There's no need to travel anywhere. Journey within yourself.

Hear from the heart wordless mysteries.

Daylight, full of small dancing particles. Can you see them when I whisper in your ear?

Is your face a beautiful blossom or a sweet torture? I have no complaints but my heart is tempted to let you hear of its sorrows.

Once the seed of faith takes root, it cannot be blown away, even by the strongest wind - Now that’s a blessing.

Suddenly the drunken sweetheart appeared out of my door. She drank a cup of ruby wine and sat by my side. Seeing and holding the lockets of her hair My face became all eyes, and my eyes all hands.

Christian, Jew, Muslim, shaman, Zoroastrian, stone, ground, mountain, river, each has a secret way of being with the mystery, unique and not to be judged.