ETERNITY
You are not what you pretend to be,
For you are eternity, wearing the mask of time.
The SELF is yours, yet it is not you.
It is but a passing reflection,
A whisper of the infinite,
A dream through which life beholds itself.
Dive into the silence between thoughts,
The stillness before the name,
And recognize the boundless sky within.
You are not confined to form or story—
You are the formless,
The river and the ocean,
The seer and the seen.
As you awaken to yourself,
You will find that nothing was ever lost,
And all that you seek is the seeking itself.
You are not the body.
Not the mind.
You are the vastness in which all things rise and fall—
Eternity, knowing itself in this very breath.
Ecoul unui dor fără hotare
În valuri de nori, se-nalță un vis,
Și dorul de tine răsună în vânt.
Dar cine te caută, dacă nu însăși suflarea?
Sub umbre de ploaie, mă pierd și eu,
Căci inima mea nu te caută—
Nu te-a părăsit niciodată.
Ploaia cade, neștiind că e lacrima cerului,
Căci nici lacrimile nu sunt decât ecouri
Ale unui singur dor.
În tăcerea acestui dans
Între cer și pământ,
Nu există tu și eu,
Doar una și aceeași roată ce se învârte.
Doar ecoul pașilor noștri în cerc.
Și dorul de tine nu este dorul meu—
Este doar vântul care își caută casa în mine.
Fiecare picătură de ploaie,
Un alt nume pe care nu-l rostim.
Nu mai sunt granițe între noi.
Suntem totul, pierduți și regăsiți în cuvânt.
Suntem totul—
O ploaie care nu se sfârșește,
Picătura întoarsă în ocean.
In waves of clouds, a dream rises
And the longing for you hums through the wind.
But who seeks you, if not the breath itself?
Beneath the shadows of rain, I lose myself too,
For my heart does not seek you—
It has never left.
The rain falls, unaware it is the sky’s own tear,
For even tears are but echoes
Of a single longing.
In the hush of this dance
Between sky and earth,
There is no you, no me—
Only the turning of the same endless wheel,
Only the echo of footsteps circling back to themselves.
And the longing for you is not mine alone—
It is the wind, seeking its home in me.
Every raindrop,
A name we no longer speak.
There are no more borders between us.
We are everything, lost and found within the word.
We are everything—
A rain that never ceases,
A drop dissolving into the ocean.
The Dream and the Dreamer
You are the dream and the dreamer,
The formless gazing through form.
A flicker of eternity,
Dancing in the illusion of time.
Consciousness, infinite and still,
Dreams itself into motion—
Waves upon the ocean,
Stars within the sky,
A breath, a thought, a world.
You wander through this fleeting story,
Forgetting that the dream is yours.
But even in forgetting, you are whole—
The silence behind the sound,
The witness behind the scene.
Awaken, and see—
The dream was never separate from the dreamer.
The river was never lost to the sea.
There is only This—
Endless, indivisible, free.
In the Breath of NOW
time unfolds as the river of infinity,
Flowing both before and beyond the limits of our sight.
In the pulse of Now, the eternal essence remains,
A silent witness to the shifting tides of fleeting existence.
Each breath, a spark —each heartbeat, a glimmer within the boundless ocean.
What we perceive is but a shadow of the infinite vastness,
And within us lies the space that births all,
The silent, unspoken architecture of the universe.
Photo: Alex Seinet
EVERYTHING.NOTHING.LOVE
Boundless, silent, flowing from above.
The dance of time, a fleeting breath,
In every pulse, life and death.
A whispered truth, a quiet song,
Where all things meet, where we belong.
No start, no end, just endless flow,
In love, all things eternally grow.
The Dance of Change
Life is ever-shifting, as are your desires.
What you crave today may shift tomorrow,
and therein lies its beauty—constant evolution,
a process of endless refinement.
Nature whispers of impermanence,
regenerating with grace, shedding the past,
blooming anew in the full glory of each spring.
Eternal Unfolding: The Oneness of Being
Nothing is separate from you; you are the moment, and the moment is you.
There is no "I" and "you" – only this BEING, pulsing, unfolding, again and again.
Like a butterfly in the wind, floating into infinity.