Pray for me today.
It is my turn to walk through the darkness
rising an inner sun.

Pray for me today.
I have found who cast this blizzard of bullshit
on the face of this very moment.

Pray for me today.
I am not afraid of myself being afraid
meeting the friend in every stranger.

Pray for me today.
I realised standing in love is a deeper form
of falling, heart wholeness is steadfast.

Pray for me today.
I need to hear your voice,
how you rescue my ruined life, my soul.

Pray for me today.
It is your chance to reach across time
and space, to catch a glimpse of fleeting beauty.

Pray for me today.
The distance is my nearness
I have never been so close, away.

- Sasha Dodo
26.08.2026

I have visited all the nooks
and crannies of our beloved town,
and I could not find you there.

Even the street of sincerity
is full of self-deception these days.
There the torments of conscience
walk unconscious.

The house where love once reigned
turned into the antique market place.

Nobody seems to understand my words,
as if I have chosen to speak
a forbidden language.

My friends are all gone without a trace
and no one here recognizes their faces.

The tree under which we were
sheltering our longing is cut,
and now you could be punished
for lying on the grass.

I am crying without tears,
carrying a question
you gifted me last time.

Sasha, not everyone in this life
can be loved and feel beauty,
why wouldn’t we do something about this?

- Sasha Dodo

(27.5.2026 Chiang Dao)

What is this failure following you
like a shadow?

Let’s stop here, by this stream
and put our feet in its water.

Have a look where you release your trauma,
it’s running around, traumatizing other people.

This dirty pet, scampering
over your best friends wedding table.
And you, pulling the table cloth
towards your chest upset,
that this has not been received as a gift.

Resentfully holding your ground
it is hard to admit you are not the center
of this gathering.

When this little beast jumps back into your arms,
you look around searching who’s to blame.

Have you seen yourself blown up
like a lonely soap bubble, surfing
the foam of the days?

You feel helpless and its hard to breath
with these hands around your throat.
Aren’t they your own?

Does blaming oneself soften their grip?

Aren’t you right where you need to be
but not knowing where it is?

Even with forgiveness,
the wounds of yesterday
won’t disappear tomorrow.

In this strange town we live together
who can teach us how to read our history?
What is essential to remember
and what should we immediately forget?

Do not believe blindly those
who while drunk on wine teach,
the pain itself is the cure.
Taste it for yourself.

Sasha,
these words are explosive particles
of gentleness.
When they pause in the right company,
something miraculous is about to happen.

No matter how much you try,
there won’t be a safe place for you
in this town.

What you’ve got is what you’ve given.
What you leave behind,
will follow you wherever you go.

- Sasha Dodo

(4.5.2026 Hoi An, Vietnam).

Today I am ready to learn
and the teacher has arrived
with a bottle of wine.

This is outrageous,
as I do not drink,
how could I?

Then my friend, you won’t learn.
Love is the secret ingredient
of any profound understanding.
See how we look into each others eyes,
you have no idea how beautiful you are.

There is a teacher within us
but we are still like kids,
running away from study.
We would rather play with toys,
look for something sweet, and
mimic what adults do.

I wish I will grow up before I die.
I’m telling myself, refusing the teachings.

Do not try to wake someone up
who has just fallen asleep
after a long days work.
When the sun will rise
it will happen by itself.

Who seems to you awakened
has fallen asleep, way before you did.

Sasha,
in the deep sea of longing,
there is fisherman
with the shortest fishing line
being caught by the biggest lie.

Throw away this creaky love ladder,
close your book, and read
what’s in your heart.

There is someone behind,
on the other side
quietly loving you,
playing hide and seek.

- Sasha Dodo
(22.4.2026 Hoi An, Vietnam)

Once in a lifetime we should come together
with our enemy or best friend
to drink a lot of wine and read
the finest poetry.

Laughing and crying while listening
getting silent at the edge of pretending
we understand.

Where there is always someone behind
asking who will pay the bill
for all that has been done,
and what address should they deliver
those ecstatic bodies bonded as one
dancing so high, unable to walk.

Aren’t we brothers?
Aren’t we sisters?
Aren’t we lovers?
These no longer matter
when we are that near to each other.

Both naked
witnessing the street
as the street
and the moon
as the moon.
And the question
a stranger asks you.
Where are you from?
Stuns you both with wonder -
should we write a poem?

And when you’ve finished
the silence returns,
you will realise the stranger
was just a statue on the square,
pointing to the same beauty
that gave birth to the poem
you wrote.

Sasha,
the tongue of the invisible
reached far enough to tickle
all your triggers.

