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  • 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.

  • Born Naked

    Born Naked

    Born naked,
    No boundaries,
    But bonds of
    breath and being.

    Born naked,
    Free, with no borders,
    Just curiosity’s flame.
    A lighthouse in the fog.

    Identity,
    Not in this chapter,
    Not in this lesson,
    A blank canvas,
    Awaiting society’s brush.

    Meaning and service,
    Imagination and tranquility,
    Gratitude and exploration,
    Yet often traded for
    Comfort in conformity.

    We teach ours
    And theirs,
    Presentation and acts,
    Masks worn daily,
    Truth lost in the act,
    Authenticity, a forgotten script.

    Who’s watching over us?

    We don’t teach faith,
    We teach worship of idols.

    We don’t teach questions,
    We teach answers prepackaged,
    Easy to digest,
    Hard to escape,
    Mental fast food.

    We don’t teach thinking,
    We teach status,
    The climb over others,
    A race with no end,
    Sisyphus in a suit and tie.

    Likes over essence,
    Thrills over purpose,
    Moments of euphoria,
    Digital applause in an empty auditorium.

    Who’s watching over us?
    Our forgotten selves, perhaps,
    Peering through the cracks.

    From naked truths
    To clothed deceit,
    We walk life’s wardrobe,
    Trying on identities like costumes,
    Forgetting the skin beneath.

    Beneath the layers,
    The naked child still breathes,
    The flame flickering,
    Waiting to be fanned.

    Who’s watching over us?
    The answer lies in the question,
    For in asking, we awaken
    To the watchers.

    Born naked,
    We return to nakedness.

    Who’s watching over us?
    Let it be our truest,
    Guardians of the flame,
    That burns at our birth.

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