My balloon is where I go to find myself when the world becomes too loud. It is a safe and quiet space far away from the noise of the crowd. Solitude is not loneliness; it is a beautiful form of spiritual freedom. In my private sanctuary, I am free to be exactly who I am without any judgments from the outside world.
As a Soul Geologist, I often explore the Serenity and peace that we can only find in absolute silence. This internal sanctuary is essential for our mental health and creative growth. We must protect our boundaries and find our own Invisible strength within. When we lift off in our thoughts, we leave the heavy sediments of daily life behind us.
Floating high above the daily chaos allows us to see the bigger picture of our lives. It gives us a new perspective on the tectonics of our hearts. If you want to learn more about the psychological benefits of solitude, you can check this insightful article on Psychology Today.
Having your own world is a gift you give to yourself. It is a way to recharge your soul and return to the world with more love and patience. Let your spirit fly high and carry your dreams toward the stars. My balloon represents that fragile yet strong part of us that needs to breathe and expand. This is my place of pure harmony, light, and total creative independence. I hope you find your own way to float above the worries of today.
Moj balon
S njim preletim cijeli svijet
a da ne vidim nikakvu opasnost.
On je tako savršeno izoliran,
u njemu je točno onoliko toplo
koliko traži moje tijelo.
Nikad mi nije hladno, nikad mi nije previše toplo.
U mom balonu moje riječi
same pronalaze rimu,
jer se predobro poznajemo.
on mi tiho pomogne da se vratim svojim stihovima
i zajedno opet uspostavimo red.
bez naprezanja i bez skrivanja.
Uspijemo jedno drugome reći sve,
tako da među nama ne ostane nijedna nejasnoća.
I iako nije velik, dovoljno je prostran
da u njega stanem cijela,
bez prilagođavanja i bez straha.
sama sam ga stvorila, polako, iznutra.
I zato ga nosim u sebi,
ne kao bijeg,
nego kao mjesto kojem se uvijek mogu vratiti.
Mon Ballon
Avec lui, je survole le monde entier
sans voir aucun danger.
Il est si parfaitement isolé,
il y fait exactement aussi chaud
que mon corps le demande.
Je n’ai jamais froid, jamais trop chaud.
Dans mon ballon, mes mots
trouvent leurs rimes d’eux-mêmes,
car nous nous connaissons trop bien.
il m’aide doucement à revenir à mes vers
et ensemble nous rétablissons l’ordre.
sans effort et sans cachette.
Nous réussissons à tout nous dire,
pour qu’il ne reste aucune ambiguïté entre nous.
Et bien qu’il ne soit pas grand, il est assez vaste
pour que je tienne entière dedans,
sans adaptation et sans peur.
je l’ai créé moi-même, lentement, de l’intérieur.
Et c’est pourquoi je le porte en moi,
non comme une fuite,
mais comme un lieu où je peux toujours revenir.
My Balloon
With it, I fly over the whole world
without seeing any danger.
It is so perfectly isolated,
inside it is exactly as warm
as my body requires.
I am never cold, never too warm.
In my balloon, my words
find their own rhyme,
because we know each other too well.
it quietly helps me return to my verses
and together we restore order again.
without strain and without hiding.
We manage to tell each other everything,
so that no ambiguity remains between us.
And although it is not big, it is spacious enough
for me to fit in whole,
without adjusting and without fear.
I created it myself, slowly, from within.
And that is why I carry it inside me,
not as an escape,
but as a place I can always return to.