The Soul's Canvas
The paradox of life
Is that to quench our curiosity,
We must give
Of that which
We do not possess.
We witness
What we conjure in thought.
We analyze,
In the quest to understand.
And then,
That which we summoned,
Appears.
What we need
And what we desire,
Fade into irrelevance.
Words paint the void
Truth echoes
Near and far
For it is what we speak of
That comes to be.
Filed under: 🜃 Infinite – exploring the unseen forces behind creation, truth, and existence.
Sometimes, our eyes betray us,
Revealing more than we can hold.
Sometimes, it’s better
To turn away,
To let one side remain in shadow.
Sometimes, we feel too deeply,
Our hearts stretch and hurt
So profoundly.
Sometimes, we laugh so joyfully,
And love with all we are.
Sometimes, our senses overwhelm us.
Sometimes, it’s better
To let one side remain unseen.
Do we show up in fragments,
Pieces waiting to be reassembled
And reinterpreted?
Or do we arrive whole,
Complete, with all our
Imperfections, cracks and missing parts?
Our hopes and dreams
Rooted in the solid ground
Of what we can truly offer,
And what we truly need.
Sometimes, we see so little.
Sometimes, it’s enough
To just arrive—
To stand and show up for life.
Sometimes,
My mirrors reflect
Sometimes,
My roots grow deep
Into the earth of connection
Sometimes,
I am fire.
Sometimes,
I am ash.
Sometimes,
I am present.
Sometimes, I wonder why.
Sometimes, I wonder how.
Sometimes, I wonder when.
Sometimes, I wonder what.
Sometimes, I start.
Sometimes, I finish.
Sometimes, I give up.
Sometimes, I am the fight.
Sometimes, we want more.
Sometimes, we want less.
Sometimes, we find the balance
Of what to give.
Sometimes, I play God.
Sometimes, I serve the world.
Sometimes, I am
Sometimes,
In the still moment of silence.
And sometime,
Once upon a time.
Filed under: 🜁 Self – tracing the inner landscapes of thought, feeling, and becoming.
Some wander for years,
tracing circles on familiar ground,
then suddenly break free—
vaulting from stasis into motion.
They say the truest life
unfolds in the surprise of possibilities,
where unexpected moments light the way,
and growth bursts into bloom.
For others, the steady path
is neither linear nor mapped.
It’s a pilgrimage of felt understanding,
where each step sinks deep
into the soil of realization.
Progress isn’t in speed or stride,
but in knowing where your foot lands
and where your thoughts rest.
This is living in full awareness.
I believe there must be
a butterfly’s kiss—
it colors life’s canvas,
while steady footing
roots us in empathy,
kindness, and love,
attuning us to others’ needs.
The energy that drives us
whispers of infinite paths,
but without our steps,
even infinity falters.
Mind your words—
they are seeds of care.
Nurture simplicity,
and we truly care for one another.
Why complicate what’s clear and true?
Why complicate the simple?
In the vibration between
the unknown and deliberate attention,
life finds its rhythm,
and the melody
we create together.
Filed under: 🜃 Infinite – exploring the unseen forces behind creation, truth, and existence.
The mind doesn’t stop,
a ceaseless sea of thought.
Awareness is a current,
steady and deep,
flowing beneath the waves.
In light,
its depths are revealed,
crystalline and clear,
while in darkness,
it hides secrets
it keeps from sight,
a vast ocean unexplored.
An attentive eye,
a lighthouse on the shore,
though often unaware
of its own inner presence,
still senses its gentle touch,
like the caress of sea foam.
In shadows or sunshine,
it’s a constant companion,
an undercurrent strong,
and a soulful heart
beating with the rhythm
of the eternal tide.
Filed under: 🜃 Infinite – exploring the unseen forces behind creation, truth, and existence.
I am,
Embraces all,
A boundless light—
Like dawn’s first ray
Touching earth
And the sky.
Be mindful
Of your words,
They’re seeds in soil.
Consider deeply
What you name,
The bonds you create—
Roots spreading unseen.
The essence dwells
In every space
You choose to inhabit,
A whisper in the wind,
A ripple in still waters.
Be thoughtful,
Be reflective,
Express fully
What you
Call yourself.
It shapes you—
Your heart, your core,
Like a potter’s hands
Molding, yielding clay.
It is you,
And reflects what you
Offer the world.
You live
Your chosen name,
A mantra, a beacon.
The image
You craft of yourself
Becomes your truth,
Etched in the story
Of your unfolding days.
Filed under: 🜁 Self – tracing the inner landscapes of thought, feeling, and becoming.
The world is yours
Not to own,
But to live,
To dwell within,
To feel earth beneath your feet,
To taste rain on your tongue,
To live with it,
To grow alongside,
Like trees reaching for the light,
To sway with the wind’s whisper,
To live with others,
To embrace all,
To thrive in diversity,
As a forest of many species,
To live all,
To simply,
Breathe, feel, and
Live.
In harmony, in unity,
With the world that cradles you,
A home, not a possession.
The world is yours,
Not to own, but to cherish,
A gift to live within.
Filed under: 🜃 Infinite – exploring the unseen forces behind creation, truth, and existence.
You can’t lose
What is true.
You can’t lose
What is authentic.
You can not lose love.
You can not lose friendship.
You can not lose kindness.
If it’s true, it shines back,
A beacon in the dark.
Freedom is an accepting
Connection between two.
Both are allowed to be themselves,
When both accommodate growth.
A dance of give and take,
A symphony of shared space.
Two together.
Be curious, learn.
Avoid the harmful.
Quench the fruitful,
The uplifting towards the light,
And the motivating to illuminate.
In this garden of togetherness,
We grow towards the sun.
Save, hold back
Shrink the comfortable
Space to be,
And you lose.
For true connection
Needs room to breathe.
To love
Is to give of
The love within,
For self.
Love between two,
Is love in
The space between.
A bridge of light
Connecting heart to heart.
Authenticity,
A reflection of the soul.
Be vulnerable,
Reveal, don’t hide
The true meaning.
See the soul,
In yourself and others.
For in this nakedness of spirit,
We find our truest selves.
In the mirror of authentic connection,
We lose only our illusions,
And gain the world.
Filed under: 🜁 Self – tracing the inner landscapes of thought, feeling, and becoming.
Playing catch.
A ball is thrown,
Soft lob or fastball spin,
A movement is
The response.
Backwards, forwards
Or a jiggle,
A hesitation, then a leap.
Hands ready, minds alert,
To catch the meaning flung.
Then a ball
Is thrown again…
A quip, a question, a musing thought.
The game goes on,
This dance of minds,
In volleys of vocabulary.
Filed under: 🜂 Other – reflecting on connection, relationships, and the spaces between souls.
Push your dreams
Towards your future?
A mirage ever-receding,
Leaving only
Footprints and memories
To chase.
No, grasp your dreams
In the palm of now.
Feel their weight,
Their texture, their warmth.
Dreams are not for tomorrow,
But for this breath, this heartbeat.
Manifest, don’t wish.
Create, don’t wait.
Your dreams are not distant stars,
But seeds in your hands,
Ready to be planted
In the soil of today.
Don’t let your aspirations
Become ghosts of “someday.”
Breathe life into them
With the power of now.
For in this moment,
Dreams transform into reality,
And you, the dreamer,
Become the creator.
Filed under: 🜁 Self – tracing the inner landscapes of thought, feeling, and becoming.