Power of space…..

We know that violence happen between people, but so does healing. That’s where it starts. So we know the power lies in people, in relationships, in a community healing itself. One of my favourite qoute by Viktor Franklin in “Man’s Search for Meaning” is;

"Between stimulus and response, there is a space."
In that space, is our power to choose our response. And in our response lies and growth and our freedom.

Our goal is to literally infiltrate the space in between violent stimulus and response, with mental health knowledge and skills. So the communities can pave their own way to healing and resilience.

Vision of eyes…

Life needs time..

Time needs a step..

Step needs a movement..

Movement needs strength..

Strength needs will..

Will needs an idea..

Idea needs a thought..

Thoughts needs a vision to see..

And vision needs your eyes..

So lift your eyes up and see.

Game of Unconsciousness…


Where is my vision?

The unflagelated inosense of dreams
like a protagonist among trees
mere a shitle rack over creeds role
desire of being, wore like a black stones,
The game of mind, an invisible goal
without a sequence, where to Toll
The transcendent duplicity of sunflower
Now, it looks like an Unconscious shower..

Chaotic Colors…


Life maybe white, maybe black
but don't choose one to be complete.
Not every white is pure, some are like sky
which contains a darker part beyond it.
Not everyblack means dead,
some contains a lively soul beside their darker cloak..

Being an artist….





As a child I wasn’t aware of a word Artist..

So I never bother to think..

But the start and continuation of steps in the wordly ladder ..

lead me toward being silent..

which born an artist..

that ended up in the art of understanding..

How a player use repetition…


An unknown person messaged today, which was some times ago a known person...

That's how he played with words:

" You forgot to smile..
I loved you..
You hurt me..
You came back to me..
You left me..
I waited for you..
You are mine..
You are mine..
You are mine.."

How should a person reply...

Philosophy of ‘Is’…


I cann't hold,
faces that was mold..

I cann't hold,
untunned rhymes of my wounds..

I cann't hold,
the shame of being cold..

I cann't hold,
phases of being a joke..

I cann't hold,
tears for my own cone..

I cann't hold,
reckoned stake for stole..

Now,
I cann't find,
the philosophy of 'is'
in my own role..