This is the moment
to praise your gift
of passing on your giggling inspiration,
like nobody else.

And it’s precisely when
instead we should praise
that taste of the other world
freely given through you.

- Sasha Dodo

(12.4.2026 Hoi An, Vietnam)

In the middle of the darkest night
in the province of the inner heart
a squirrel rides a cat.

Here it is,
a blast of light
in ridiculous shape
at the doomsday party
of despair.

Oh, my dear friend,
make your wise ears grow big
for what we are about to face.

It is not enough to have a good point of view
from the mountain of your past experience.

It is time to grow properties of the miraculous,
not of the brains.

How much longer are you willing
to sacrifice yourself
for the false taste of freedom?

Pickled strawberries!
Is a drastic way to describe
how dangerous the world
behind these words,
when it’s realised inside
your rational mind.

When by grace, such as this poem,
the mirror with the image of self breaks,
it leaves behind an open door
to the service of being the unimaginable.

The judgment of the judgment
will be the last deterrent before entering.

Sasha,
when you can’t be with your child,
it’s for you to recognise
the whole world is a children’s garden.

To fully grasp the soul’s play,
do not put oneself aside,
swing on the swing.

- Sasha Dodo
(17.09.2024 Mae Rim)

A stranger asked me:
married man, how can you sleep
with the same woman for years
and stay awake? You seem so straight!

Well, let me see you first.
Your face reminds me of a friend,
who planted a seed of freedom in his mind,
that grew into a colorful balloon
by which he flew up high into the sky.
Since then, I’ve never seen him return
to the ground.

Listen,
this marriage is one made in pre-eternity.
When you drink wine from this bottle,
it clears the vision for what comes first,
your soul, or your body.

This same woman, my wife,
with whom I fall asleep and wake up
every day, is not the same.

My genderless friend,
we got confused in the play of love,
because we have forgotten the taste of something
that comes from outside of space and time.

The wind moves the dry leaves
in the back of your garden,
it reminds you of the sound of rain,
this poem - a bell, ringing in your house,
reminding you of a guest waiting at the door.

How long have you been walking
the end of this road?

What should happen to us lovers,
so that we get drunk together,
and not worry in which cup the wine is poured?

We all have different lessons to learn
when we drink from that bottle.
Yet it’s taste turns our gaze
towards the same horizon,
so that we can lean on each other’s presence,
letting the light shine on
what we appear to be and what we are.

We refuse to drink only when
we are too smart to notice
how foolish we are
in loving our preferences.

Have you noticed
how quickly empires collapse,
promising another violent solution
to our problems?

There is a friend
who could slap you in the face
for being sober, even for a moment.
The sweet pleasure
of not being in his company
is understandable.

Sasha, you don’t have to speak
to every stranger on this market.
Who would even hear you
in such a noisy place?

You see this tricky question
as another trap for beauty,
You fall into it with joy, again
repeating yourself.

Better walk quietly,
letting the thieves
steal your poetry.

- Sasha Dodo

(29.03.2026 Chiang Dao, Thailand)

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The Sun has come through
the open window of your sleepy house,
the time of living in shadow
come to an end.

These decades of humiliation
a precious pressure
has given the right amount of thirst.

You see this face like your own,
one who hasn’t been blessed
to suffer long enough
for the candle to arrive
to the centre of their being.

When they laugh or cry
they don’t have the nectar of beauty
that only the broken hearted emit.

Grapes ripened and then taken down,
into a jar of sweet darkness.
Beautiful, punished for their inner gift
and false maturity,
locked into themselves
for a time of longing.

In the absence of the circles of sun,
they struggle, bubble and die charmed.
Turning into the substance
that will unthirst the soul.

There are teachers of darkness
that can help you learn
how to undertake the journey
and cause the precise suffering,
that will reveal the invisible thread.

It is so good to live away from love.
To be in a comfortable distance
from it’s disturbing presence,
rooted far enough
from it’s subversive transfiguration.
Building a stable, worthy life
that suits the mind and pleases the body.

Yet deep inside
silenced to death,
you are reaching out with love letters,
to confirm that nothing good
will come out of this goodness.

There are friends with many faces,
they will be the first to betray you
and the first to teach you
not to turn away.

There is no reason to expose this play,
as true friendship will reveal itself
before you get to know it.

Therefore, my friend
it is a true elegance
to remain implicit,
In displaying only
what you are not.

Sasha,
the question of father and son
is one of the power of love.
This power is not over the other,
it is over oneself.

