use of the words is not just casual, it's a cast spell, a word most often than not weight more in it's frequency and vibrancy than how it translated and perceived. a language before and beyond the words...
a language that breathe through the pores of your skin and tingling in your joint
a skin to source activation code, a language that plugged straight from the highest intelligence, from the Greatest Creator. I asked more courage, more courage to receiv...
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...
drip drip drip...
Balinese chant and different instruments echoes in the background, a massive celebration of a holy place, cultures, community, people opening p...
2025-08-20 13:34:33 +0000 UTC View Post
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 followed by long resistance over the 90' drive up lakes and valley, i made it.
yesterday felt like this one of the day i didn't want to show up, tho still: made it to g...
2025-08-15 04:46:46 +0000 UTC View Post
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, cluttering digital space and connection too) if you even and still reading this as wondering what is this woman talking about under whatever she's doing with the banana leafs doi...
2025-08-12 22:54:42 +0000 UTC View Post
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 this you might as well question to what is this woman talking about, writing about? yep, exactly
everything: look closely to the details, to small things, see thing...
2025-08-11 23:52:31 +0000 UTC View Posthad 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 you might as well heard and familiar with the saying: discipline leads to freedom. paradoxically the structure you choose becomes the very path that allows your spirit to w...
2025-08-10 23:14:33 +0000 UTC View Post
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
She whispers,
in the wind brushing the back of my neck
the body remembers before the mind catches
to hold Her presence in my bones
to let Her rearrange the architecture o...
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 the end of my drive.
regrouping in cold freezing hands, sit waiting for my hot tea, before again i get baptize in the holy water of Mother Nature
it's...
2025-08-09 02:30:37 +0000 UTC View Post
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, leading me to the deep uncharted water within this vessel.
washed over old wounds and turned it to state of creation,
bask in Her wild presence.
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, and Bali to be exact i radically Pray and boldly walk the prayer. Chronically Love writing on nothing and everything, and see what life and love brings.
this piec...
2025-08-03 23:34:22 +0000 UTC View Post
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 date like this one, almost like a museum-date or hey it is one with wine in the hand.
eyes wide open, wonder and awe, felt so familiar ~ a fusion of an ancient-futu...
2025-08-03 05:08:18 +0000 UTC View Post
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 above,
never separated from the source
the garden was always inside, within the breathes
coded in her ribcage
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 birthing, solid and spacious
tracing the path to creation, through fertile lands and the river
rich in layers, colors, and minerals, form over millions of years
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 devotion
to oneself.
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 other laundry, and oh the lemon tree ~ if you look closely you could peek that yellow lemon tree.
a vision to what behind and in front of the window could be, nothing...
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, witnessing and breathing in the imprint of the divine.
with nothing to expect, but seeing it with my own eyes, and honestly to check one of the wonder of the world i...
2025-07-27 04:20:57 +0000 UTC View Post
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, teleported through a glass window in Porto, Portugal (literally, a "port", a fcking portal)
it feels like, me, myself, tracing and piecing her presence through laye...
2025-07-26 00:21:55 +0000 UTC View Post
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 now, writing this, exactly how i envisioned, except i'm on the next table.
something about this place lately, so i put my boots on and rock and roll, headphone set, ...
2025-07-24 13:24:45 +0000 UTC View Posti'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, okay can we have two minutes please, ORRRRR maybe not, right?! jumped out.
and she she got an extra ten minutes, eyes closed meditate while doing number t...
2025-07-22 23:41:04 +0000 UTC View Post
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.
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,
white petals and pearls,
holding, truth, tenderness, and vulnerability
discovering that beauty is both fierce and fragile.
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 the dark.
before dawn.
in the shadow of warm light by the side of my bed,
that i covered up with my leopard scarf because it's still to light.
this light, ...
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 ~
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 them,
and it's beyond language translations.
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 maybe, just maybe ~
this whole setup, this moment, this softened light ~
maybe this is the answers.
what if life is nothing but this?
finding beauty in simpli...
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.
you could taste the air, so crips ~
like a moment of a darkness glowing with the unseen light that brushes the sky.
the silence is so loud, almost like sp...
2025-07-10 23:24:43 +0000 UTC View Post
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.
2025-07-10 06:15:23 +0000 UTC View Post
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.
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 curve, the rocks, the stones.
majestic and infinite
whatever the mountain is made of,
she made of the same.
and now,
she's here to move a mountain
th...
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 second of snooze, drifting in and out.
reassuring myself:
i'm taking this aligned action toward my vision, an action driven by my passion,
and my determination ...