Flame Out of Dead Ashes

Flame Out of Dead Ashes

There are few who know the meaning of the phrase “flame out of dead ashes” whilst in this world; on this journey you’d want to stop for a moment, for a moment to admire the magic darkness between the light of two fireflies; a great hope is born as this darkness pleases you in a magic way, just as the fruits from the table of Agape agree with you, caressing your soul as they unfold what this darkness has given birth to. And that which has been born is not talked about; and what is not talked about did not happen, did not exist; and yet it existed, for your heart knows. But ashes are being strewn over it, dead ashes, everyone should know that! And out of these ashes a flame is bursting forth. A flame! And it burns and warms and feeds your soul, taking your heart and your being into only God knows what kind of world, and into the public arena; and you in that public arena; and she in that public arena…she touches you sweetly and you appreciate the darkness watching you with her black eyes.

When you are out in the open, you don’t know who is listening, who’s watching you, or what will be said or learnt, and it’s not important what will be learnt! Well, no, it is important, very important, for in your mind and in your heart – in your veins, your chest and in the stars – love abides – and you like and love that flame so much – the flame that’s bursting forth from the dead ashes!

Read this book, you won’t regret it.

Stefan Maxima


In my dreams

Written: © Maxima
Brighter than the brightest moonlight,
The most enchanting,
Magical thing,
Beautiful woven
Every night
In my dreams,
Causes me shivering.
Knows not,
How hard
I keep trying to hide
This burning longing I have inside
A gift,
More beautiful than
Blue nights’ constellation,
Even better than purple dawn,
Beaming behind the
Ravaging waves from the ocean-
Her smile,
Such a majesty!
She. . .
My sweet destiny. . .
In love together,
We’ll be,

Her Silk Scarf Around His Neck

Written: Maxima

On leaving the
Heat of the Night,
Her silk scarf around his neck,
Artfully concealed passion.
I have not had a scarf!
Deeply impressed kisses
Clearly depicted her beautiful lips .. .
In her eyes in. ..
Sweet smile on her lips!
My Tiny
So I affectionately call
Not now turn to grieve
I’ll buy you a gift shirt ….
With roll collar
Well yes!
I have to admit that you are beautiful
Time Stamp
And it …
You open in the waist
She was Speaking
My beautiful,

My pretty one

Written: © Maxima

My pretty one,
My every thought
Is about you
Soon the sleepy stars
Will light up the sky
But you,
You are the brightest one,
My princess
Cover my breast
With your scented hair
And sail into the land of dreams
I have a confession to make,
My darling
You are the most beautiful
Word I know
The most beautiful song
I sing
I love you

Have a blessed Easter

Happy Easter to you ,
We celebrate our Father’s greatest sacrifice
Through his Son, Jesus Christ.
Have a blessed Easter !

With love Maxima

Written: © Maxima

Tiny Little Kiss

Tonight I’m gonna give you
Just a tiny little kiss
Nibble your lower lip
And then
The fire from your lips
Will warm up the moon
And the stars
And the sea
The whole Universe
Envies me, I know it
Kissing such beautiful lips

And I, I’m just smiling,
Playing dumb, ignore it all
Oh, my beautiful angel,
I love you so

All of my dreams

Written: © Maxima

You touched my lips
And took me to the stars
My dream

Belong to you
I touched your hair
Ran my fingers through it
This morning
Smells of you
I love you

Lucky Is …

Happy International Womens Day 8 March

Written: Maxima

Lucky is the one
Whose soul gets warmed
By the warmth in your eyes
Lucky is the one
Whose heart trembles
Upon the sight of you
Whose hands eagerly
Reach out to your hair
Lucky is the one
Who can embrace your silence
And listen, with all his being,
To the silent speech of your lips
Who experienced pure delight
When you entered his life,
When he tasted your kiss
And saw your gentle smile
How lucky I am,
My beloved,
How lucky I am!
I love you