The absence of fatherhood
is for you to discover your own
where you rise, nurtured from within.
Loving someone who has no face.

Have you properly gazed
into how artfully you plot
to oversleep this life?

Look, what an incredible success!
Sure enough, this hard work too
deserves proper admiration!

What are you when you are not asleep?

Rain brings lovers to the house,
where everyone is drunk on deep listening.
There are servants of beauty,
dressed in the robs of blame,
pouring poetry with wine,
all over the place.

Wake up!
Within your heart
a thousand garden seeds.

- Sasha Dodo

(25.3.2026 Chiang Dao, Thailand).

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You have a heart,
but does the heart have you?

Whom do you want to deceive?

The rain is falling all over the place,
yet for you my friend it has no time.

Nothing has ever touched you.
Everything moves past.

Even the collective-human monster
does not catch your scent.

Its eyes bulge from every corner
yet notice none of your beauty.

With its ruinous lips
it misses your palms.

With its loosened tentacles
it prods and probes
yet cannot find your breast.

No one is there to remember
the weight of your existence.

There’s been no acquaintance’s
with you.

You are a thing that never was.

They will believe in anything,
but not in you.

You are like a melted glacier
dreaming that it is still immense.

Sasha,
return from where you never were.

Your desires found their liberty.
Your dreams long ago retired.
Your memory forgot itself.

Listen from within your ribcage
and keep it a secret.

Your grown body is
a birthplace for the soul.

Do not fear,
you’ve never lived before.

- Sasha Dodo
(19.3.2026 Chiang Dao)

On a lead of silence
you are pulled through the streets
of a mazing town, in which
every turn turns you out older,
while everyone else gets younger.

The strangers
knowing you so well
guide you
over and over
to the same door
always left ajar,
of the house
one must enter alone.

So many lives you whirl
out of fear, in avoidance
turning wine to vinegar
the doorway into an altar,
your gift, your friend, your future
a burden, a shadow, an enemy.

Lingering astonished at the threshold,
unsure if allowed to enter, you made a step
through the veil of time you have created,
the undone step towards
the long awaited beginning.

A hundred tiny snakes,
shivering waters
rushing though your body,
as you quietly wonder
in the space of well crafted instruments,
tools for action of every kind,
marvellous, mysterious,
made from the same place
of complete genius.

Jumping as if out of nowhere,
behaving like an insane child,
a spirit greets you
charged with a frightening
uncontainable joy.

Giggling he pulls a ball of thread
from your mouth and a dead fish
from the secret pocket
of your favourite jacket.

And leads you to the cellar
where there is a wine made
for every ill man and every ill situation.

You drink your wine alone
and see the depth of your illness
your real condition.

The only cure from this joy
and it’s other worldly madness
is to become it.

Your head squeezed in the vice of fate
opened as a rosebud
in the same way as apple quince sweetness
comes only after the night of frost.

Sasha,
Like an angel you again fall down
drunken with curiosity:
Into how many pieces, lives, gifts
can you brake yourself
without remembering the wholeness,
the original source?

Don’t be fooled.
You are here not to enjoy,
you are joy itself in action.

The work is as always
to make a place,
right where we are,
for the heart to breathe,
speak poetry and dance,
to live life alive in a way
it has never happened before.

By the way what happened to that white horse
that went alone galloping out of the valley?

- Sasha Dodo
(15.10.2025 Istanbul)

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Rumi is Rumi
it’s true, but
again and again
who are you?

Even when you try to be a mirror
you are looking at yourself
comparing and wondering
how well you reflect the reflected.

To celebrate Mevlana’s birthday
is to touch one’s own grave
with silent amazement
shedding the formal existence
that makes your sacredness dependent.

This is the end of the end,
throw your face in the fire.
All your pain and suffering
All your highest states and gains
are irrelevant
for the spring of love to go on.

Dance turns
into movement
song into sound.

Child of the childhood
give birth to yourself
kiss the sky
laughing your way out.

What you were searching
or waiting for does not exist,
it is to be created.

So much has happened
yet it’s nothing
until this moment.

Sasha,
nothing good ever comes from
the habit of dying
when you don’t remember
for what it is to be born.

Your family holds a secret tradition,
with the fear of loss they blind themselves
into forgetfulness.

All they need is here
but they are too afraid
they will not find out,
forgetting what they need.

Remember,
remembrance of free will
is never given for free.

- Sasha Dodo
(30.09.2025 Urgup)

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How bright, how marvelous,
I am walking down the aisle again.

Hidden behind a mourning veil
a widow, comes near to my ear.
With mischief of a rainbow
she whispers: Marry yourself
It is a good pairing.

