The Soul's Canvas
Playing catch.
A ball is thrown,
Soft lob or fastball spin,
A movement is
The response.
Backwards, forwards
Or a jiggle,
A hesitation, then a leap.
Hands ready, minds alert,
To catch the meaning flung.
Then a ball
Is thrown again…
A quip, a question, a musing thought.
The game goes on,
This dance of minds,
In volleys of vocabulary.
Filed under: 🜂 Other – reflecting on connection, relationships, and the spaces between souls.
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.
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.
When hearts blend,
A sacred I to I fusion,
Love sculpts a pyramid of light,
A lighthouse to shield and elevate.
To safeguard:
Love lays its foundation,
Stone by stone.
A jasper of kindness,
An amethyst of forgiveness.
A sapphire of understanding
And an opal of empathy.
An amber of welcoming warmth
And a pearl of gracious hosting.
A diamond of unblemished honesty
And an emerald of unwavering truth.
A topaz of unshakeable trust,
Gleaming with loyalty’s golden dust.
A rose quartz of friendship’s tender bloom,
And a garnet of passion’s fiery hue.
A moonstone of intuition’s gentle glow,
And a citrine of joy that helps love stretch.
A turquoise of open communication,
And a lapis lazuli of deep admiration.
A jade of serenity in stormy seasons,
And a ruby of courage to face life together.
Love’s hands keep crafting
Till the triadic fortress
Stands complete.
To soar:
Love lifts them
Through the pyramid’s heart,
Each gemstone’s light
A guiding star.
Amethyst’s glow and jasper’s warmth
Illuminate the path they’ll grow.
Sapphire wisdom
lights their ascent,
Opal’s empathy,
Amber welcome,
Pearl’s grace,
As diamond truth
Makes their love shine.
Rose quartz friendship
Paves the way,
While garnet passion
Ardor.
Moonstone intuition
Glimmers vividly,
Citrine joy
Suffuses their shared light.
With each step up,
They rise anew,
Their bond grows stronger,
Tried and true.
At the apex,
They stand hand in hand,
Their love a beacon across the land.
Love: both roots and wings,
Anchoring deep,
Yet lifting high.
A prism of emotions,
Refracting light,
Painting their world
In vibrant hues of devotion.
Filed under: 🜂 Other – reflecting on connection, relationships, and the spaces between souls.
Find your voice,
They say.
I have found my voice.
They say pretend,
Misunderstanding,
Paper cuts on my soul.
They sting, they bleed.
This is not fine.
My voice to you is
Described as a whisper of a ghost.
However, to me
It is like thunder in my mind .
When told to speak out loud by you,
There are words that
I must take from the deepest part of me,
With every syllable
Struggling against my throat
And clawing to be let out.
On the other hand,
What you hear seems dry.
But for me, it feels
Like fresh wounds.
But if I have to
Call out to someone
In the next room,
I find myself falling into myself,
And my voice coming out
As though it emerged from the dawn of time.
It leaves me panting, empty,
Sometimes it sounds
Like I’m yelling
A cry in your ears;
While for me this is an earthquake
That breaks my soul.
The effort leaves me gasping, drained.
Peace is a soft shawl
Within silence.
At last,
My mind breathes.
In stillness,
And in mute moments,
I am complete.
Filed under: 🜁 Self – tracing the inner landscapes of thought, feeling, and becoming.
Boundaries blur,
Borders break.
Tension builds,
Voices rise.
Patience wears thin,
Like a fraying rope.
Lines are crossed,
When the screaming,
starts.
No one listens.
Filed under: 🜁 Self – tracing the inner landscapes of thought, feeling, and becoming.
Those who assume
Build walls of rigid truth,
Brick by stubborn brick.
Minds are locked gates,
Beliefs are unshakeable.
But those who offer
Hold hands open to the sky,
Ready to either catch starlight
Or let it slip back to the void.
They bend like reeds in others’ winds.
I come to you,
With my palms of possibilities.
Not with demands, but wonder.
I arrived with clay
Waiting to be shaped.
And my mind a blank page,
Hungry for your colors.
In my offering, I found
Our true rhythm.
Each note is a surprise,
Each chord is a revelation.
This music
Of give and take,
Of offer and response,
Writes our song of understanding.
In the space between
Assumption and offering,
Real connection grows.
Filed under: 🜁 Self – tracing the inner landscapes of thought, feeling, and becoming.
A word is a
life lived,
in liberation,
in freedom,
in honesty.
Filed under: 🜂 Other – reflecting on connection, relationships, and the spaces between souls.