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A Liquid Life

cleaning the rest of the strawberries i got last week from the North of Bali, eating it from a small white vintage cup under the frangipani tree, so fresh, so crunchy... writing this live because i want to share the juice spreading in my mouth from the first big bite, sharp cut into half,

awrrrfghhh...
aliveness...<...

Hymn for The Muses 🍃✨🐉

from a deep listening to the space and silence between lines of words and blank pages, in the same corner and spot, drank my coffee half of the cup and got another one to take out. a very strong calls from a place i have not visited again over three years, with very short hesitation i knew i need to follow the call, even foll...

Dress in Reverence

let me be honest: i'm not sure what to write up on this one honestly, miss re-wilding into nature embrace? and so badly want to go now or...? but instead, Sister Nancy "Bam-Bam" in my ears, drank my coffee more than half and already thinking to get another cup... (i need to organized my mind's space indeed, clearing, clutteri...

PAY MORE ATTENTION is how you started to find ANSWERS

sounds very basic, very simple, but simple things are usually complex, so what to pay more attention to? i've been using this term a lot, every time people asked me what i'm writing about, the answer has always been:

EVERYTHING AND NOTHING

pay attention to everything and to nothing, like ...

Divine Discipline: It's Devotional

had this thought came to me yesterday oh how other reflect back to the devotion they see in my way of living, in my practice, in how i choose to show up for myself.

you can't truly be devotional without anchoring yourself into some form of structure, set of rules, rhythm, and ritual you respect and be accountable, as yo...

Listening to the Wild Muse

Wild Muse embraces her,
in the stillness
and wild presence
pulse of water beneath my skin
the hush between the leaves
a language only soul and spirit understand

i sat with Her voice, in silence
not rushing to answer, not needing to name
letting each syllable drip into my center

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I CREATE AND I WRITE TO SERVE

oufghhh,
the urgency to write this one out loud from yesterday in my 75' drive got me like: okay i need to pull aside and jot down this one out to pages so i could stop the thought that circling out, another thought on this also an awareness of control so i didn't pull aside, holding this on the mind-space all the way to t...

Wild Muse

waterfall of wisdom that stirred that spark within my wild heart, baptized my body and being into pure wild blood.

something so solid and wonderfully soft,
something wildly powerful and incredibly graceful,
something so rooted and beautifully flow,

like a return and a taste of remembrance of my essence, le...

SKIN TO SOURCE: A Cosmic Body

how comeback to Motherland brings me closer to the Greatest Creator,

if i create an "Eat Pray Love" character outta myself and journey, this trinity quite like one. i had Eat in Peru, then pretty much lost in Brazil honestly, kinda random choice (or not) beside a travel-transit before making my way back to Asia...

Wear The Vision, Walk The Prayer

something, something about this place, pulled me so deep to the root and kept my head high in the sky.

second time came in to this place and holy mother, i'm incredibly plugged, first time this living-lounge-art-gallery was closed in renovation possibly, but what the fuck?! couldn't have spent a better dinner ...

SKIN TO SOURCE: God's Genesis

body becomes altar, portal, primordial
this is where God began

earthly, ethereal
before scripture,
there was the mountain of her spine, valley of her hips
this is where God began

the pulse in the womb, the blood, the flesh
this is where God began

never abo...

SKIN TO SOURCE: Scar Clan

the return of the Muse, the return of the wild woman within her

tracing the muses and following to it whispers, like an echo of her, a literal remembrance, deep through sacred land, center of an Andean empire, a land so ancient carrying lives of a thousands, deaths, and reincarnations.

deep and dark, bleeding and...

Echo of the Muse

nothing but a lil spark and shiver of a morning light, a revelation and a silent prayer

an ode to simplicity,
heart bow down to floor,
listening to the muse's call
half (almost) in heaven and half in sin

call it a tease,
she never aim to please.

only to celebrate,
a relentless devotio...

The Muse Lives

one fine morning during my travel to Porto, Portugal this space giving me a spark of light to bring to life, and this specific corner specially: the glass window, the light, the breeze, oh it was an early spring day, i remembered the old building across this apartment, an old lady used to hang the white sheets and some of oth...

