compassion

When the Well Dries Up

When the well dries up,
and the road ahead flattens out,
I’ll look out—

not to a distant hero,
but to the faces I pass
every day.

There, the unwavering glint in her eye,
a relentless thrum of work—
that’s vigor.

And him, the quiet flush
creeping up his neck
when complimented—
that’s modesty.

Then her hand, always open,
giving time,
an ear, a meal to spare—
that pours over,
an actual generosity.

It’s not a theoretical proposition,
these virtues.
They’re living next to me,
walking the same roads,
laughing, sharing burdens together.

A constant,
quiet rain of compassion.
A reminder of what is present,
what thrives,
in the shared air between us.

And if they can carry it,
piece by piece,
then so can I.

Filed under: 🜂 Other – reflecting on connection, relationships, and the spaces between souls.
Bridges of the Scattered Self

When estrangement gains its hold,
a quiet severing begins,
not only from the voices without,
but from the murmur within.

We imagine the gulf yawns
only between ourselves and another,
a space grown cold and wide.

But look again.
The mind wanders a forgotten path,
a memory foggy with time,
or a future yet unspun.

Thoughts drift like leaves
blown far,
on a wind we cannot name.

And the body
experiences the phantom pull
of somewhere else
while remaining rooted
in this precise moment.

Even the eyes,
which are windows
to an invisible world,
gaze blankly into the present
while concentrating
on a far-off shore.

Our fragmented
and scattered selves,
each floating aimlessly
in its own ocean.

Kindness
should therefore be
a gentle hand
that unites all differences.
And respect
the bridge we build,
thought by careful thought.
Allow connection to be
the gathering, a homecoming
of all our scattered parts,
welcomed back
into the warmth of now.

Filed under: 🜂 Other – reflecting on connection, relationships, and the spaces between souls.
I Believe

I believe in freedom,
the birthright of every soul,
to wander, to wonder,
and to seek the uncharted paths of life.

I believe in curiosity,
the spark of our divinity,
calling us to explore the magnificent glory
of existence, without fear or limit.

I believe in democracy,
the song of many voices,
harmonizing in a chorus of respect,
compassion, and shared purpose.

I believe in connection,
the sacred bond that weaves hearts together,
where each soul uplifts the other,
and no one is left unseen.

I believe in capitalism with a conscience,
where purpose and profit dance as partners,
creating not only wealth
but a world of dignity and hope.

I believe in work that heals,
in businesses that serve,
and in success that nourishes both
the heart and the hands that built it.

I believe in stories,
the lifeblood of humanity.
Through them, we remember, we dream,
and we understand our place in the infinite.

I believe in courage,
the quiet strength to stand when others sit,
to speak when silence weighs heavy,
and to love when hate surrounds.

I believe in the power of one
to inspire the many,
and the power of the many
to lift the one.

I believe in the light
within every heart,
a spark so small it may seem invisible,
yet strong enough to illuminate the darkest night.

I believe in hands held out in kindness,
in the strength of an embrace that says,
“You are not alone,”
and in the quiet comfort of simply being seen.

I believe in dreams
whispered into the stars,
carried by the winds of hope,
and returned to us as the gentle reminder
that all things are possible.

I believe in the beauty of imperfection,
in the scars that tell our stories,
and in the resilience that rises
from the ashes of our pain.

I believe in the laughter of children,
the wisdom of elders,
and the unbroken thread that connects us all—
woven through love,
through memory, through the eternal now.

I believe in second chances,
in the power of redemption,
and in the boundless grace
that lets us begin again,
no matter how far we have strayed.

I believe in a world
where no one is forgotten,
where every voice matters,
and where every person
is a vital part of the whole,
like stars in the night sky.

I believe in the quiet heroes,
the ones who change the world
not with grand gestures
but with steady, unshakable love.

I believe in the mornings yet to come,
in the sunlight that will warm our faces,
and in the gentle truth
that even the longest winters give way to spring.

I believe in us.
In our capacity
to create beauty out of chaos,
to find each other in the void,
and to walk hand in hand
toward a brighter tomorrow.

I believe,
with every beat of my heart,
that we belong.
That we are here for a reason.
That together,
we can be the light we long to see.

I believe in you,
in me, and in us,
for together,
we can shape a world
where freedom reigns,
justice thrives, and purpose leads the way.

I believe.

And if you’ve ever doubted it,
let me remind you now:
You are part of this story.
You are enough.
You are loved.

This is our time
to hope,
to heal,
and to believe—
together.

