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  • I Always Catch Up

    I Always Catch Up

    I kick my can,
    But I always catch up.

    I pick up my can,
    I empty it and I kick my can,
    But I always catch up.

    I pick up my can,
    I fill it and I kick my can,
    But I always catch up.

    I kick my can into tomorrow,
    But I always catch up today.

    I kick my can, it’s dented now,
    But I always catch up, somehow.

    I kick my can in endless loops,
    But I always catch up, in swoops.

    I kick my can, my legs grow weary,
    But I always catch up, theory and query.

    I kick my can towards the stars,
    But I always catch up, near and far.

    I kick my can through seasons’ change,
    But I always catch up, time’s range.

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

  • Death Opens Doors

    Death Opens Doors

    At the end of this excursion and its light intense expedition,
    Death comes prowling with a cordial welcome,
    Like an amiable genial host,
    For all of us who instinctively and involuntarily,
    Receive his faded invitation at the moment of our birth.

    His long anticipated alleviation comes startlingly,
    Only to hit us with the certainty of a sacred approach,
    As we emerge into his obedient audience,
    And he into our past new navigator.

    We instantly exit and we enter,
    Another ingredient of who we are,
    -The cook prepares the feast-,
    The clarity of this new mode announces,
    The fearless recurrence with jubilation,
    I will not resist.

    Yet I’ll leave when I wish.

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

  • Luminous Wisdom

    Luminous Wisdom

    When light bursts out,
    night runs away.
    Light wins, erases dark,
    But in shadows, memories stay.
    Marks where dark lived,
    Not gone, just deeper.

    The bright may show
    Where night’s veil once was,
    Walking prints left
    Before being undone.
    As brighter truth shines in, open,
    Less stuff is held in this world’s traps.

    You control the switch
    That lets light’s grace shine,
    When dark creeps back
    With its hidden fears,
    Only a watchful soul can guard
    The small sun that’s near.

    Night hides not just
    What we can’t see,
    But covers the self in shadow,
    Doubting what’s real.
    Turn light inside to
    Light up dark rooms,
    Clearing the dust that blinded
    With its gloom.

    Always changing like sun and moon
    Are the lights and shades.
    What brightness showed
    Must sometimes in night fade,
    As new dawns of light
    Break through with their rays,
    From night’s deep paths,
    Heaven’s secret ways.

    Look too long at suns
    And blind your eyes.
    Through dark you might find
    The balance that brings clear sight.
    Not just chasing any light,
    But watching where its power lies,
    Lest it burns to dead ends,
    Its force drained and dry.

    In cycles of shadow and shine,
    We walk our souls’ ground,
    Each light a step
    On wisdom’s twisting road.
    Hold both light and dark,
    For in their dance we grow,
    Opening old truths
    In the rise and fall.

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