connection

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.
In Giving, In Relationship

It’s been said before,
“Do unto others,
As you would have them
Do unto you.”

How do we interact
With our inner selves?
To what depths do we reach?

Whatever you offer others,
You must nurture in yourself first,
Lest your wellspring run dry.

To be kind
Is to cultivate love within.
If you dwell on I,
You lose sight of We.
And no I is
Without the embrace
Of the We.

The kindness in giving
Is a radiant energy,
A resonance and a pulse.
Giving of ourselves
Ignites friction.
Friction births a spark.
Collision unveils new beginnings.

A single spark
Illuminates eternity.

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

I am calling you
To a life well remembered
Yet strangely forgotten

I am calling you
To dive within your depths
And soar among the stars

I am calling you
To feel the world’s pulse
And ignore its clamor

I am calling you
To listen to the silence
And hear your truest self

I am calling you
To surrender your doubts
And connect with the infinite

I am calling you
To a consciousness unexplained
A dream within illusion

I am calling you
To wield your imagination
Unaware of its boundless power

I am calling you
To witness a beauty
No lens can capture

I am calling you
To hear a melody
No instrument can play

I am calling you
To the physics of the intangible
Where solid matter dissolves

I am calling you
To the death of old beliefs
And the birth of new wisdom

I am calling you
To answer with your entire being
To this timeless, formless summons

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

Life waits for us,
A starry-clad wild dancer-
Shall we refuse this call,
Or shall we take its hold?
Do we want to be
A complaining gray mouse,
Or would it make sense
To join in on the heavenly dance
Of floor,
That is not resplendent like other stars?

Those who dare tango with existence,
Find themselves swept away
Into a grand love affair,
Where trust blossoms
Like a supernova,
That destroys all illusions of being,
Separate entities from each other.

Because every breath
we breathe out,
Is a message of love.
While every single occasion
Remembered
Not in order only,
But rather forever.

On the mountains of today,
Lie the possibilities
Of tomorrow.
For who knows where
They may send us
Into some unexplored part of being?
As life who loves us passionately,
Whirls us in and out of galaxies
That are made up of holy moments,
We are shown fresh constellations
Of wonder in each revolution.

Instead,
This means to dance
With the universe
Is an acceptance of its music,
Even if sometimes
It becomes disharmonious
To our ears.
It means getting rid
Of heavy armor
Against all that we would.
Instead,
Embark into espousing
Light gowns that
Is acceptance.

Within this cosmic ballet,
We are student and creator,
Learning steps undreamed before,
Now interweaving patterns
More delicate than we had imagined.

And so,
As the sun spins around through space,
Take another spin around that star.
Realize how much it is
That we share with this life,
For once there would be
Nothing else
But its pure essence
When at last –
Without any thought or effort at all –
We become what we have
Always been in our hearts:
Simply dancing.

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

Have you ever felt
As if you are standing
In your own space
With your hands open
And every person you encounter
Tattoos you,
Writes on you
With permanent ink
Before moving on?

The marks glow
With a stained-glass-like luster;
They form an intricately
Beautiful pattern
Made out of memories
And accidental encounters.
Some run very deep;
Others just scratch the surface;
Nevertheless each one
Does stay
In its own way
However, faint it might be.

Would you want to look at yourself?
Can you see yourself beneath these marks?

In the looking glass,
There’s a kaleidoscope of reflections
Looking back at me
A live screen
On which countless stories appear.
But beneath all these;
I feel a heartbeat pounding constantly,
A central self-crying out
For recognition…

I feel as if I am losing myself
Within these entwining paths
A life’s true maze.
Which scars deserve
Our appreciation
And which ones should be forgotten?
It could be that this decision
Symbolizes the very essence
Of the soul.

Just
Wandering.

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.
Breath Exchange

We breathe in
From nose up
To our mind,
And we exhale down,
An offering from mouth
To earth’s trees.

A very simple
beautiful cycle.
Delicate and vital.
One couldn’t exist,
If the other falls.

Earth provides the atmosphere,
We replenish it,
The balance is clear.
This Earth, a home,
Not ours to drain,
To plunder for profit,
For wealth and greed.
The chasm between
The rich and the poor.

Though all share
The same air to produce.
One atmosphere,
Enveloping all.
A borrowed breath,
A life returned,
In this resonant rhythm,
We are bound,
A reciprocal breath,
Sustains all life.

Filed under: 🜂 Other – reflecting on connection, relationships, and the spaces between souls.
Empathy’s Weight

I can feel your pain,
Whispered in my bones.
Your struggles are now mine,
An unmentioned burden that I bear silently.

Every story told to me,
Every tear I see shed,
My heart is weighted down,
A storehouse of sorrows.

As understanding deepens,
So does sadness grow.
It is a strange bond:
The nearer I get, the more I hurt.

Yet, through this hurt comes a revelation:
Life does not issue blame,
Only learning etched into experience.

We stumble and we fall
And then stand up again
Every mistake is a teacher
Each sorrow is our guide

No villains, they say in the allegory of human experience
There are only students
There is no failing again

But if I must bear
The load of a thousand lives
For I can endure knowing:
This is a school where we are all pupils
This is school where all of us are learners
But let me tell you something –
This place is a memorable and beautiful college

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