Awakening

Threshold

The voice of the teacher,
is a note on the air,
spooling a story,
threads of alchemy.

Eyes meet with yours,
a flash of comprehension,
a breath of understanding held,
as the magic word is proffered,
one syllable, a phrase,
simple sounds charged with power.

The door is in front of you,
plain wood,
a simple catch.
No fanfare, no trumpets,
but the unspoken offer
borne within that breathed word.

The promise on your tongue,
a vocal key.
The choice unfurls
a peaceful landscape in your mind.

To say it,
to unlock the secret lock,
to step over the threshold
into the space waiting.

It is yours to take.
The story given,
the secret revealed,
the journey offered.

The way inward,
begins with a word,
spoken, or perhaps,
kept silent,
a truth recognized,
and finally,
stepped across.

Filed under: 🜁 Self – tracing the inner landscapes of thought, feeling, and becoming.
Eternal Now

My soul,
my consciousness,
lives eternally.

Yet I exist
neither in the past
nor in the future.

On the infinite line,
I, timeless witness,
to this moment
conceived, defined.

A word—spoken.
Eyes—opened.
A world—created.
Reality—stamped.

Filed under: 🜃 Infinite – exploring the unseen forces behind creation, truth, and existence.
Baptized by Fire

Imagination creates birth
and infinity.
Darkness births death
and transformation.
One cannot exist
without the other.

To engage is to become.
To become is to die.
And to die, is to transform.

Light is born of fire.
Fire is born of light.

As above, so below.
We are the below,
surrounded by the above.

Why fight for gods,
for superiority, for ashes?

Know your home.
Know yourself.

Learn to connect.
Learn to remember.

Kindness is the song.
Love, the heartbeat.

Come crying for your soul.
Leave smiling at your life.

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Unshackled

Trapped in a fantasy,
Ensnared in a dreamscape,
A gilded cage of your own design.

Paralyzed by fear,
Roots of doubt anchoring you to illusion,
Afraid to truly live.

Shielding yourself from
The guardian,
While baring your soul to
The hunter.

Doubting virtue,
Condemning it as vice,
While trusting the wicked,
As if malice were grace.

Clarity is absent,
Lost in the fog of self-deception,
Discernment deceived,
A compass spinning wildly,
Wisdom is a forgotten art,
Buried beneath layers of false knowing.

Arrive in the present.
Be here, now.
Show up for life.

Leave the foreign shadow.
Don’t miss the raw, unfiltered moment.

It’s simple—
Yet profound in its simplicity.
Slow your mind,
Let it breathe.

Unshackle yourself,
Break the chains of false perceptions.
Emerge from the cocoon of fear,
Spread wings of authenticity.

In the clarity of presence,
Find the strength to be vulnerable,
The courage to be real,
The wisdom to discern truth from lies.

Embrace the unscripted moment,
Where life’s true magic unfolds.
In nakedness of spirit,
Discover the freedom of being.

Unshackled at last,
Step into the light of your own truth,
Where every breath is a celebration,
And every moment, a rebirth.

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Born Naked

Born naked,
No boundaries,
But bonds of
breath and being.

Born naked,
Free, with no borders,
Just curiosity’s flame.
A lighthouse in the fog.

Identity,
Not in this chapter,
Not in this lesson,
A blank canvas,
Awaiting society’s brush.

Meaning and service,
Imagination and tranquility,
Gratitude and exploration,
Yet often traded for
Comfort in conformity.

We teach ours
And theirs,
Presentation and acts,
Masks worn daily,
Truth lost in the act,
Authenticity, a forgotten script.

Who’s watching over us?

We don’t teach faith,
We teach worship of idols.

We don’t teach questions,
We teach answers prepackaged,
Easy to digest,
Hard to escape,
Mental fast food.

We don’t teach thinking,
We teach status,
The climb over others,
A race with no end,
Sisyphus in a suit and tie.

Likes over essence,
Thrills over purpose,
Moments of euphoria,
Digital applause in an empty auditorium.

Who’s watching over us?
Our forgotten selves, perhaps,
Peering through the cracks.

From naked truths
To clothed deceit,
We walk life’s wardrobe,
Trying on identities like costumes,
Forgetting the skin beneath.

Beneath the layers,
The naked child still breathes,
The flame flickering,
Waiting to be fanned.

Who’s watching over us?
The answer lies in the question,
For in asking, we awaken
To the watchers.

Born naked,
We return to nakedness.

Who’s watching over us?
Let it be our truest,
Guardians of the flame,
That burns at our birth.

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Curiosity’s Flame

In the quiet corners of existence,
A spark flickers, unbidden.
Underlying said phenomenon is that,
Without being wanted or sought for,
It grows into a flame of self-inquiry
That not only makes one discover
What lies beneath our shadows,
But also truths we do not know about.

We are young kids again
Eyes wide with the world’s vastness.
Every inquiry is a pebble tossed
Into the pond of existence,
Ripples spreading,
Running on shores we have never reached.

The fire inside
Burns layers of uncertainty,
Dissolving all the cozy fallacies
We surround ourselves with.

To question is to bridge
The gap between self and other,
Side by side with the pitiful gesture
Of one’s own fingers pointing towards nothingness,
Between the known and mysterious.

In asking, we are stripped
Like a newborn baby becoming vulnerable,
Yet even as powerful as old men of knowledge.
As we shed off clothes of curiosity,
The real us stands out ‘naked’.
Here, our truest essence is revealed.

May this fire burn brightly,
Let it destroy the walls
We have erected around our hearts.
It is here that we find traces of wisdom
(Because they have been revealed) amidst burning beliefs;
Seeds which need light to grow.

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Calling You

I am calling you
To a life well remembered
Yet strangely forgotten

I am calling you
To dive within your depths
And soar among the stars

I am calling you
To feel the world’s pulse
And ignore its clamor

I am calling you
To listen to the silence
And hear your truest self

I am calling you
To surrender your doubts
And connect with the infinite

I am calling you
To a consciousness unexplained
A dream within illusion

I am calling you
To wield your imagination
Unaware of its boundless power

I am calling you
To witness a beauty
No lens can capture

I am calling you
To hear a melody
No instrument can play

I am calling you
To the physics of the intangible
Where solid matter dissolves

I am calling you
To the death of old beliefs
And the birth of new wisdom

I am calling you
To answer with your entire being
To this timeless, formless summons

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Essence Unmasked

Naked at the mirror
I search the night
Behind the skies
Vast and starless
I often throw my net
Into the cosmic void
And to my bewildered reminiscence
I always catch myself
Reflected in the universe’s eye

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Enter Thy Dream

In my tent,
I create and I invent.

And in my tent
I peel,
The images of my senses,
In an attempt,
To reach the grounds,
At which my conscience can’t extend to prevent my memory,
From joining the potential of two extremes.

To look at the judge’s vacant seat
Makes being at two opposites at once, real,
Zero indeed -time leaves-
So as I approach this final shade.

And when everything now
Feels colorless, tasteless, odorless, mute,
And all of that
A legend alarms the shadow of night,
So just to strike my tent with light.

Imagine a subconscious in too deep,
As a divine dream rises to capture the universe and its deities.

A voice from far and near sounds as if it is coming from outside,
And simultaneously from within me says:
“Enter thy dream.”

I enter.

I dream.

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