The Soul's Canvas
For each of us,
His own song,
And own creative music.
For each of us,
A healing frequency.
This is tranquility.
In the silence between notes,
We find our rhythm true.
Each heartbeat a cadence,
Each breath a gentle refrain.
Our melody unfolds,
Unique as morning dew.
This harmony we seek,
Is found within our chord.
A personal symphony,
That opens every door.
To peace and understanding,
Forevermore.
Filed under: 🜃 Infinite – exploring the unseen forces behind creation, truth, and existence.
Light comes in,
And shadows go away,
Not vanquished,
But veiled.
As with concealed memories
Waiting out there at the edge
Of consciousness.
Darkness makes its spooky mark,
A palimpsest on the fabric of space.
Yet light could obliterate,
However,
The trace remains,
A black relief.
As brightness increases,
Shadows disappear.
Our form appears to rise, unraveled.
The more luminous we become,
The lighter we weigh,
Through light’s caress matter ends.
In this equilibrium
Between seen and unseen,
Light wipes off what is hidden beneath it.
But then,
There is a trick you can do with your fingers:
Press it.
Make it brighter
Or darker, that’s up to you
The decision is yours
But it’s something that’s not often known.
In warm bright or cold dark contact
Your core discovers how to go down or stay up.
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Sun kisses my eyelids,
I am awake.
Gratitude a marching beat,
In my chest.
The simple beauty,
Is everywhere.
Love breathes into
The tasks I meet,
A soft warmth
In every step.
Humility paves the way,
Humble thoughts guide me,
In the choices I make,
Deep inside.
Each day reveals,
A precious stone.
From laughs
To wise thoughts,
With clear eyes,
I see the world,
My own reflection,
A diadem.
Filed under: 🜁 Self – tracing the inner landscapes of thought, feeling, and becoming.
Seek balance,
Or lose the present’s grace.
In mindful choice,
Find your true place.
Filed under: 🜁 Self – tracing the inner landscapes of thought, feeling, and becoming.
When relationship with self
Becomes mere convenience,
An empty shell forms,
No real core.
Our true self fades,
Lost in the fog.
We lose our compass,
We lose our guiding star’s light.
Floating alone,
In a big formless sea,
We drift through time,
Chained and confused.
Each moment blends
Into the next,
As we wander blind
Through days and space.
In this hazy trip,
Where who we are
Is in exile,
We find ourselves lost
In anonymous days.
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When light bursts out,
night runs away.
Light wins, erases dark,
But in shadows, memories stay.
Marks where dark lived,
Not gone, just deeper.
The bright may show
Where night’s veil once was,
Walking prints left
Before being undone.
As brighter truth shines in, open,
Less stuff is held in this world’s traps.
You control the switch
That lets light’s grace shine,
When dark creeps back
With its hidden fears,
Only a watchful soul can guard
The small sun that’s near.
Night hides not just
What we can’t see,
But covers the self in shadow,
Doubting what’s real.
Turn light inside to
Light up dark rooms,
Clearing the dust that blinded
With its gloom.
Always changing like sun and moon
Are the lights and shades.
What brightness showed
Must sometimes in night fade,
As new dawns of light
Break through with their rays,
From night’s deep paths,
Heaven’s secret ways.
Look too long at suns
And blind your eyes.
Through dark you might find
The balance that brings clear sight.
Not just chasing any light,
But watching where its power lies,
Lest it burns to dead ends,
Its force drained and dry.
In cycles of shadow and shine,
We walk our souls’ ground,
Each light a step
On wisdom’s twisting road.
Hold both light and dark,
For in their dance we grow,
Opening old truths
In the rise and fall.
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We live in the source’s dreams,
Echoes of a cosmic sleep.
The dreamer spoke,
Yet the dream stays,
A yearning whisper.
Reality hangs by a vision
of our perception,
A quantum song of what could be.
Does the tree fall if we don’t look?
Our minds,
The universe realizing itself.
Some wake up inside the dream,
Clarity sparks like thoughts firing.
They buzz at a higher pitch,
Co-makers in this grand show.
Our power is to witness,
To experience life.
A clear life that isn’t,
Yet is.
We leave marks in time’s sand,
Memories etched in space.
The waves we make,
Our marks and footprints,
In a dream that dreams us alive.
Each moment made and gone,
We breathe on the edge of nothing.
Watching, joining, becoming, being,
In this forever, now.
Filed under: 🜃 Infinite – exploring the unseen forces behind creation, truth, and existence.
I listen
with my eyes,
I see
with my touch,
I feel
with my ears.
Filed under: 🜁 Self – tracing the inner landscapes of thought, feeling, and becoming.
In silence, with closed eyes, I sit,
And let the world around me quit.
I tune my ears to nature’s grace,
To feel the wind in its embrace.
The rustling leaves, a gentle sound,
Like whispers from the Earth’s own ground.
Through branches, wind begins to sing,
A symphony, which hearts believe.
It’s more than just a passing breeze,
It’s like a magnet,
Drawing me closer to its call,
Like a cosmic force.
The wind’s song stretches my mind’s wings,
Unveiling truths that silence reveals.
It touches me deep in my soul,
A melody that makes me whole.
In this communion with the air,
I find a peace beyond compare.
A cleansing of the mind and heart,
Where inner worlds and winds dance.
Close your eyes, and attend,
To nature’s music.
Let wind’s sweet song your spirit guide,
In its embrace, my dear friend.
Filed under: 🜃 Infinite – exploring the unseen forces behind creation, truth, and existence.