awareness

Once Upon a Time

Time is our most precious gift—
a true welcoming.
I welcome you,
and you welcome me.

Time is an embrace,
the quiet thread that connects.
The author of context,
of meaning.
A dimension,
a perspective—
the perception born of imagination.

Do not spend your time
on what will not remain
with you,
for as long as your consciousness
breathes,
you are.

Choose—and simultaneously be chosen.
The people, the moments,
the story you share.
Not because you are better,
or more rare,
but because your life
is yours.
And it matters.

The peace of this awareness
gives rise to wisdom:
we are all equal.

Only when all are free
can one be free.

Bread breaks open in the oven.
And for every reason to despair,
there are endless wonders
waiting to unveil themselves
to those who keep their eyes—
and hearts—open.

Recall how fire sparks:
a harmonious synchronicity
of heart, mind, and soul.
Two scratch one another,
beneath the surface.

Do not say,
“We could’ve had a wider field,”
or “We might’ve reached the horizon.”
“I could’ve, I should’ve”
Create it.
Make it real.
Be wholly, genuinely
your amazed,
curious,
giving self.
Hear the bells.

Befriend a tree.
Be the gardener of one tree—
and all that’s hidden
shall be revealed.

The secrets
have always been there,
patiently awaiting
your arrival.

Filed under: 🜁 Self – tracing the inner landscapes of thought, feeling, and becoming.
When Balance Reveals

When we are out of balance,
We have no real choices,
Yet we convince ourselves
That we do.

Freedom, trapped in a self-made illusion,
Where only one path seems clear.

We move in circles,
Like a hamster on a wheel,
Repeating the same known step,
Again and again.

But balance brings sight to the horizon,
The taste of freedom on our lips
And only then can we choose—
Freely.

Armed with wisdom,
To guard against harm,
And nurture the connections
That bring us life.

Filed under: 🜁 Self – tracing the inner landscapes of thought, feeling, and becoming.
The Rhythm of Surprise and Steadiness

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.
Awareness Unseen

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.
Yield

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.
Listen and Ask

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.
Peel It

Whenever you face
Any or another,
Peel it down
To its seed.

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

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.
Think Before You Speak

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.