The way we move is poetry. 

The way we move is poetry. The rhythm and flow breathing through the heart. It is a sacred melody sung by the body and nurtured by the inherent nature and spirit of all life.

To taste life in its depths has always been my innermost longing. Deeply inspired by the art of yoga I found my way. Day by day I bring my body into the depths of a sacred silent flow, in which I open an intimate and deep experience of life and spirit. By every breath and move I travel deeper into life, touched and pervaded by the magic of an inner divine presence of illuminated light. 

I recognize the essence of my being, the sacred roots of existence that breathes through me as a raw sweetness of love. Depths of silence. An inner alertness, a sense of eternity, an omnipresent God.

Raw rocks & nature at the island Tilos Greece.
In the depths of silence I am moved into a space of beyond. Sacred whispers of eternity. Held by love as I travel along. My body is my temple. My breath is an anchor bound to life. Touched by grace as I move into the womb of eternity. A vast omnipresent sacred space.

Our bodies are our temples upon Earth. In every move and breath we breathe spirit into life. It is a sacred silent flow. A profound prayer of devotion in which a celestial life unfolds. 

In my practice I seek to purify every corner of my being, the darkness within my heart and along the spine. Like the leaves fall from the trees in the winter and bring the core of nature into rest, I let old leaves and deep rooted pain stored within my body fall to the ground. A move of redemption in which I find a sacred rest so profound.

I bring the core of my body into rest. Give space for new seeds to be planted, new visions to bloom. Soft in my shape. Untamed and free, I allow myself to breathe. Fragile and yet so strong, rooted in humble devotion, an inner sacred song.