consciousness

Who’s Watching

Though status, faith,
or class may seem
to set us far apart,
the common thread of error
marks us,
star by star.
Each falters in a fashion
uniquely their own.
And this shared imperfection?
It’s a truth
we’ve always known.

It is natural.
No one’s past
is a single color.
No one’s present
is one-dimensional.
And no one’s future
comes without a choice.

Meaning is learned.
Reality—chosen.
A path is formed
by the vibration
of consciousness,
its frequency.

The story unfolds
as one of witness—
probabilities realized.

The observer
is observed.
The observed
is the observer.
Rooted Riddle

A shadow,
my only consistent friend,
becomes shorter with the rising sun,
a lie, this shrinkage,
as it also extends,
an outstretched darkness
that drains the dew-frosted leaves.

Sun-lit, I stretch,
a still green reaching,
for the very light
that sears my edges brown.

A dryness quenched by the storm
that comes to tear me from the soil.

This rooted life,
a paradox of immobility and wild growth,
of receiving what consumes my being,
carbon’s gentle touch,
and returning the very breath
that enables the robin to sing.

They say I am plain,
a fixed point in a turning world.
But in my bark and flower,
quiet battles are fought,
a contradiction to living,
a paradox to being.

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

My soul,
my consciousness,
lives eternally.

Yet I exist
neither in the past
nor in the future.

On the infinite line,
I, timeless witness,
to this moment
conceived, defined.

A word—spoken.
Eyes—opened.
A world—created.
Reality—stamped.

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.
Unspoken Depths

Listen to
The whisper of thoughts
Before they become words.

See
Time’s invisible sleigh of hands
Sculpting moments from eternity.

Smell
The fragrance of dreams
Wafting from the subconscious.

Taste
The flavor of emotions
Simmering in the heart’s cauldron.

Feel
The weight of unwritten roles
Hovering in potential.

Experience
Worlds beyond worlds,
Realities folded within realities.
Destiny hidden in a single cell.

Perceive
Stretching the mind’s canvas
Beyond the frame of possibility.

Plant
The seed,
The sparks of revelation,
In the fertile soil of wonder.

Embrace
The paradox of being,
Both particle and wave,
Observer and observed.

Navigate
The labyrinth of the self,
A mirror reflecting the cosmos.

Resonate
With the frequency of creation,
Vibrating in harmony
A note in the cosmic chord.

Transcend
The boundaries of perception,
To touch the face of mystery.

In these unspoken depths,
We find the silent spaces between heartbeats,
Where eternity whispers its secrets.

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

Imagine hearing,
What the speaker
Could not hear.

Imagine seeing,
What the watchmaker
Could not see.

Imagine smelling,
What the perfumer
Could not sense.

Imagine tasting,
What the cook
Could not savor.

Imagine feeling,
What the actor’s senses
Could not perceive.

Imagine experiencing,
What the storyteller
Never lived.

Imagine conceiving,
What the mother
Never foresaw.

Imagine creating
All of that,
And none of it your own,
Borrowing the universe
To craft a single star.

In the space between
What is, what’s hidden, and what could be,

Let your imagination
Imagine for you.

Just imagine.

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

The mind doesn’t stop,
a ceaseless sea of thought.
Awareness is a current,
steady and deep,
flowing beneath the waves.

In light,
its depths are revealed,
crystalline and clear,
while in darkness,
it hides secrets
it keeps from sight,
a vast ocean unexplored.

An attentive eye,
a lighthouse on the shore,
though often unaware
of its own inner presence,
still senses its gentle touch,
like the caress of sea foam.

In shadows or sunshine,
it’s a constant companion,
an undercurrent strong,
and a soulful heart
beating with the rhythm
of the eternal tide.

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

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.
Axis Mundi of The Mind

In the cosmic loom of existence,
You stand at the nexus
Of all realities.
Nine spheres of truth
Radiate around you,
An eight-point star
With a beating heart at its core.

Front:
Your life unfolds,
A river of moments.
But as you watch,
The current shifts.
Are you shaping the flow,
Or shaped by it?
Observer and observed,
Forever tangled.

Behind:
Paths untaken shimmer and fade.
Step in,
And this becomes your only truth.
Yet infinite
Yous walk infinite paths,
In worlds you’ll never know,
But always are.

Right:
The Liar’s realm,
Where truth bends like light.
Here, belief shapes reality itself.
But once you’ve seen truth as malleable,
Can you ever trust
Your own perception?

Left:
The Dreamer’s domain
Of infinite possibility.
Imagination and reality,
Indistinguishable.
Create a world,
and you’re forever changed.
The dreamer and the dream
Become one.

Above:
The Void,
A sphere of pure nothingness.
Challenging existence
With its emptiness.
Why is there something rather than nothing?
In absence,
Find the essence of being.

Below:
The Collective,
Where all minds merge.
Individual thoughts
Ripple through the whole.
Are you one,
Or are you many?
In unity,
Discover infinite diversity.

Forward:
The Paradox,
Where contradictions thrive.
Logic fails,
Reason bends,
understanding crumbles.
Here,
Opposites coexist in harmony,
Revealing the limits
Of mortal comprehension.

Backward:
The Unknowable,
Beyond all grasp.
A realm that defies
Perception and thought.
In the face of the truly
Incomprehensible,
Find humility
And wonder anew.

Center:
The Heart’s realm,
where emotions pulse.
Love and fear
Shape the very fabric of being.
Here,
Feeling is the ultimate truth,
And empathy bridges all divides.
Observer and observed
Unite in understanding.

In this cosmic mandala
Of realities,
Each sphere calls
With its own truth.
Choose one,
And reality collapses,
Yet all persist
In infinite possibility.

Are you the same
In every sphere?
Or reborn with each choice
You make?
Perhaps you’re split, experiencing all –
A quantum self
In grand superposition.

Time flows uniquely
In each domain,
A heartbeat here,
An eon there.
Once you’ve glimpsed these myriad truths,
Can you ever return
To where you began?

In this paradox
Of infinite being,
Where every choice is true,
Yet bears a cost,
Where reality fractures
And reforms,
Which sphere
Will you call home?

Or will you stand
At the crossroads of all,
In this moment that contains eternity?
For perhaps
The deepest truth is this:
The choice itself
Is our ultimate reality.

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