“Butterfly in the Plaster” is learning to talk

Butterfly is learning to speak

“how much it costs”? was ranging in my ear as I traveled around the city. This uproar stopped only when I reached home.
In other words, God has used my path to study my heart.


Road condition affects traffic, but the direction of our movement is determined not by the technical condition of the road surface but by the spirituality of the person.


When I named what I saw, I realized what I really wanted.
The blind man followed Jesus for a long time, but Christ opened his eyes only after the blind man had asked the Lord Himself.
God knows our dreams and He will give everything, but we must ask for it ourselves.
Now, looking out the window, I am fascinated by the street I had passed. It didn’t bother me anymore because I realized the secret I was meant to comprehend.


Dear God, I ask for Your help to see the true light of life in the darkness of our ambiguous day, and please help me write down these visions clearly in order what is poetry about could become the tangible , would get the flesh and blood, in order to reflect the true beauty of Your Word.

Here is the DVD of my pictures

The most beneficial activity

Typically, the words come out as of itself at the meeting of friends. However, the reports of these chats rarely inspire the passersby. What makes the openness the noise? Why does the sages’s dreams about the community of thoughts and feelings became the wish for secure shelter?
While searching for the answer, I have found the writing in the foreign language the most beneficial thing I could take as a shield to protect my eyes from my thoughts. Just think. While writing in English (in the language I dont hear on my daily walk) I must open the dictionary prior saying a single word. What could be more profitable than questioning what’s this? Wow, my surroundings appear in the new light now. The search for the name of what lay’s underfoot throws down the masks, and what was used to disguise as the dust uplifts my eyes. Could you imagine yourself meditating on what could the word oak mean?
Joy of discovering the essentials becomes the daily bread as I try to talk in the language I dont hear in daily conversations.

Thank you

I know snow is white, but it isn’t so by the road… However, snow reflects the heaven lights and your comments do alike, transform my reality.

here we are


“A person needs a little madness, or else they never dare cut the rope and be free.”
Nikos Kazantzakis, Cretan author and philosopher, 1883 – 1957

hiding in a shot

even the dirt look nice … when snow cover him. Then everything becomes white and high discussions on “the Art&the world” leave the stage to the personalities-to you

miracle of the love

We all have heard a story “7 Wonders of the World” steen thousand times.
However, let’s look at it once more.
The miracle is not a success to master something extraordinary, but the human capacities to see, to hear, to touch, to taste, to feel, to laugh and to love.
In other words, the miracles differ between judging by appearances, but our spirit blossoms the same as at near Egypt’s Great Pyramids so in St. Peter;s Basilica or on China’s Great Wall.
The failure to discern that produces a mess and puts us in despair. That’s why there are just 7 Wonders, while they should be recognized in every single our step

wow, I’m alive till now

At a beach, sea kisses fine sand and the bare feet seal a story about the beauty of our footprints … The nature creates the metaphors that are incredible rich with insights into the mystery of our inner world that shapes everything we see or handle.
There is just one problem. The waves hide our footprints, and just one question remains:
was it my choice?