The Soul's Canvas
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.
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.
There is one way,
To slip past time’s relentless hold.
Through light’s dimension,
We may attain an existence outside time.
Untangled from all events’ chains,
That bind us to before-and-after pains,
Touching light speed is
The liberating grace we dwell on.
An opening through which our souls could pass,
To break free of temporality’s grasp,
And bask in the eternity.
Filed under: 🜃 Infinite – exploring the unseen forces behind creation, truth, and existence.
There is a state,
Quite hard to tell,
Beyond what language
Can dispel.
It’s not this world we think
We know,
Where minutes tick
And seasons flow.
Imagine now
A domain so vast,
Where time’s constraints
Have all been cast
Into an open, timeless sea –
An endless stretch
Of just to Be.
And yet this realm
Is not mere naught,
A lifeless void
Of absence sought.
For it’s alive with
Pure Presence bright,
A fullness radiating light.
Within this state freed
From time’s veil,
Our ideas of change
Cannot prevail.
Neither fixed nor ever-shifting,
It encompasses all
Without drifting.
Both boundless as the infinite,
And intimate as the divine wit,
This atemporal,
Uncaused Cause
Pervades all realms
Without pause.
So do not ask,
“Is it moving still?”
For that’s a question
Born of ill –
The ill of thinking
In past and future,
Which this existence
Does not nurture.
It is and isn’t,
All as one,
Like mai-un-mai
In Vedanta’s sun.
The final truth words
Fail to render,
An is-and-is-not
Must we tender.
This essence beyond measure,
Is life’s great everlasting treasure.
Though reason cannot
Here reside,
Our hearts and souls
Can well abide.
Filed under: 🜃 Infinite – exploring the unseen forces behind creation, truth, and existence.
You need to know both sides,
They call me the observatory king.
When you walk in light,
You walk with your shadow.
I came from everywhere,
I lived everything,
I have truth for every doubt,
My mirror will direct this show.
Look on my work.
I am sin.
I am desire.
I am passion.
I am innocence.
I am inspiration.
I am a god whom people are scared to look at.
Yesterday
Today
Tomorrow
A brave insanity
Is the beginning,
And I am
Without an end.
Filed under: 🜂 Other – reflecting on connection, relationships, and the spaces between souls.