clarity

  • Illusions of Perception, Power of Clarity

    Illusions of Perception, Power of Clarity

    Reality isn’t the way you perceive the world.
    It isn’t your thoughts about life,
    Nor is it the things around you.

    These are the illusions,
    The grand narratives we tell ourselves,
    To make sense of the unknown.

    Reality is perceiving what is
    Unfiltered,
    Untouched by bias or expectation.

    Clarity is both wisdom and power.
    To see clearly is to witness the essence of all things,
    Stripped down to their purest forms.
    In that vision lies freedom.

    Perception is a veil we draw over truth,
    Shaped by fears, desires, and beliefs.
    It convinces us to see scarcity where there is abundance,
    Isolation where there is connection,
    And loss where there is infinite potential.

    To pierce this veil is to reclaim the fullness of reality.

    When we give,
    We often feel vulnerable,
    As though something has been taken from us.

    This sense of loss,
    This echo of emptiness,
    Is a distortion—
    A negative energy born from a misunderstanding of abundance.
    It resonates at a lower frequency,
    Diminishing our vitality.

    But in truth, giving creates connection.
    It opens channels unseen,
    Forming bonds that ignite the spark of light.

    The friction of this connection doesn’t take—
    It illuminates.
    It lights the mind,
    Awakening it to receive wisdom beyond comprehension.

    The vulnerability we feel in giving is not loss,
    But the courage to merge,
    To blend,
    To expand beyond the self.

    In that merging lies abundance—
    A space where creation unfolds,
    Limitless and radiant.

    What would the world look like,
    If we embraced giving not as sacrifice,
    But as the ultimate act of creation?

    Could we learn to see vulnerability not as weakness,
    But as the doorway to connection and growth?

    Reality is waiting—
    Not in how we think,
    Perceive,
    Or judge,
    But in how we allow ourselves to be and to give.

    Step into it,
    And let the spark illuminate your path.

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

  • Unshackled

    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.

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

  • A House Without Foundation

    A House Without Foundation

    They cultivate an aura of ambiguity,
    leaving the truth cloaked in fog
    that bends with every breeze,
    ever-shifting to suit
    the whims of convenience.

    This being vague is
    no deception of others,
    but a self-delusion, you understand,
    and a refusal to stop
    drifting aimlessly above
    the solid ground of principle.

    By leaving the truth open
    to interpretation,
    they reserve the right to pivot,
    to rewrite and to redefine,
    thereby not only betraying
    others’ trust
    but also their own being.

    For in the depths of
    their own hearts,
    they know that to stand
    for anything is like being
    bound by conviction,
    and so they trade firm ground
    for the fleeting shelter
    of a passing cloud.

    Their words wind through
    labyrinths of mirrored reflections,
    refracting meanings that
    splinter and distort,
    making it possible
    for one person to speak
    several truths at once.

    But eventually,
    this kind of impotence reveals
    something deeper:
    it shows that these individuals
    are willing to betray the roots
    of their integrity
    to avoid the weight of discomfort—
    when perhaps it
    would have been better
    if they had just stated clearly
    what they meant instead.

    Those who engage in such pretenses
    do not lie before others,
    but rather lie before themselves,
    undermining their own character
    with each evasion.

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

  • Journey on

    Journey on

    There’s a question
    Most never ask
    Simple, yet profound
    The key to your path

    How do I get there?

    Some chase wealth
    A million in the bank
    A mansion on the hill
    A fancy car in the drive

    Others seek contentment
    A family’s warm embrace
    A life of quiet joy
    Just enough to get by

    But whatever you choose
    Whatever life you crave
    This question burns bright
    Like a guiding flame

    How do I get there?

    Without it, you drift
    A leaf on the wind
    Reacting, not living
    Surviving, not thriving

    You turn left for a fallen tree
    Right to avoid the wolf
    Dizzy from the dance
    Of life’s random tune

    But ask the question
    And the fog lifts
    Your road becomes clear
    Your steps find purpose

    How do I get there?

    It’s not a secret
    It’s not profound
    It’s the map you draw
    The compass you follow

    Don’t be hypnotized
    By the world’s noise
    Create your identity
    Choose your own voice

    When you know the way
    Obstacles become challenges
    Your authentic self emerges
    In harmony with your dreams

    Journey on,
    With purpose in your stride
    For you’ve asked the question
    That lights the way inside

    How do I get there?
    Now you know.

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

  • Diadem of Self

    Diadem of Self

    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.

  • Humble Pursuit

    Humble Pursuit

    Egos we bend,
    And preconceptions are set aside,
    We bow down,
    To find the truth
    And see the light.

    Stiff minds break,
    While Soft thoughts flow like water.
    In a quiet surrender,
    Wisdom whispers.

    Our sure things are sand castles,
    Washed away by new knowledge tides.
    Empty hands, open hearts,
    Make room to grow.

    Truth’s not a thing to hold,
    But an expanding horizon.
    As we drop heavy guesses,
    Our steps get light, quick.

    To see clear, we first say
    Our sight has limits.
    When we know we’re blind,
    We start to really see.

    The light we want often hides
    In the dark of what we think we know.
    Only when we dare ask
    Do we light our way.

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