Choices

  • Whose Steps Trail Yours?

    Whose Steps Trail Yours?

    Sifting through shadows,
    the phantom touch
    of what could be,
    you yearn for the intertwined fingers,
    the rhythm of two souls,
    marching in tandem.

    But there is this dance,
    that is an ancient truth,
    if it starts within.
    Are you joined in warmth,
    or just chasing illusions?
    Tethered to presence,
    or drifting in dreams?
    Can’t walk hand in hand,
    if you aren’t walking hand in hand.

    Thirty thousand sunrises,
    give or take a few thousand sunsets,
    the average span
    of a human dream,
    each with its own ache,
    its own wonder.
    Whose steps trail yours?
    Whose whispers do you hear?
    Chosen partner,
    or the shadow you cast alone?

    This trip,
    this never-ending scroll
    of awe and unknown,
    we name it life.
    And you,
    at the helm or riding shotgun,
    have your compass
    in the palm of your hand.

    How do you reach out?
    On what wavelength
    does your heart send?

  • Freedom or Footprint

    Freedom or Footprint

    To forge a path,
    we often block
    the view of other paths.

    Sometimes our choices
    are an abundance
    of radiant light,
    stretching in both directions—
    closer, yet wider.
    A treasure discovered
    within,
    as doors quietly open.

    Dictate—
    and you erase
    another’s freedom to choose,
    their own expression.
    Swing with the mood,
    dance with the thrill,
    and leave a impression
    inside yourself.

    Can an impression be harmful?

    The deeper the roots,
    the higher the ascendance.

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

  • What We Allow, We Become

    What We Allow, We Become

    It’s not your time
    all the time.
    There is always
    a participant.

    You reap
    what you allow,
    receive
    what you give.

    Allow love,
    and love will touch you.
    Allow distance,
    and distance will grow.
    Allow harm,
    and wounds will follow.

    We think of ourselves,
    our reasons, our intent—
    but thoughts spark senses,
    senses ignite emotions,
    and emotions shape the world.

    Trapped in our own design,
    we see only our little box,
    blind to the truth,
    to the reality,
    to our own creation.

    Step back.
    Lift your head.
    Look at your garden.

    Are the ones who love you
    smiling at you?
    Are you smiling at yourself—
    with forgiveness in your face
    and grace in your embrace?

    When you cause harm,
    you fail yourself,
    you lose your soul.
    A knife cuts
    the hand that wields it first,
    for a knife is only found
    in darkness.

    See what is.
    How close are the deepest connections?

    Wisdom is ancient.
    Seek the old.
    The harmonious relationship
    is a story best told
    by a teacher who has lived it,
    to a curious mind that longs to know—
    the thoughts of the wise,
    the emotions of the youth.

    Be considerate.
    Be kind.
    Be gracious.
    Be whole.
    Be you connected to.

    May I be
    connected to.

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

  • A Step

    A Step

    Our steps can only
    move in one direction,
    yet we choose freely
    the line they trace.
    A note of possibilities
    and probabilities.

    We are either giving,
    or retreating into ourselves.
    Receiving,
    or closing the door.
    Kind,
    or indifferent.
    Loving,
    or causing harm.
    Welcoming,
    or disturbing peace.
    Living in harmony,
    or in hurt.
    A friend,
    or a shadow of chaos.
    A storyteller,
    or a line written and erased
    at will.
    A voice,
    or an empty cave.

    Balance is the soul’s equilibrium—
    to see the genuine,
    hear the authentic,
    and embrace who we are.

    Not every stranger is an enemy,
    nor does every event
    place us in peril.
    And every danger
    calls for a different courage.

    Discernment isn’t obsequious
    and bound
    by ideology or knowledge.
    It is the wisdom
    to see your true self,
    to understand your role
    within the cosmos.
    It is the intuition of your spark,
    the compass of your mind’s identity,
    the principles
    that guide your soul.

    Before you act,
    pause and ask:
    Who am I?
    Would I wish for a friend or a foe?
    Does my heart long for love,
    or carry the weight of hate?
    Who am I becoming?

    Take a step.
    Be the person
    worthy of your own beatitude,
    Of living happily ever after.
    Not someday,
    but here,
    now,
    today.

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

  • Bag Of Choices

    Bag Of Choices

    Why do we esteem ourselves too much merit?
    Why do we relieve ourselves of our beneficial deeds?
    Why do we ignore the scale of our wisdom practice?

    Why do we exaggerate and understate?
    Does why matter?

    Why spend time finding and placing blame?
    Why spend time crafting reasons and excuses?
    Why spend time convincing a pack of a root cause?

    Your bag of choices,
    Leave not at wound scene.
    Bouncing from one extreme
    To the opposite of what’s seen.

    You are wise, you have understanding,
    And tools of knowledge you mastered.

    The energy and frequency is you.
    Walk as you wish, your own created path.
    At vibrations of your choice.

    Go ahead, the road is open.
    Yours it is, no one walked it before.
    Live life as you choose.

    Do no harm, and attend to.

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