existence

A Shadow and a Light

I would not trade the soft whispers of my soul
for the bright music of fleeting praise.
Nor the shadows that give it shape
to melt in the radiance of endless sunlit days.
I would wish my spirit a shadow and a light.

A shadow to give me solace and the space
to feel the textures of the world unseen.
A light to guide my footsteps through the labyrinth
and find loveliness in what might have been.

A shadow to ground me to the earth’s dark center;
A light to lift my gaze to distant, promising skies.

I would rather my way had a seeking heart than that I accepted dull conjecture.

I crave the ache of reaching for the stars above,
for those who settle for dust have lost their deep hue.
I have known the thrum of a love that burns,
and its soft whisper rings more clear and true.

When the evening falls, the tired bird takes rest
and dreams of flying on the morning breeze.
As sunrise wakes it leaves the sheltered nest
to greet the largeness with a glad prayer.

The life of birds is quest and return.
A shadow and a light.

The river flows from mountain’s height away
and gains strength from every winding stream.
It cuts its course through darkness and through light
until it flows to the sheen of the ocean.

The life of rivers is a sharing and a gain.
A shadow and a light.

And thus the self departs its boundless source,
to wander through the landscapes of the Now,
through the summits of strife and the span
of peaceful valleys where gentle breezes blow.

To reach the final current, smooth and deep,
and lose itself once more where all beginnings sleep.

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

Time is our most precious gift—
a true welcoming.
I welcome you,
and you welcome me.

Time is an embrace,
the quiet thread that connects.
The author of context,
of meaning.
A dimension,
a perspective—
the perception born of imagination.

Do not spend your time
on what will not remain
with you,
for as long as your consciousness
breathes,
you are.

Choose—and simultaneously be chosen.
The people, the moments,
the story you share.
Not because you are better,
or more rare,
but because your life
is yours.
And it matters.

The peace of this awareness
gives rise to wisdom:
we are all equal.

Only when all are free
can one be free.

Bread breaks open in the oven.
And for every reason to despair,
there are endless wonders
waiting to unveil themselves
to those who keep their eyes—
and hearts—open.

Recall how fire sparks:
a harmonious synchronicity
of heart, mind, and soul.
Two scratch one another,
beneath the surface.

Do not say,
“We could’ve had a wider field,”
or “We might’ve reached the horizon.”
“I could’ve, I should’ve”
Create it.
Make it real.
Be wholly, genuinely
your amazed,
curious,
giving self.
Hear the bells.

Befriend a tree.
Be the gardener of one tree—
and all that’s hidden
shall be revealed.

The secrets
have always been there,
patiently awaiting
your arrival.

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

In the quiet corners of existence,
A spark flickers, unbidden.
Underlying said phenomenon is that,
Without being wanted or sought for,
It grows into a flame of self-inquiry
That not only makes one discover
What lies beneath our shadows,
But also truths we do not know about.

We are young kids again
Eyes wide with the world’s vastness.
Every inquiry is a pebble tossed
Into the pond of existence,
Ripples spreading,
Running on shores we have never reached.

The fire inside
Burns layers of uncertainty,
Dissolving all the cozy fallacies
We surround ourselves with.

To question is to bridge
The gap between self and other,
Side by side with the pitiful gesture
Of one’s own fingers pointing towards nothingness,
Between the known and mysterious.

In asking, we are stripped
Like a newborn baby becoming vulnerable,
Yet even as powerful as old men of knowledge.
As we shed off clothes of curiosity,
The real us stands out ‘naked’.
Here, our truest essence is revealed.

May this fire burn brightly,
Let it destroy the walls
We have erected around our hearts.
It is here that we find traces of wisdom
(Because they have been revealed) amidst burning beliefs;
Seeds which need light to grow.

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

Life waits for us,
A starry-clad wild dancer-
Shall we refuse this call,
Or shall we take its hold?
Do we want to be
A complaining gray mouse,
Or would it make sense
To join in on the heavenly dance
Of floor,
That is not resplendent like other stars?

Those who dare tango with existence,
Find themselves swept away
Into a grand love affair,
Where trust blossoms
Like a supernova,
That destroys all illusions of being,
Separate entities from each other.

Because every breath
we breathe out,
Is a message of love.
While every single occasion
Remembered
Not in order only,
But rather forever.

On the mountains of today,
Lie the possibilities
Of tomorrow.
For who knows where
They may send us
Into some unexplored part of being?
As life who loves us passionately,
Whirls us in and out of galaxies
That are made up of holy moments,
We are shown fresh constellations
Of wonder in each revolution.

Instead,
This means to dance
With the universe
Is an acceptance of its music,
Even if sometimes
It becomes disharmonious
To our ears.
It means getting rid
Of heavy armor
Against all that we would.
Instead,
Embark into espousing
Light gowns that
Is acceptance.

Within this cosmic ballet,
We are student and creator,
Learning steps undreamed before,
Now interweaving patterns
More delicate than we had imagined.

And so,
As the sun spins around through space,
Take another spin around that star.
Realize how much it is
That we share with this life,
For once there would be
Nothing else
But its pure essence
When at last –
Without any thought or effort at all –
We become what we have
Always been in our hearts:
Simply dancing.

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

From the deeper recesses of my brain,
I call forth whole worlds,
Whose births are unto galaxies,
From the tongue and fingertips.
They are bright spatial plains I create.

Then comes my magnificent creations,
Around which others revolve
Without knowing what compels them.
I attract.

Even though the gravity
Of producing pulls within my bones
I grow tired,
Listening to whispers similar
To that of a black hole,
Sometimes I rest,
Satiated by someone else’s food,
But the meal is empty.

I still carry on.
Whenever it fails
To elicit any interest from me
In isolation,
I move forward on the path
As impenetrable as a diamond.

What else is there for me
Except dying or creating?
I offer my own interpretation of the universe
Singing into the vast emptiness.

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

Antiquity breathes,
Momentarily birthing,
Cosmic prospect.

Circumference of breath-born horizons,
Specimens of ephemeral universes,
Cause of endings become beginnings.

Gravity of infinite black hole realms,
Reality fleeting as exhalation.

All of the above,
And a specter of time reversed,
To reveal,
The deepest privacy,
Of existence on the edge.

The divine feeling of perpetual creation.

An open invitation,
To witness universes in each breath.

And only few to explore,
This negative image of cosmos.

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

There is more than the grounds we stand on,
That hold us.

There is more than these words we speak,
That gather us.

There is more than this time we got,
That preserves us.

There is more than those thoughts we have,
That enlighten us.

There is more than a heart we romance,
That touches us.

There is more than navigating genes we inherit,
That guide us.

There is more than
Flesh, breath and blood.

There is more than
We know.

There is more than
You and me.

There is more than
A physical connection.

There is only one truthful line we know,
One truthful page we feel

There is more than…

It’s called

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