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.
We breathe in
From nose up
To our mind,
And we exhale down,
An offering from mouth
To earth’s trees.
A very simple
beautiful cycle.
Delicate and vital.
One couldn’t exist,
If the other falls.
Earth provides the atmosphere,
We replenish it,
The balance is clear.
This Earth, a home,
Not ours to drain,
To plunder for profit,
For wealth and greed.
The chasm between
The rich and the poor.
Though all share
The same air to produce.
One atmosphere,
Enveloping all.
A borrowed breath,
A life returned,
In this resonant rhythm,
We are bound,
A reciprocal breath,
Sustains all life.
Filed under: 🜂 Other – reflecting on connection, relationships, and the spaces between souls.
The sky above
Griffith Park is
Black and white,
A canvas primed.
Ancient light,
Millions of years old,
Dances gracefully
On a black surface
Of the universe.
Painting the seasons
With cosmic hues.
Stars holding hands,
Singing so brightly.
I climb the hill,
Bathed in the glow
Of the moon’s gentle smile.
And I watch the trees
Breathe. Inhale,
Exhale.
Leaves chatting
Each other up.
Colorful threads,
Connect the leaves,
To the sky’s light.
Connect the leaves,
To the forest,
And all of its life.
Connect the leaves
To me.
A surrender
In wonder.
Colorful threads,
Love.
Revealed.
In every breath,
In every beam.
Filed under: 🜃 Infinite – exploring the unseen forces behind creation, truth, and existence.
Antiquity breathes,
Momentarily birthing,
Cosmic prospect.
Circumference of breath-born horizons,
Specimens of ephemeral universes,
Cause of endings become beginnings.
Gravity of infinite black hole realms,
Reality fleeting as exhalation.
All of the above,
And a specter of time reversed,
To reveal,
The deepest privacy,
Of existence on the edge.
The divine feeling of perpetual creation.
An open invitation,
To witness universes in each breath.
And only few to explore,
This negative image of cosmos.
Filed under: 🜃 Infinite – exploring the unseen forces behind creation, truth, and existence.