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My poems were born through deep inner moments of experiencing my soul truth…

And as soon as the words come out I feel this is a creation set free!

My poems are not freshly written. They come from a point in time, when my poetry cycle was, as I felt, completed and ready, perhaps, to be published in a book one day. To envision this, I had to embody all that came out from my soul in feelings and words. And, also, in my every day life, I sought to embody what my poems expressed.

The journey was long and not easy at all. But today, I as I am reading my poems, I see how much my Soul knew what she was writing about and how I had a chance to go through this experiences to fully embody my poems. 

I see my poems as a type of universal truth that speaks to my heart without the use of many words.

 In that light, I am now ready to share my poetry, in hopes that you see the story of the potential in just one heart to invoke the flame of purity and love in every one who feels the poems.

This poem was born in one of such deep moments:
Photography by Eva Sireliss

 It Is The Inner Feeling

It is the inner feeling
Innermost deep answer
Emerging from the very core of being
It is the source
Of the new me
Laboring my new self
In the quiet moments of a day
A lonely feeling of fear
Is fading away
When inner knowingness prevails
And I surrender to Life.
No one can know,
It is just me facing myself
In the quiet moments of day
With a heart full of grace.
Lion Heart by Photographer Eva Sireliss

Andreja Cepus: I am from Slovenia and I like to call myself a Social Artist, as I feel that new ways of thinking, creating and leading in our society demand new professions & expressions. New ideas, solutions, creations, can be brought forth only through authenticity and uniting different aspects, dimensions, fields, views: Incorporating spirituality, business & art together. I've always seen my mission here and I can finally name it: Social Artistry it is. I bring that forth through creative communications, that are really my passion and divine feminine expression. My soul path includes the Service to Divine Feminine, which is the balanced feminine and masculine way, the co-creation of new era of magic of life. I am contributing to our new world from Being Within to expression without... with writing (articles, marketing communications texts, copywriting, editing), PR communications, organizing the events on Sacred Feminine Energy, facilitating Women's Circle events, interviews, hosting video talks, moderating, and co-creating higher good in different fields. I love nature, yoga, hiking, art, music, sound, communications, creativity, new ideas, circles, dance, authenticity, organic, sustainability, visionary leadership, networking, joyful co-creations, journeys, sacred way of being. You can contact me at:

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