Like water turns to wine
my wife turns into a magical mirror.

When conditions are right
grapes are ripe.

The only marriage valid here
is the one carried out in pre-eternity,
washed in the reality of such an essential affair.

With the eyes of the innermost appreciation
see this life contains another.

Sasha,
When you reach out for divine pleasures
enchanted by the hidden benefits
of faith and infidelity
turn to break open yourself,
you are the fulfilling gem,
the mystery of great attraction.

When you realise what beauty is,
every single thing will flirt with you
and even your wife will suspect
you are in love with her.

- Sasha Dodo
(25.08.2025 Chiang Dao).

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The wisdom you try to birth
is in the space where you are.

Place a little stone on your fontanelle,
it is your most secret and most sacred adviser.

It is amazing to meditate in the morning
sitting gently by the mysterious stream
my family calls thinking.

Whatever comes to greet you
wash your face with its presence.

Have you seen how divine animals,
fellow humans are pretending to be tamed
on this miraculous field of existence?

It is time to reconsider
how to take your vocation in this life,
in which even the birds are ready
to carry your burden.

Sasha,
let’s have a talk tonight
about the falseness of herbs in your garden,
the way they look and the way they smell
are not the same.

I know your heart is heavy,
the world you know is a cruel and greedy fraud.
It’s hard to see right place,
right thing to do,
when you don’t know
how much time is left for you.

Let’s dance this dance!
Anyways, it is where your spirit dwells.
Aren’t you destined to play with weight
and question the nature of every single thing?

Let’s do mad!
Finally humble, anonymously,
as a timeless offering.

- Sasha Dodo
(21.08.2025 Chiang Dao)

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How dare we speak of beauty,
with all of our wrongdoings of the past?

Well, we all need material
to get started somewhere.

Sincerely terrible choices must be made
in the search for the true freedom and action.

The blind cruelty that comes out on the way
is feeding back what is needed
for the heart to break open,
swaddling you in the dark.

It takes many catastrophes to find out
how deadly we are arrested
by the image of a good life.

What was wrong in others was always myself
missing to be revealed in the world.
The wrong me was all along
just another other.

Well, what is there to imagine
from within the seed
not knowing its upcoming life?

The loud silence
of burning wrongness
is the passage.

The broken dressed in fire are gifted
with walking through any walls
they themselves have built.

The blame of others is secret nourishment
to grow roots, thorns and petals of love.

When the judgment is realised
as a disguised pointer
even with closed eyes
you can see.

The law of prosperity
is married with discontinuity.

Those mad miserable,
who love for love
are irreparably drunk.

Those who try to save them
will be forever lost.

Sasha,
you finally wake up heart broken
in the middle of the storm
protecting yourself
with this raincoat of bad poetry.

Shed this artificial skin,
this water falling from the sky
is for you to be drunk directly.

The day everybody likes you
and what you do,
you are dead.

- Sasha Dodo
(6 August.2025, Chiang Dao)

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Once I was Rumi’s camel.
If you could imagine the weight
of the untold stories
I carry under my ridge
you'd fall inside your own skin laughing,
stunned, dripping wet
with the inner sun fever.

It is a mystery, my sober fellow traveller,
if you have permission
to imagine the unimaginable.

Some need a gentle kiss
or a bucket of wine.
Others need a vertebrae realignment
or must grow their spine anew.

I still chew on thorns
to touch through memory
the space of madness,
the joy beyond reason
shivering thirty three trillion cells.

It is a bad habit,
as my tongue has changed.

Now untied, moving like a wild fire
dangerous for the mind
a refreshing breeze for the soul
illuminating secret desire.

It’s been not easy
to get here through the storm.

And it might be harder still
to believe we are not strangers
in this strange world.

It is absolutely understandable
in this desert full of сruelty and greed
to be lost, guided by fear;
to have forgotten
the discipline of being intimate
with your destination.

The past, present and future
are an alive indivisible field,
a veil of secrets and revelations,
only the heart can bear and see through.

Sasha,
beauty is the only reliable proof of your existence.
You know before the hand of any given knowledge.
Let the beauty to be the engineer of your belief.

Your dreams, no longer becoming true,
they break your doors before
you made them.

- Sasha Dodo
(15 April 2025)

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The verdict of the case,
my freedom will shine
every single morning
through the sweet discomfort
of interdependence.

This time,
there is no way I can slip candy
into the judge's pocket,
even if she is my lover, blood relative
or a childhood friend.

