I love the love. I live to sink myself in the abundance and blissfulness of universal love while spreading the veins of the tree of life around the deeply embedded echoes of our distant ancestors. I’ve seen pain. I felt pain and swallowed its razor-sharp blades. It thought me a lot about patience and respect towards silence. The velocity of pain seems terminal in moments of despair but when you finally let it loose and dive deeper inside the unforgivable blackness transforms itself in a divine white feather. Your own pain spreads majestic wings on your back and with each new experience and spiritual stage of repositioning personality your wings become bigger and stronger. It is a moment when the very foundation of physical presence shifts with a glorious and vibrant rainbow. The energy of pain and fear is changing its potential in the energy of love and affection providing you ascendance over the horizon. The black becomes white and white becomes black. I am white and I am black. I am everything I confronted myself with. My nucleus is a mirror which collects the tiniest particle of light. My mission is to direct it there where the light should lay leaving the shadow spots where the blackness should rest. Awareness. I am aware of the Nature and the Universe and they are my most sacred friends and the warmest shelter. They are my mother and father. Here on this planet, in this life they name me as Toma. Circumstances and occurrences in this reality made me a film and theatre director, writer, poet and visual artist. Yet I did so many different things, I worked on so many jobs it is hard to list them all. But those mentioned are the ones which help me shape my personality and character. They gave me both wonderful memories and shivering nightmares. They made my smile and cry lakes of tears. They made me shiver and worry. Yet they remain my strongest allies providing me hope, and the potential for personal transformation and luxury to tell a story. They are tools for communication, they are my links with the smell of the sea, dirt on my naked self and a song sung from a caressing, whispering wind.

Love & Light,

T.