connection

The Paradox of Preference

People prefer politeness
Over kindness.
Politeness creates boundaries,
Within the comfort zone.
Kindness is intimate,
It penetrates through the skin,
And touches the heart.
Politeness dresses nicely,
Kindness is naked.

Politeness is a mask we wear,
Kindness, the face beneath.
One shields, the other shares,
Our true humanity.

People prefer the shallow,
Over the deep and true.
Skimming life’s surface,
Afraid to dive into the blue.

People prefer entertainment,
Over reality, journey, friendship,
Exploration and discoveries.
It is harder to consume
The fabricated,
Than it is to feel
Life.

Reality demands presence,
Entertainment is a mere distraction.
Only one shapes our essence.

In the quiet of authenticity,
We find our loudest truths.
Yet we cling to noise,
Evading the wisdom of our youth.

People’s preference is
A paradox.

Filed under: 🜁 Self – tracing the inner landscapes of thought, feeling, and becoming.
The Gardener’s Song

In the soft glow of evening sun,
Grandpa whispers a tale just begun.
His life’s experiences echoes,
Lyrics of lessons, stories told.

Truth dances in each moment’s breath,
Reality, our collective quest.
We shape the world with dreams and deeds,
In unity, we plant the seeds.

Seven steps to heaven we climb:
Awareness, Kindness, Knowledge prime,
Understanding, Love, and then
Wisdom, Oneness without end.

We are the gardeners of light,
Tending life from day to night.
Not fruit alone, but roots we seek,
In silence, let the heart speak.

Your attention creates your world,
Choose wisely where your thoughts are aimed.
For what you think of,
Multiplies in the canvas of your skies.

Life’s not hours, but who we’re with,
Each moment a precious gift.
We’re songs with highs and lows linked,
Captain of our journey, unconfined.

Friction sparks the light within,
Be gentle as your tales begin.
You’re the story, music, and art,
Imagination sets you apart.

In every face, a mirror gleams,
Fragments of our shared dreams.
We’re co-creators in this symphony,
Bound by love, not circumstance.

Like trees, we root and reach for sun,
In giving, our strength has begun.
Live fully, don’t just survive,
In connection, we truly thrive.

In the quiet of the night,
Stars twinkle with infinite light.
Your voice, a brushstroke on life’s art,
You paint wonders from your heart.

Speak your truth, sing your song,
In the narrative’ miracles, you belong.
The pen is yours, the stage is set,
Write your story without regret.

Filed under: 🜂 Other – reflecting on connection, relationships, and the spaces between souls.
Assumptions: Unyielding Walls

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.
The Heart’s Arithmetic

Three plus one,
Does not equal four.
Four minus three,
Does not equal one.
When divided,
You cannot subtract nor add.
Hearts feel infinity in a touch.

Three plus three,
Does not equal six.
Six minus three,
Does not equal three.
When multiplied,
The heart does not know numbers.
Learn love in heartbeats.

One equals many, equals everything,
Equals one divided by zero.
That’s what the heart knows.
That’s what the heart knows.

Parallel lines intersect.
In the geometry of affection,
Limits walk to eternity.

One plus one,
Countless possibilities.
That’s what the heart knows.
That’s what the heart knows.

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

I paint
with words,
a dreamscape
of the mind.
A sunrise heard
in hues of gold,
A lover’s kiss,
sweet and tender,
A storm raging
with wild abandon.
I paint with words,
And you are
my canvas.

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

A word is a
life lived,
in liberation,
in freedom,
in honesty.

Filed under: 🜂 Other – reflecting on connection, relationships, and the spaces between souls.
There is More

There is more than the grounds we stand on,
That hold us.

There is more than these words we speak,
That gather us.

There is more than this time we got,
That preserves us.

There is more than those thoughts we have,
That enlighten us.

There is more than a heart we romance,
That touches us.

There is more than navigating genes we inherit,
That guide us.

There is more than
Flesh, breath and blood.

There is more than
We know.

There is more than
You and me.

There is more than
A physical connection.

There is only one truthful line we know,
One truthful page we feel

There is more than…

It’s called

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