I travel through time and spaces, creating paintings and poetry under the pseudonym ARTuR.

In the Creative Flow (This work are combined Painting + poetry)

Immersed within the stream of inspiration,
My visions drift like clouds across the skies.
The brush takes flight in quiet levitation,
And words form lines like whispers drawn from dreams and sighs.

The phrases pour, a never-ending river,
As colors bloom and settle of their own.
A healing sip — divine, life-giving shiver —
That feels like breath of light from the unknown.

The heart now sings with joy, all doubt dissolving,
As anxious thoughts recede and lose their might.
To love, create — the soul begins evolving,
And lifts itself toward a higher height.

This flight of art uplifts and ever pleases,
The soul becomes a nightingale in spring.
While Higher Light enlivens all it seizes,
We ride the streams of life on heaven’s wing.

Many Lives

I’ve lived so many lives down here,
Met countless souls both far and near,
Played roles in visions, bold or faint —
The source of thought is shifting paint.

A noble heir in ancient lines,
A homeless drifter lost in time,
A scholar through the trials of thought,
A dreamless fool, by nothing caught.

An optimist, then drowned in doubt,
An introvert who shut the world out,
Both sharp of mind and dull as stone,
A wind set free, aloft, alone.

A handsome face, a twisted frame,
With royal roots or none to name.
In every mask I came to see —
Each role I played was truly me.

To grasp one truth, so clear, so deep:
That all deserve our love to keep.
To feel the cosmos through the heart,
And let attachments fall apart.

Fate

The twists of fate, so unforeseen,
Their shifting course cannot be seen.
Like swans more black than shadow’s breath —
Life’s countless tests, disguised as death.

To walk the edge, to rise above,
Transcending fate with self and love —
Accept yourself, and all you see,
Imagine others — just as thee.

For every truth has place and time,
In worlds not yours, in yours and mine.
And each must choose how they reside —
In the inner dark, or light inside.

To seek your love within your soul,
And share it whole to make you whole.
Or like a beast, let hatred reign,
And tear through lives, inflicting pain.

The choice is ours — to soar or fall,
To heed the higher realms that call,
Or spiral down through shadows deep,
And let the soul in darkness sleep.

One Big Family

The Highest One loves everyone —
The quiet souls, the fiery, wild,
The pure as tears, the cruel and base,
Each wayward, broken-hearted child.

He loves us like a father might,
A mother — hoping night and day
That children, trusting in their hearts,
Will find the light within their way.

The wayward son may yet return,
Through ruins of his shattered dreams,
And find in truth a hope restored —
In faith, in people, and their schemes.

For every loss and sweet illusion,
For all love’s pain, for every scar,
Cannot excuse the spreading shadows
That tears a family’s bond apart.

This family of humankind —
Believe, and hold this truth as flame:
We’ve met before in lives long past,
And walk together now, the same.

Endless War

An endless war within the hearts,
And minds of humankind,
It stings like serpents in the flesh —
A pain so deeply blind.

But how to end this cruel fight,
To seal the source of pain,
To find the path that leads to light,
And bury war’s remains?

Seek out the love for God within,
Let soul-born light arise,
Tame every stream of restless thought
And peace will fill your skies.

Let prayer help — or mantra, verse —
Whichever way you choose.
The path of light is always harder
Then walking darkened routes.

Dissolve the fears that cloud your soul,
Mirages born of lies,
Let go of guilt, of all your sins,
And let the past be light.

A Simple Life

I live a simple life today,
And find delight in little things —
Like drifting clouds that float away,
Or rivers pulled by secret springs.

A mountain stream that coolness brings,
A donkey bearing humble weight,
A tree that offers shade and rest,
A flower breaking through the slate.

A bird that soars in sky above,
A crab that hides in quiet pond,
The swans that eat from gentle hands,
And children’s laughter running on.

And even those who judge my soul —
They see in me what’s theirs alone.
Yet still I’m glad to live and breathe,
Until I leave, as all must go.

Shakti

I am Shakti — I recall
My truth, my power, fully mine.
I soar through lifetimes, hearing all,
And sing a song of the divine.

I drank the poison of desire,
As every soul must one day do.
But now I see: to let things go,
Accept — and life will carry you.

In dance, I found ecstatic peace,
The bliss of being, soft and deep.
In samadhi, I was released,
And joy embraced me in my sleep.

The world around begins to form
From soul’s intent, from light within.
Where harmony becomes the norm,
And chords of beauty gently sing.

For every woman is a flame,
Where light and love eternal live.
So find your Shakti, call her name —
Shine bright, be free, and simply give.

Your Love

The pain within my heart was stilled
By Your great love, so deep, divine.
Within Your hands, O Lord of all,
My restless soul found peace in time.

