Fins and Estons

I love to imagine how I am here to connect Estonian and Finnish lineages back into one. Our traditions have parted from each-other through out the centuries and many teachings of our ancestors have been split into two – Finns being manifesters of presence here and now and Estonians representing the tender side filled with love and joy.

I believe it is time to combine those great Songs of the both sides, so an ancient teaching will merge again to give strenght and clarity to the Baltic Finnic nations, who once stood high in their glory. Their roots reaching deep down into the earth and at the same time, blessed by the heavens.

There is this place in Estonia, which is called Taevaskoja (Heaven’s keep). According to the legend: it was a place, where the gods passed down from the heaven and mortals became gods. There was no separation, there was only truth and unity between realms of existence.

I believe, it is time to bring back this ancient wisdom of my people. Finns and Estonians merging together, as they were in the beginning truthful brothers and sisters. We just have to connect the deep underlying roots of Finns and the heartful lightness of Estons.


All in one

In this creativity
my creation reflects
purest of essences

Telling stories of worlds
out here, so we say outer
filled with tones of joy

Those miracles
are like pure
song of dolphins



Silence in motion
is an eternal heartbeat
A great potion of amour

Silence is essence
in an eternal movement
you and I in creation

From moment to moment
every portion of thy
is released upon
In this movement
that is sacred

Fantasy shop

In the shop of fantasies
there are chocolate bars
and little known compounds

Orange blossoms smiling
corners full of wonders
known as organic living

Lads with quirky faces
having all that smirk
from fantastic joys
of living raw

Angels of peace

The angels of peace
came to my home
to lighten it up
in a memory of grace

They sang little prayers
and invoked violet flame

Archangels laughed with joy
and my little dog barked

The angels of peace
luckily brought
a sense of silence
to heal this place


Rising with a winter bird
she is falling like those
leaves of snow, as we know

Frozen skies have liberated
her essence from our world
no one is there to take her

She is forever free in midst
of white flowers, mountains
and rivers, that still flow


This grace has thought
a lot of ways to receive
blessings I have sought

forget all that is heavy
and life is creation
benevolent and not weary

Our thoughts meet again
being part of this
abundant dance of rain