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

Picture this:
You are locked in a room,
With a single window.
Your only escape lies
Through that one window.
The potential of today,
And the freedom of now,
Seem distant.

Now, picture yourself,
Locked in a room,
Surrounded by many windows,
Each a different size.
One too small to climb through,
But it allows light to
Chase away the darkness,
Like dawn’s fingers parting night’s curtains,
Reminding you that you are not alone.

Each window plays its part.
Each window, a possibility.
Each window,
A blessing born of
Someone’s kindness.
A silent message:
“You matter, you are seen,”
Whispered by the breeze of compassion.

It is not the help
That saves us.
It is the offer to help
That brightens our day,
The quiet assurance
Of whispered, gentle care.

It is not the gift
That brings happiness.
It is the thought of giving
That fills us with joy,
Like a garden blooming in the heart,
The realization that in someone’s heart,
We are valued and appreciated
By a passionate effort,
A galaxy of care in our sky.

The helping hand
And the gift
Are but windows
And possibilities,
Choices and foundations,
Pillows for dreams,
Softening the hard edges of life.
Friends of hope and grace,
Lighting paths to healing,
And opening doors to tomorrow,
Portals to future days bright with promise.

We are all window-makers.

Filed under: 🜂 Other – reflecting on connection, relationships, and the spaces between souls.
Love and Hate

The opposite of love
Is harm.
Love gives
Life a meaning.
Harm gives life
The illusion of a meaning.

Truth whispers,
Lies shout.
One nurtures the soul,
The other depletes it.
Authenticity blooms slowly,
Deception wilts fast.

Kindness ripples,
Cruelty destroys.
One throws bridges
Over rivers,
The other makes them
Torches.
Through empathy hearts
Come together
By indifference
They move apart.

Change is accepted
By growth,
While stagnation
Fights it.
One unlocks
Better opportunities,
While it locks
All options.
Curiosity
Broadens horizons;
Ignorance
Abridges them.

Forgiveness
Gives freedom;
Resentment
Enslaves.
One can heal scars
While another widens them.
Compassion enlightens
But apathy darkens.

In this theater,
We direct
Our own paths.
Every move
Is a stroke
Towards life.
Love encourages
Various colors
While harm
Uses a single dark hue.

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

With open hearts,
I greet the welcome words of today.

In each face sincerity and genuineness,
In each heart trust and confidence,
In each word truth and love,
In each act of kindness and gift,
In every message and word of today’s greetings.

The warmth of every smile
Is like a morning sun
Lighting up humanity’s common path.
An understanding slight nod head
Expression of love at first sight
That had gone through hardships
A gentle voice devoid of judgment

Strength of a handshake during today’s greetings
Comfort of an embrace as part of today’s greetings
Tomorrow’s hope lights up my smile

With arms wide open
I welcome today’s greetings

Filed under: 🜂 Other – reflecting on connection, relationships, and the spaces between souls.
Perspectives & Mirrors

Your mind’s beauty is shown
Throughout the world like
The canvas which has been
Influenced by perception’s hues of color.
The world just mirrors beauty of mind.

The design is so complicated and perfect
In its detail that the only thing wrong about it
Is our vision –
All full of prejudice scribing concepts
That criticize creation’s masterpiece,
That state what is good and evil.
People do not ever see their evil;
We claim to fight it and invoke demons.
This is a holy place for evildoers.

Would we not have different perceptions
If we could make this world a better place,
Marked everywhere in light of day?
Ignoring the narrative
That remains largely unheard,
Of kindness by deed
That does not involve any sound or sign.

When volunteers give their time
To gentle creatures,
With a loving hand they rear otters.
And parents working day
And night without rest in this unfriendly world
To raise up their kids well.

Healers give away their skills,
Others give to feed the starving.
Isn’t it what we refer to as goodness?
The stories that deserve to be appreciated.

It’s high time that we balanced tales:
One part illumination, one part obscurity.
For a word that describes both the internal and external beauty
Within and around us, it should be “love”.

The beauty that we see in this world of wonder
And woe
Defines who we are as individuals.
Let us now narrate
The comprehensive story
According to which all shine
As distinct brilliant stars.

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

Neurons fire,
Endorphins surge,
When hands extend.

Our brains light up and rejoice
When kindness we scatter.

Caring pumps the heart,
Empathy flows through veins.
The helper’s high,
Eases life’s heavy strains.

In giving,
We receive unseen,
A gift from the soul.

We share,
From abundance,
A wellspring that never dries.

The science of generosity,
Makes us whole.

Naked kindness,
Reveals a profound truth,
In acts of love,
Wellness is found,
We become complete.

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