consciousness

  • The Thought Architect

    The Thought Architect

    The thought unrolls, a tender leaf,
    uncurling in the dim light of what is.
    But—what is?

    A construction, they tell us.
    Spun from threads of notice,
    dyed with hues of credence.

    This space, these walls,
    hard to the hand,
    yet viewed, interpreted, known
    only through the prism within.

    A shift there, a subtle re-tilting,
    and the light falls differently.
    Shadows stretch or shrink.
    The texture of the wall
    softens,
    or sharpens into new distinctness.

    If the mind,
    this silent architect,
    can raise these thresholds,
    can it not also bring them down?

    To redraw the blueprint,
    erase the lines etched deep
    by habit, by fear, by expectation.

    To choose a new palette,
    brush strokes of possibility
    upon the canvas of the day.

    The weight you carry,
    that unseen burden,
    may lighten or lift
    with one re-imagined breath.

    The world waits,
    formless and fluid,
    for the shaping of your eye.
    Change the mind, they say
    and see the world re-arrange.

  • Who’s Watching

    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

    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

    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

    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

    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

    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

    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

    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.