connection

The Reaching

A hand reaching,
across a table,
no agenda concealed in its palm,
no desired outcome fluttering
like a bird in a cage.

Only the space closing,
skin meeting skin,
a silent current flowing,
unbidden, unexpected.

Not to gain,
not to fix,
not even to comfort,
though comfort may unfold
in the quiet that ensues.

It is.
A gesture stripped,
of calculation,
and of the relentless chorus
of why.

In that naked simplicity,
a resonance.
A weight that comes to rest,
not heavy, but authentic.

Meaning unfolds,
and discovered,
like a vein of gold
buried in the plain stone
of existence.

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

Pulse Point

The air is charged,
not with storm,
but the quiet thrum between us.
A current, invisible,
but drawing, pulling my eye,
my breath, to yours.

Your hand,
a cautious bird
alighting on my arm,
trills shivers not of dread,
but a wild, beating hope.

The world outside fades,
a hum in the background
to the sharp,
suddenly intense focus
of your eyes.
A cosmos contained
in their depths,
a whirlpool swirling galaxies
I want to explore.

My own heart,
usually a steady drum,
now a crazed hummingbird
beating against my ribcage.
Each beat an echo
of the unspoken question
hanging in the air
between our lips.

A silence so charged,
it crackles.
A held breath
before a leap.

Then the slightest movement,
a lean forward,
and the world turns
on its axis.
The brush of your fingers
against mine,
a spark that ignites
a wildfire inside.

My blood pounds,
like a thundering tide in my ears.
And in that arrested moment,
before any words spoken,
before any touch yet realized,
there is nothing but raw,
untamed promise
of something earth-shaking,
something magically,
horrid real.

My soul,
compass whirling wildly,
at last, irrevocably,
sets my North
only to you.

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

Relationships end,
by the silent selfish decisions
we make in secrecy and
carve into the stone.

You say it first to yourself,
tattoo it on your partner’s heart,
but the words linger
like a burden they were
never intended to bear.

A moment’s space,
a breath of air,
becomes a gulf
unintentionally carved.

We hear stories of bonds
blessed and unbroken,
a melody composed
by numerous harmonious voices.

One truth sings:
Two souls traveling together,
hand in hand,
even across desolate areas,
discover that the landscape
is shifting and that
there is a constant dance
of motion and stillness.

It is the rhythm of life itself:
the steady beat,
the comforting rest,
the sleep that revives,
the shelter shared in common,
the roots that tie.

It is the courage to say
the truth of your senses:
the colors that stain your portrait,
the scents that stir your remembrance,
the emotions that beat within,
the thoughts that form your world.

Are these given,
shared with the waiting ear,
the seeing eye?

And is your partner visible,
known in their own right?

Is it not the intertwining of moments,
the micro and the macro,
that forge the strongest ties?

The treasure is not
in running away from demons,
but in walking together through them,
hand in hand,
to the dawn of day.

The path has been trod
by many feet.
Seek wisdom in those
who have trod before you,
embrace the solace of solitude,
the healing power of forgiveness,
the strength of connection,
the softness of compassion,
the unwavering hand of grace,
the quiet certainty of faith,
the boundless ocean of love,
and the simple gift of self.

And have your stories told,
by ears that truly hear,
by eyes that truly see.

Filed under: 🜂 Other – reflecting on connection, relationships, and the spaces between souls.
Whispers of Essence

There’s a story within each of us,
spun from hurt and quiet victories.
Yet beneath the details, the echo of our years whispers the same essence-
a shared longing for connection.

Friends from the cradle,
yet a few sculpt the world with illusions,
spinning the idea that unity is forged
only in the fire of a common enemy.
But how can that be true,
when kindness is our first language?

Life grows complex
beneath the veils we sew,
when its essence thrives
in the simplest of truths.
Water flows freely,
gifted by nature’s grace.
Food flourishes in soil
untainted, unclaimed.
The breath we take—pure, unseen—
renews every atom, every pulse of life.

Would we not thrive,
if we cast off the burdens
and embraced the abundance
that was never meant
to be possessed?

Filed under: 🜃 Infinite – exploring the unseen forces behind creation, truth, and existence.
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.
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.
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.
You Can’t Lose What Is True

You can’t lose
What is true.
You can’t lose
What is authentic.

You can not lose love.
You can not lose friendship.
You can not lose kindness.
If it’s true, it shines back,
A beacon in the dark.

Freedom is an accepting
Connection between two.
Both are allowed to be themselves,
When both accommodate growth.
A dance of give and take,
A symphony of shared space.

Two together.
Be curious, learn.
Avoid the harmful.
Quench the fruitful,
The uplifting towards the light,
And the motivating to illuminate.
In this garden of togetherness,
We grow towards the sun.

Save, hold back
Shrink the comfortable
Space to be,
And you lose.
For true connection
Needs room to breathe.

To love
Is to give of
The love within,
For self.
Love between two,
Is love in
The space between.
A bridge of light
Connecting heart to heart.

Authenticity,
A reflection of the soul.
Be vulnerable,
Reveal, don’t hide
The true meaning.
See the soul,
In yourself and others.
For in this nakedness of spirit,
We find our truest selves.

In the mirror of authentic connection,
We lose only our illusions,
And gain the world.

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

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.

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