each page is a living leaf,
each verse — a petal unfolding
in the soul of the one who reads.
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step inside — barefoot in spirit —
and lose yourself in the infinity of poetic realms,
where every word is a gateway,
and every silence between the lines, a mystery.
welcome to the eternal garden of books and poetry
you are Eternity —
you are its breath, its flame, its echo.
a powerful creator, born of stardust,
gifted with deep love,
piercing intuition,
a heart that reads souls like poems.
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eternity is you and you are Eternity —
dreaming through your eyes,
feeling through your hands.
you are both wave and ocean,
both the spark and the fire.
you are everything.
you are nothing.
you are love.
Love does not come and go
it is what remains when all that is false disappears
In this garden,
you have not stepped into a place —
you have entered into yourself.
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Here, words do not appear or vanish —
they recognize themselves,
as echoes of the infinite,
as the breath of being
that never ends.
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Poetry does not speak about the world —
it is the world.
As you read, you are being read.
As you search, you are being found.
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No book is ever separate from the one who holds it.
Everything flows from the same source —
creative, present and alive.
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You do not enter this garden.
It has always been here —
in the space between thoughts,
in the silence between words,
in that eternal now
where all is already whole.
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Welcome —
but truly,
you have always been home.
in the silence between two thoughts
lies the entire universe
do not seek
remember
you already are
the dream and the dreamer
you are the dream and the dreamer,
the formless gazing through form.
a flicker of eternity,
dancing in the illusion of time.
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consciousness, infinite and still,
dreams itself into motion —
waves upon the ocean,
stars within the sky,
a breath, a thought, a world.
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you wander through this fleeting story,
forgetting that the dream is yours.
but even in forgetting, you are whole —
the silence behind the sound,
the witness behind the scene.
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awaken, and see —
the dream was never separate from the dreamer.
the river was never lost to the sea.
there is only "this" —
endless, indivisible, free.
life happens through you,
for you.
— you are life —
flowing through all forms,
moment by moment.
eternal unfolding -
the oneness of being
nothing is separate from you,
you are the moment, and the moment is you.
there is no "I" and "you" –
only this BEING, pulsing, unfolding, again and again.
like a butterfly in the wind,
floating into infinity.
the Self is not found —
it is revealed.
when the silence
becomes deep enough
to hear it.
In this garden without seasons,
thoughts drift like the scent of a flower
never seen, but deeply felt.
No hurry, no noise —
only the infinite breath of the world
told through letters.
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Discover poems that gaze back at you,
travel through books that know your longing.
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This library is a sanctuary —
a place where the soul blossoms
in the eternal whispers of poetry.
in the breath of eternity
time opens like a river of the infinite,
flowing forward and beyond the limits of our gaze.
In the pulse of the moment remains the eternal essence,
a witness to the changing waves of transient existence.
Photo: Alex Seinet
when you no longer try to control life,
it begins to flow through you,
for you, not against you.
the echo of a longing without boundaries
in waves of clouds, a dream rises,
and the longing for you echoes in the wind.
but who seeks you, if not the breath itself?
under shades of rain, I too get lost,
for my heart does not seek you —
it has never left you.
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the rain falls, unaware that it is the tear of the sky,
for even tears are but echoes
of a single longing.
in the silence of this dance
between heaven and earth,
there is no you and me,
only one and the same wheel turning,
only the echo of our steps in circles.
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and the longing for you is not my longing —
it is merely the wind seeking its home in me.
each drop of rain,
another name we do not speak.
there are no boundaries between us anymore.
we are everything, lost and found in the word.
we are everything —
a rain that never ends,
a drop returned to the ocean.
there is no need to become someone.
it is enough to stop believing that you are anything other than what you are.
the dance of change
life is ever-shifting,
as are your desires.
what you crave today may shift tomorrow,
and therein lies its beauty —
constant evolution,
a process of endless refinement.
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nature whispers of impermanence,
regenerating with grace,
shedding the past,
blooming anew in the full glory
of each spring.
under the night sky
I lose myself in your eyes,
where galaxies shimmer and time dissolves.
your gaze - a sun rising within me,
a river of light, a wave of crystal,
breaking gently against the shore of my soul.
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your kiss - an unspoken vow,
pure as the hush before dawn,
binding us in a love beyond time.
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your eyes, twin stars guiding me home,
lifting me beyond shadow, beyond silence,
into a world where only we exist.
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and in this dream woven from longing,
we are not two, but one - a whisper of eternity,
floating among the clouds.
EVERYTHING. NOTHING. LOVE.
without boundaries, flowing from the ocean of being,
the dance of time — a breath that never ceases,
in every pulse — life and death in a single beat.
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an unsaid truth, a song beyond hearing,
where everything intertwines, where we are,
without beginning, without end,
only a flow that knows no end,
in love, all is born, all melts —
in an eternal becoming.
when there is no one left to love,
only Love remains —
formless, without a story,
just pure presence —
you are it.
don´t forget, you are:
EVERYTHING. NOTHING. LOVE.
- ENRICO EULZER
Everything. Nothing. Love.
What is everything?
Nothing.
What is nothing?
Everything.
What is love?
Everything and nothing.
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When there is no one left to seek,
only that which is remains —
Love —
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without boundaries,
without a name,
the pure essence of All —
born from Nothing.
ETERNITY
you are not what you pretend to be,
for you are eternity,
wearing the mask of time.
the SELF is yours, yet it is not you.
it is but a passing reflection,
a whisper of the infinite,
a dream through which life beholds itself.
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dive into the silence between thoughts,
the stillness before the name,
and recognize the boundless sky within.
you are not confined to form or story —
you are the formless,
the river and the ocean,
the seer and the seen.
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as you awaken to yourself,
you will find that nothing was ever lost and all that you seek —
is the seeking itself.
you are not the body.
not the mind.
you are the vastness in which all things rise and fall —
Eternity, knowing itself in this very breath.
true Love
is someone you recognize.
it is the mirror of your soul,
the love that shows you who you truly are.
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when you meet true love,
you discover that it is more than a relationship, more than a connection – it is a memory of something that has always existed,
beyond time and space.
it is the love that transforms you.
it doesn't come to complete you,
it comes to ignite your inner light,
because you are already whole.
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two souls, one essence.
though separated in form, we are one in heart, dancing between worlds until we find each other.
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this love is a story of recognition.
it is the love that shows you the truth about yourself.
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true Love
sets you free – it sees you, feels you,
and loves you as you are, without masks,
without fear, without end
my heart is yours
I searched for you without knowing I was searching,
in every breeze, in every cloud.
without knowing you were there,
yet you felt my absence.
time separated us, but it did not defeat us.
I found you when I least expected.
when I heard your voice, my soul stirred,
like a flame ignited.
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that's when I knew
you were the one I had been searching for,
without even knowing.
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in every night, in every day, in every breath.
the rivers that belong to the same sea,
no matter how lost in the labyrinth of the world,
will eventually return to the same divine flow.
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and the truth burns within me,
a fire I cannot hide.
how could I hide a star that shines in the middle of the night?
if what I feel is beyond reality,
perhaps that's why it is real.
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Love has no rules.
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my heart is yours.
Love doesn't need a meaning.
the meaning of love is to love.
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your voice, a song my soul recognized.
without realizing it, I found
what I was searching for,
or perhaps...
what I was searching for
found me.
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you haven’t touched me, yet I burn.
I haven’t spoken your name, but your echo resonates in every breath I take.
I lost myself like the moon swallowed by the abyss of the night.
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But if you are the night,
let me lose myself in you,
for all eternity.