Now I live with quiet joy,
Though storms may rise throughout the day.
I climb the heights with steady steps,
And gaze upon my soul’s own flame.

I greet the world with open heart,
Release all souls with gentle grace.
For this I thank both life and You —
And onward go, a smiling face.

To You I turn with every breath,
And enter that exalted state,
Where I can fly, unchained, alive —
To love, to thank, to contemplate.

In darkest night I search for You,
And deep inside, I always know:
Your love remains, a steady light
That in my soul continues to glow.

I thank You for the life I live,
For grief and fear have passed me by.
Your sacred blood flows through our hearts —
Your love still shines in you and I.

In the Flow of the Universe

To walk within the cosmic stream,
And watch life’s dance from far away —
The joy, the sorrow, every dream,
The striving hearts from day to day.

Recalling lifetimes long since gone,
My soul’s vast journeys through the skies,
I see the zigzags thought has drawn
Across the ages, shifting sides.

Born in races, tribes, and lands,
In families of every name —
In languages, in faiths diverse…
The mind creates the world’s game.

And like all things, I’m passing too,
This body lent for but a while.
Experience flows not from me —
But through me, with a sacred smile.

An instrument within Your hands,
A vessel shaped by light divine.
The dance of life, as in a dream,
Leads each of us to judgment’s time.

Quantum Leap

We are rich, and we are bright —
The world within, the world around.
We shape, create, inspire life,
Expanding consciousness unbound.

The fires of war have all gone out,
And gardens bloom on every side.
The golden fields of wheat arise,
And joyful hearts no longer hide.

Illusion now we understand —
Transform the cycle of your thought.
With kindness shape the world anew,
Inspire the peace that we have sought.

A leap occurred — a wondrous one —
A quantum shift to realms of grace.
A world of miracles revealed,
The dream of humankind takes place.

Where calm resides within, around,
And bodies flourish, free of pain.
Where technologes uplift,
And Earth begins to thrive again.

Destroyers left and disappeared,
And humans found their sacred light.
Such is the truth that came to be —
From darkness rose a clearer sight.

You read these verses, gave them power,
And through your focus brought them true.
Their lines are now in motion set —
Becoming real, because of you.

Fly

If you have fallen once or twice —
It means you’re made to soar and rise!
You only need the strength to stand,
To stretch your wings with open hands.

And when you’re flying like a star
Toward the dream that calls your name,
You see — it’s all been planned before,
Each trial part of life’s great game.

Hardships tempered you like steel,
Taught compassion, made you feel.
They formed in you humanity,
And shaped your soul’s identity.

There comes a pull — a tempting game —
To walk into the dark with shame.
But heavy is the price you pay
For playing shadows in the day.

Darkness clutches with sharp claws,
It never lets you go with ease.
It drains you more with every pause —
Until you beg for light and peace.

So we learn to fall and rise,
To train our hearts, to see the skies.
And through each stumble, through each pain,
We learn to love — again, again.

Spark of Life

When you have mastered your own storm
And watch it all from heights above,
You feel the urge to help the lost —
To guide them gently into love.

Transform your fate, rewrite the thread,
Don’t waste your life in fear and doubt.
It’s only fear that holds you back —
The cage within, the way without.

I am a flute — and now I sing,
I soar across the boundless skies.
A fleeting spark of living light
That shines with joy through human eyes.

If Suddenly the Heart Sings

If suddenly your heart takes flight,
But love stands silent in return —
To let it go, you have no strength,
A dagger deep begins to burn.

To bless, release, and wish them well —
That’s how true love reveals its light.
While ego brews the darkest storms,
And feeds the fire that leads to night.

What burns inside is not pure love,
But craving’s shadow, sharp and blind.
For love brings peace, and guards the door —
No evil it will ever find.

But when love shines in sweet duet,
A gift descended from the skies —
With deep respect and gentle grace,
Two hearts in harmony arise.

To tear apart such sacred flame
That Heaven gave in kindness true —
The price is cruel, the fate severe,
As demons claim what once was due.

So may we not confuse pure love
With passion’s fleeting, fiery trace.
For only love without the shade
Can hold that timeless, sacred grace.

I see the roots beneath my life
And know this world is full of grace.
I shape the truth within my soul
With love and thanks for time and place.

Storms may rage beyond the glass,
The sun may hide behind the day,
And joy, like warmth upon a cheek,
Might briefly brush and drift away.

The wind can tear the clouds apart,
The world around is always new.
How sweet it is to sip warm tea
When an old friend comes into view.

And what a gift — to truly know
There is someone who understands,
Who lifts your thoughts with tender care,
And helps you see life’s deeper strands.

How vital it becomes to find
Those souls who walk the path with grace —
And guard yourself from beast-like hearts
That tear your spirit into space.