Tracing The Muse

there's almost no proper words to express this sacred structure but "HOLY DIVINE MOTHER" like literally, from the height, the air, the altitude, the texture, the freaking structures, built up in the top of the sacred mountain, and really not much that i've known about it but following the calling, a strong call to be there, w...

The Muse & The Mystery

the journey to the creation of self and the evolution of her mystery,
once i wrote:
"(almost) selfish to say that my main inspiration has always been my own mystery"

here taking you to a new Muse series from the Mirage: desert, dune curve, to a sacred structure high up in the mountain of Peruvian Andes, ...

Under Leo New Moon: Mostly the Urge & the Muses

at the place called Mostly, under the warm glow of pink and orange light, nothing really but following my heart desire to get a pot of rosella tea and i've had envisioned myself doing exactly this when i was on bed between cozying up staying inside or out intentionally romanticizing and ritualizing the divine, and here i am n...

Can't Stop: What Moved Me, July

i'm alive, wonderfully alive, i'm whole, and holy

woke up with eyes barely cracked open, but my cells and system are silently screaming at me: "hey it's twenty one past five, you slide sixteen minute longer than your planted intention" awake, awake awake... uuugh, pulled up my blanket, turned to my right side,...

Born Again, Bare

born in the season i never met,
but still i bleed like an autumn leaves ~

skin in soil,
rust in the bone,
gold in the soul.
everything falls, to become more whole.

born again, bare
bare to begin again
body,
and the whisper from the tress.

Last Archive: Radical Prayer to the Self

there's this kind of prayer and devotion, i could never quite able to prompt and frame the into lines of words, but soft warm light on bare skin.

a mirror that holds,
her silent scream and prayer,
a secret and a confession
witnessing layers of her becoming.

almost like a revelation coded in her skin,
...

5:11 AM Unspeakable World

cracked my eyes open before my alarm, tapped on my screen phone: 4:48 AM
could feel it, feel the rush, the rush of aliveness,
the life that is running through every cell of my body to awaken my being
in this holy morning,
in the space in between,
between the soul and the spirit
the veil, very thin.
in t...

Archive No.9

call it ritual.
call it soft power.
call it one leg up straight to God.

pulled a cosmic card,
lit the candle, take the action.

wrote down 69 members like a cast spell
may it pours ~

Soft Archives

not all stories are meant to be told.
many are still etched in silence:

in the curve of back, the space between breath, in the pause between the page turns
this is where i keep them, in the archives.

a body becomes a book, a library of lived moments.
because sometimes you have no other place to write the...

Lost between pages, pearls, and petals

carrying this quiet mystery i found in the autumn rain of Amsterdam,
just after my birthday back on 2023.
a scene that still holds me like an open-ended sentences, where i could get lost forever: between the pages,
the pearls,
and the petals.

lost, and found myself, again and again ~

and mayb...

Before Dawn

after like three days or so my body feels dry, feels empty. like there's no more juice left, like i needed an entire operating system upgrade.

so, i surrender (almost softly, but still not letting go, fully).
tho i rest and i couldn't get up at the hour before dawn.
an hour so sacred, so quiet, i simply adore it.<...

Red Candle Wax Portrait

in honor to the full moon and bowing to my own empire, placing this set of portrait over two years ago to where she belongs,

let the mystery breathes,
and the muse lives ~

a new 7 years of transmission begins, technology and consciousness are reborn

let the tech be the transmission.

An Urgent Transmission

sitting on the back of the scooter, heading for dinner, and God served you this transmission as an appetizer ~

i am turned on in the dinner table

honey,
it's Godly.

She is the Mountain

dig in and safe yourself,
keep the mystery in the higher side ~

from Peruvian Andes to the Island of Gods,
within the distance year, space, and shedding skins
evolutions and experiences,
she travels with the echo of her own mystery, and brings it back home
to her Mother land ~

to the curv...

the whole time i've been living my life fearlessly, yet i'm still full of fear.

for god sake, this hits so fucking deep,
deep in the bones, deep in my being,
shivers in my veins, almost trembles my whole existence.

i'm crying, about to, it is now, no, no, not me crying.

this star, this portal, this alignment, nudging me, like god above and gut within my body, within thirty se...