I wrote this poem after some dark moments within the University.
Sometimes I just feel lost and lonely, because it is hard to find one’s place, when cheerful careless life seems so distant and alien.
I dreamt of a fox I could not reach. It was looking at me with eyes like the stars themselves. I reached out, yet I could not touch it. I felt its calling, that something is wrong… I woke up, shaking… And I was right, something was amiss indeed…
Song of the Fox, who’s tears created the Great Lakes of the World.
Legend of the Birch
A sweet little saga, that the skálds of the north sing on a dark cold night.
Once upon a Dream
I have dreamt of a fox who was looking at me. I tried to reach out, but my arms were not long enough or it was too far… I can not say. But I know that it was telling me something… It was no battle, but a massacre. Yet the warrior survived… Sought refuge in the forest,...
Birds are born to be free…
If you truly love someone or something, you do not try to imprison them…
Ode to the Stars
Countless stars upon an endless sky, Each bearing a dream fond by us. Nevertheless, to bring them nigh, To make it true, do as thus!