Doomed to unprecedented poverty
I found myself recklessly drunk
and so forgotten,
like a blooming spring of the soul.

I glanced salaciously
yet with respect to the law
at the dramatic order that bounds me
and shapes the story's secret course.

And what you think
I have received in response?
The most refined tender kiss!

The madness is my fragrant garden,
home full of friends,
my rising sun,
the joy in the tears
destined to be shared!

Sasha,
the unbearable secret
of completely accepting yourself
is in embracing the possibility
that what you think is you
might not exist
for some mysterious, kind reason.

Do not leave this job unfinished
like a hypocritical miser of truth.

Being sincere
must not be seen
as an achievement
or a landing place.

What do you think is worse,
false self with true affirmations
or true self gone astray?

What would you call this market
where our falls
are sold to the world
as our brilliance?

Don’t sharpen the knife
just to make it sharp and beautiful.
Sharpen it just enough
so it can be used to prepare food
that nourishes everyone’s heart.

You, stumbling over yourself,
are a laughing pomegranate!

- Sasha Dodo
(12 April 2025)

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When you imagine,
feel it in your body.

This is an ecstatically appropriate
challenge for your soul.

You might get inflamed
by the matter of the vulgar size of their ego,
but in the business of love,
size does not really matter.
Burn this husk passionate lover!

Imagine making love with your enemy
and do it beautifully.

When you imagine,
feel it in your body.

This is an ecstatically appropriate
challenge for your soul.

You might be misguided by your taste
and gender preferences,
do not get attached to the amazing story
of your suffering,
it's not beautiful enough.

The beauty of your soul
is in doing the unimaginable.

Today you are given a chance
to refine your taste
my genderless friend.

You have been building roads to peace
by all the wrong means.

Your body is everybody's.
Within it is where you can
reach a deep immediate resolution
and begin the most amazing
love story of your life.

Sasha,
some jokes are capable of changing the life
of the entire planet,
it’s all about when and where
they are released to play.

The giggles unleashed are oceanic,
erotically tectonic, exceeding the bounds
of shared pleasure at its very core.

It is a catastrophe.
What have you done?!

- Sasha Dodo
(27.03.2025 Chiang Mai)

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God herself came into me this night,
for me to be unbound.
She choose the tongue of poignant silence
to play with pain unknowingly I hide.

I reached my arms beyond
through the darkest silky veil,
and saw the light,
I have grown tired of myself
looking in the wrong direction.

Who else could hear and bear
the truth my body is speaking,
that made me weep
across the void in bliss?

To kiss and to be kissed
in front of all
of what I am
afraid to be.

She is the one and only
interpreter of my desire,
who preaches love
through the ground breacking fall.

Sasha,
hard truth is the maker of a gentle life,
where what is you is sacrificed
by what you love.

Give in to the temptation
to become more intimate
with how mysteriously miraculous is
the ongoing story of your failure.

This failure is a punishment
for your past life’s achievements,
shaping you for where only you can go,
for who only you can become.

You still can’t see that your foolishness
is responsible for the blooming of the gardens.

Those who waiting in a queue to get proof
of their own existence.
Those tourists of jealousy and greed
with no place to return.
Those pleasure hunters
wandering the market they call love.
All of them must witness this spring unfolding.

Stop the false generosity
of giving yourself time
which you don’t have.

Here you are my darling, again destroyed
by the kiss of complete forgiveness.

- Sasha Dodo

(24.03.2025 Chiang Mai)

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You know it,
but do not want to admit
that you know it.

When you are not genuine
with what truth is,
every single thing
will work on you as a lie.

No matter how masterfully you will get
with holding your false integrity
you know, — you haven’t even started
this transfiguration.

Your fear of not being enough
is a fear of not being sincere enough,
of not being able to embody
what is actually true,
of not being able to live fully enough
the unbound imagination of your heart.

New keys do not open old doors.
To know what you know
and to know how you know it
is what gives permission to enter,
to unveil the face of your true appearance.

And it could be revealed
only for you to see beyond
what you have been told to see.

You must get drunk finally enough
to appreciate the real taste of things.

It will take the whole of you
for what you are to enter.

The truth, expressed in a way
that does not harm anyone,
is beauty itself.

Beauty is what you will do
when all the rest is done.

Sasha,
you are stuck in the doorway,
with farewells to someone you never were,
like a holy cow in the middle of the busy road.

This has nothing to do
with your ability to surrender,
or to compete with oneself,
just get out of the way!

This dance has to be danced
without holding on to a single head.

- Sasha Dodo

(16.3.2025 Chiang Dao)

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