Art was never about displaying virtue, it is an innate desire to express the depths of one’s soul.

This is why AI doesn’t scare me as an artist, I enjoy it but it will never satisfy my need to sing my heart out or to splash paint on a canvas when crying or screaming isn’t enough.

It might do it better than me but it cannot feel the despair of an emotion that needs to burst into the intoxicating ecstasy of artistic expression.

It is said that meditation is the practice and preparation for death.

If you can truly be in deep meditation, everything you know disappears. The idea of you leaves and the most subtle presence remains.

That separation can provide an opportunity for a new vision.

As the attachment to the ideals that decorate your personality becomes a little loose, there lies the opportunity for the old to die.

How much do you carry attached to your identity?

How much of that is making your life sweeter?

If you had the chance, would you let it go?

I am as old as the sun

A little throwback to my first single and also my first song ever written. Heavily influenced by my years guiding and participating in singing circles and kirtan groups.

I wrote the song "Who Am I?" as a meditation exercise and then heard the melody in my head, first time singing it felt like channeling and a new way of singing was happening almost by itself.

That's how I discovered my voice.

“Thoughts are like clouds in the sky of your consciousness they go on passing and you go on clinging to each one” Osho

Observe your thoughts as they pass through the sky of your mind but do not cling to them.

The practice of meditation is to observe and if you can do so without clinging to the passing of thoughts, you might find yourself a witness to that presence which is observing them.

In that moment you might ask, am I the passing of thoughts or am I the presence that remains?