Unspoken is whatever we have not desired with all our heart.

In our brief life, so many roads, so many miracles and blessings and glories, but also so many curses and denials, grief and contempt,continuous waves on the planetary seas that come and go, and they crawl us into the vast heavens,n that quiet rhythm universe listen to your heart beat.

The time has come to give back our heart to itself, to light the spark to eye, to stay vigil with yearning on lipsso, open your wings, beat your feathers and will rising again on the heaven, on the heaven which only is higher than the heaven,

All humans on earth are one. We descend from the same family of common ancestors. We are, in a quite literal sense, siblings, and like siblings we depend on each other's love and care and responsibility. We are interdependent not just in our families and communities, but in nations, and increasingly on a global scale - just as we are also interdependent with nature and the earth.

The Multiplicity and the Unity are one and the same thing, a thing that is both many and one at the same time. The waves, and the currents underwater, make up the ocean. The ocean is the underlying basis for every wave. Neither the ocean, nor the waves, can be understood in isolation from each other.

The science of Chaos teaches us that everything is interconnected, but the contemporary developments in neuroscience, getting started with the brain neurons and their multiple connections, reveal the topology of the brain, a miniature of the universal geometry of everything.

You came in to this world with enough light to find your way out of the dark, enough kindness to save a soul, enough love to shift a planet. Don't worry, you are equipped with all you could ever need. Look with in, you are drenched in magic.

Our souls are tied across universes, there is unbroken continuity, you see the love is more powerful than death, so let the winds of the heavens to dance with you and give your smile at the other's welcome.Alexis karpouzos

We are a short poem in a endless emptiness page, words are lighthouses that ignites and struggle to deliver light to the dark edges of the infinite, and mystic sounds struggle to give voice to the unlived beings, to bore a young soul to the gate of birth.