The Soul's Canvas
A seed of love and grace,
Nestled in the heart’s soil,
Dwells within the thought’s spirit,
Yearning to unfurl.
Action’s birth,
A tender sprout,
Like a stone
Cast into a pond,
Ripples expanding,
Touching distant shores.
The gift returns,
Love and grace multiplied,
In the wake of mindful deeds
Filed under: 🜁 Self – tracing the inner landscapes of thought, feeling, and becoming.
Control over a person
Takes many forms:
Thoughts, emotions, movements,
Environment, habits,
The pace of a relationship,
A group, an organization,
Natural resources,
The wealth of a nation—
The list goes on.
And on.
A relationship
Bound by authority
Cannot breathe,
Cannot thrive.
Wisdom lies in respect
For the other.
Control is rooted
In disregard.
Those who seek
To control others
Reveal their emptiness—
Lacking meaning,
Trapped in their own
Prison of dominance.
But those who love,
Who feel empathy,
Who offer kindness—
They experience life,
They create and become.
For them, freedom
Is the wellspring of meaning.
We live in what we
Create for others.
But how do we embrace
Our abundance?
The abundance of rights
And freedoms—
Individual, collective,
In harmony—
The rights of our earth,
Above and below.
The freedom to express
And…
We see, hear, and feel
Peace in its beauty—
And its horrors
In the chaos of survival.
One lives fully,
The other clings
To survival.
We do not live
Our abundance together.
Why?
Filed under: 🜁 Self – tracing the inner landscapes of thought, feeling, and becoming.
To learn, we must yield,
Like a river bending to stone.
Slow down to sense and feel,
The world’s heartbeat, nature’s own.
Experience unfolds in stillness,
A flower opening to dawn’s light.
Love, wisdom, and light
Flow to gift and reveal meaning,
In the gentle current of being.
Speed is a distraction,
A chaotic haze,
Blurring senses,
Deepening shadows.
A rapids, churning and blind.
But in the slow and simple lane,
Beautiful life awakens, free.
Dewdrops on grass, bird’s melody,
A world of wonder we rarely see.
Like a river’s patient flow,
Wisdom carves its gentle path below.
Through canyon deep and valley wide,
In stillness, truth cannot hide.
In the rush, we lose our soul.
In stillness, we are found and made whole.
The river finds its way to sea,
As we find our true identity.
In quiet, discover your way,
And reveal your spark.
Listen to the whisper of leaves,
The silence between heartbeats.
If you want to live happy and free,
Live quietly, wild and carefree.
A paradox of peace and zest,
In yielding, find your spirit’s best.
What whispers did you hear today?
In silence, what did you say?
As you yield to life’s gentle flow,
What truths did stillness help you know?
Filed under: 🜁 Self – tracing the inner landscapes of thought, feeling, and becoming.
If splitting the atom
Is an atomic bomb,
Then imagine what splitting
The quarks will produce.
Imagine we are able
To see beyond.
Imagine we can
Witness deeper.
We would reach
The splitting of the
Big Bang.
That particle and seed
Was split.
Is the question by whom?
Or how?
Maybe it is natural
Behavior.
Splits to connect.
Inhale, exhale.
Filed under: 🜃 Infinite – exploring the unseen forces behind creation, truth, and existence.
It’s been said before,
“Do unto others,
As you would have them
Do unto you.”
How do we interact
With our inner selves?
To what depths do we reach?
Whatever you offer others,
You must nurture in yourself first,
Lest your wellspring run dry.
To be kind
Is to cultivate love within.
If you dwell on I,
You lose sight of We.
And no I is
Without the embrace
Of the We.
The kindness in giving
Is a radiant energy,
A resonance and a pulse.
Giving of ourselves
Ignites friction.
Friction births a spark.
Collision unveils new beginnings.
A single spark
Illuminates eternity.
Filed under: 🜂 Other – reflecting on connection, relationships, and the spaces between souls.
I do not wish
To fill the enigma of my brain
With meaningless information.
I do wish
To fill the space in my mind
With meaningful knowledge.
If I’m interested,
I’ll listen
And ask questions.
If I’m not interested,
I neither listen
Nor inquire.
I value knowledge
Over mere information.
I value meaning.
And if I speak,
It is after listening
With grace.
Filed under: 🜁 Self – tracing the inner landscapes of thought, feeling, and becoming.
Whenever you face
Any or another,
Peel it down
To its seed.
Filed under: 🜁 Self – tracing the inner landscapes of thought, feeling, and becoming.
If there are many doors,
not closed yet,
then how can you,
enter through
a new door,
and see the
new horizon?
Filed under: 🜃 Infinite – exploring the unseen forces behind creation, truth, and existence.
