There are so many people in the World. Billions of them are dreaming about going somewhere. And billions of them are dreaming about coming back home...

So nice how you said it, and I looked up into the sky to see the raindrops slowly landing in my garden..

A storm

Right in my gardens and all across the Universe..
It comes to invite you, to embrace and to melt you until you are touched by the silence which lands all over you.
The silence of the storm.

And all the while
All the while
I am diving into the music of the colors of my dreams.

There is a song playing through another wall.. and meanwhile my soul is flying high and slowly touching the moment of beauty.

This is an endless road- you know it, and we all go on searching. So do I - I am going back to India. Again and again. To see the places and moments from the past and celebrate the Here And Now! To enter churches and temples, to ride in crowded busses, that will bring me closer and closer to myself.

One thing, that night stroke me - she said, that we all meet God through our fathers. And it stopped me for a while and kept me thinking..

So while the leaves are slowly loosing the beautiful color in my streets, I am leaving on a jet plane...

The gold.

Did I wake up again in an endless field of some already known non-existence?

Difficult to touch it.
Strange.
Should I?
Well, I was thinking were do all our dreams go? Where lives the freedom of my dreams and all those realities?
And then I was thinking where do all the people go? - Where do we all live? Surrounded by our own fears, extasies and loneliness..

I hugged a dog today, and its eyes were full of love. So I was thinking how does it look in Dogs' Heaven?

The church behind my garden looks beautiful, even though - always closed for me.
But while every night I wake up in the middle of the beauty, my trees are getting colored. It is the autumn I love. The autumn comes to paint my streets and forests.
And I love.
It is the gold.
It is the gold of the moment!

Champagne, stars and wonderful people

Sun was shining and I was woken up by candlelight and cake, just like in my childhood.
Coffee on the beach and the whole day full of sun, laughter and joy..
Again and again I was thinking, that life, no matter what, is only and all about people. Nothing else. About remembrance of the small things, that make a big difference.


All about the nightwalk in dunes, about cooking food, drinking champagne, making music and feeling loved.
Feeling special.


There are moments when it is very hard. And in those exact moments you feel how much you have been taken care of.
When your heart is wide open, life can come in.
And it does.
And you can see. One is never alone...