It starts with a feeling.

It’s the rhythm, pulsation, frequency.

The Universe is a breathing ocean. We are the waves.

I go where white clouds gather and watch them performing adventurous stories.

I observe big wise trees whispering the essence of life.

I merge with falling leaves to feel what they feel when slowly letting it all go.

I step into tranquility when birds are still asleep, I record stillness deep under my skin.

Between soft and tiny drops of the blue morning mist

First golden rays start to break through.

The Sun is rising and I am losing myself in this moment.

We live in a magical world where miracles are the natural order of things.

Everything is conscious.

We dance together.

Evanss Liberts