The Soul's Canvas
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.
Many believe we either espouse, retort,
respond instantly without thinking
in anger or in passion.
Obviously, they recommend against it.
They suggest we digest, and think
about what we’re about to say before we say.
So they say.
But the truth is,
it’s not just one or the other.
There is a third conscious option.
A more balanced and harmonious choice.
To be aware of what we are about to say.
It’s just that simple,
awareness is a reminder,
a soft touch towards the present,
to trust in our intuition,
which comes from our gut.
That’s our intuition,
not our instinct, as some call it.
This simple active awareness,
is intentional, purposeful, deliberate,
yet honest and genuine.
It is naked truth.
A gentle reminder,
an awareness of the
meaning and power of our words.
No need to analyze, overthink,
nor blurt, respond by default in a reflex.
Simply pause to be aware
of the words we speak, to create.
Filed under: 🜁 Self – tracing the inner landscapes of thought, feeling, and becoming.
Some ignore it all,
Some count wounds,
And some count lessons.
Some seek beauty in the mundane,
Some find solace in solitude,
And some revel in the chaos.
Some dance with joy in the rain,
Some embrace the stillness of night,
And some chase the dawn’s first light.
Some build bridges from broken pieces,
Some heal others with their own scars,
And some shine as beacons through the dark.
Some act with kindness,
Some whisper wisdom,
And some create words.
Some plant seeds in barren soil,
Some nurture dreams against all odds,
And some inspire hope in weary hearts.
Some find strength in vulnerability,
Some forge unity from diversity,
And some spark change with a single act.
Some paint stories on blank canvases,
Some compose melodies from silence,
And some sculpt beauty from rough stone.
Some embrace the unknown with courage,
Some question to seek deeper truths,
And some re-imagine the world anew.
Each path is unique, yet none supreme,
All threads in life’s lotus flower,
A symphony of human experience.
Some lead, some follow, some walk alone,
Yet all move onward in their time,
Each step is valid, each journey whole.
In laughter, tears, or silent thought,
We navigate our inner worlds,
No way lesser, no way greater.
Filed under: 🜁 Self – tracing the inner landscapes of thought, feeling, and becoming.
In the cosmic loom of existence,
You stand at the nexus
Of all realities.
Nine spheres of truth
Radiate around you,
An eight-point star
With a beating heart at its core.
Front:
Your life unfolds,
A river of moments.
But as you watch,
The current shifts.
Are you shaping the flow,
Or shaped by it?
Observer and observed,
Forever tangled.
Behind:
Paths untaken shimmer and fade.
Step in,
And this becomes your only truth.
Yet infinite
Yous walk infinite paths,
In worlds you’ll never know,
But always are.
Right:
The Liar’s realm,
Where truth bends like light.
Here, belief shapes reality itself.
But once you’ve seen truth as malleable,
Can you ever trust
Your own perception?
Left:
The Dreamer’s domain
Of infinite possibility.
Imagination and reality,
Indistinguishable.
Create a world,
and you’re forever changed.
The dreamer and the dream
Become one.
Above:
The Void,
A sphere of pure nothingness.
Challenging existence
With its emptiness.
Why is there something rather than nothing?
In absence,
Find the essence of being.
Below:
The Collective,
Where all minds merge.
Individual thoughts
Ripple through the whole.
Are you one,
Or are you many?
In unity,
Discover infinite diversity.
Forward:
The Paradox,
Where contradictions thrive.
Logic fails,
Reason bends,
understanding crumbles.
Here,
Opposites coexist in harmony,
Revealing the limits
Of mortal comprehension.
Backward:
The Unknowable,
Beyond all grasp.
A realm that defies
Perception and thought.
In the face of the truly
Incomprehensible,
Find humility
And wonder anew.
Center:
The Heart’s realm,
where emotions pulse.
Love and fear
Shape the very fabric of being.
Here,
Feeling is the ultimate truth,
And empathy bridges all divides.
Observer and observed
Unite in understanding.
In this cosmic mandala
Of realities,
Each sphere calls
With its own truth.
Choose one,
And reality collapses,
Yet all persist
In infinite possibility.
Are you the same
In every sphere?
Or reborn with each choice
You make?
Perhaps you’re split, experiencing all –
A quantum self
In grand superposition.
Time flows uniquely
In each domain,
A heartbeat here,
An eon there.
Once you’ve glimpsed these myriad truths,
Can you ever return
To where you began?
In this paradox
Of infinite being,
Where every choice is true,
Yet bears a cost,
Where reality fractures
And reforms,
Which sphere
Will you call home?
Or will you stand
At the crossroads of all,
In this moment that contains eternity?
For perhaps
The deepest truth is this:
The choice itself
Is our ultimate reality.
Filed under: 🜃 Infinite – exploring the unseen forces behind creation, truth, and existence.
When hearts blend,
A sacred I to I fusion,
Love sculpts a pyramid of light,
A lighthouse to shield and elevate.
To safeguard:
Love lays its foundation,
Stone by stone.
A jasper of kindness,
An amethyst of forgiveness.
A sapphire of understanding
And an opal of empathy.
An amber of welcoming warmth
And a pearl of gracious hosting.
A diamond of unblemished honesty
And an emerald of unwavering truth.
A topaz of unshakeable trust,
Gleaming with loyalty’s golden dust.
A rose quartz of friendship’s tender bloom,
And a garnet of passion’s fiery hue.
A moonstone of intuition’s gentle glow,
And a citrine of joy that helps love stretch.
A turquoise of open communication,
And a lapis lazuli of deep admiration.
A jade of serenity in stormy seasons,
And a ruby of courage to face life together.
Love’s hands keep crafting
Till the triadic fortress
Stands complete.
To soar:
Love lifts them
Through the pyramid’s heart,
Each gemstone’s light
A guiding star.
Amethyst’s glow and jasper’s warmth
Illuminate the path they’ll grow.
Sapphire wisdom
lights their ascent,
Opal’s empathy,
Amber welcome,
Pearl’s grace,
As diamond truth
Makes their love shine.
Rose quartz friendship
Paves the way,
While garnet passion
Ardor.
Moonstone intuition
Glimmers vividly,
Citrine joy
Suffuses their shared light.
With each step up,
They rise anew,
Their bond grows stronger,
Tried and true.
At the apex,
They stand hand in hand,
Their love a beacon across the land.
Love: both roots and wings,
Anchoring deep,
Yet lifting high.
A prism of emotions,
Refracting light,
Painting their world
In vibrant hues of devotion.
Filed under: 🜂 Other – reflecting on connection, relationships, and the spaces between souls.