faith

Egg of the Unknown

Darkness of the unknown
Lays an egg that goes astray.
A crystal tear, and an honest smile:
Praise the believer,
And forgive the blind.

Filed under: 🜃 Infinite – exploring the unseen forces behind creation, truth, and existence.
The Stories of My Tears

Every night, as far back as I could remember,
I shiver. I cry myself to sleep.
It was the only way I knew how to fall asleep,
The only feeling I knew.

Tears are my friends. Each tear is a story,
A real life tale with colorful characters,
And the self I only knew through struggle, pain
And a mind separate of the body.
What I knew was not what I did.

The environment was hell, and the characters lost.
There was no writer, nor a script.
It was always impulse, reaction to an escape
Of a struggle within a struggle.
There was no time to pause.
A moment of reset could not be found.

I do not count sheep, I peeled tears.
I escaped so far away,
I lost the captain seat of my body and actions.
Born autistic, with no diagnosis.
Literally forced yourself to speak,
But words don’t come out right.

Born in a family of migrants,
Trapped in a civil war.
Unwelcomed anywhere.
At home, at school, outside in the neighborhood.
The only escape is the mind.

Every obstacle overcome was never good enough.
Constantly chasing normal.
And in my mind I know.
Yes, everyone is constantly chasing normal.
And we are all tired.

Can I be me? Can I find me beneath the graffiti?
Live your life. And I’ll live mine. A dream.
Can I live my life?
Mine will always include tears and smiles.
But know that my voice is mute.

I am too scared to speak my mind.
Always beaten whenever I spoke from the heart.
The soul is the only dialogue. Loud or mute.

At the end of each day,
All of the grima from the excessive stimulation,
A volcano inside is ready to erupt.
I take a very deep breath,
To bring light into the volcano, and simply live.

I escape for a fresh breath of another day.
The only possible faith, and only choice,
Is to believe in today, and in tomorrow.

Living such a life, God can only be found
In little moments. Not some place far away,
Nor living in my house.
I am in his house, and therefore,
He is in my moments.

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

Invisible world out.
Beyond what eyes can see.
Faith, the key,
But how can we calculate it?

The hidden force that is known
We recognize it
Only believing by faith
But wisdom’s source
Giving the unknown a name.

That is what faith is.
What depths of cosmic stream.
Mind supports campaigns
Which neither sense of logic nor thinking helps out.

Quantum worlds and mystical thoughts.
In the wilderness faith finds a pattern
Where no other man can find one.

Nothing can touch us
But we are touched.
Faith and knowledge move side by side.

Transformational power lies
To recognize is to transform.
Our inner norm takes its shape from faith
It endeavors into infinite potentialities.

Filed under: 🜃 Infinite – exploring the unseen forces behind creation, truth, and existence.
The Magic Alchemy of What’s to Come

In now’s fertile ground,
We’re sowing the seeds of tomorrow’s delight.
Gratitude, a bright bow,
Bends over an alloyed time.
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We pray for blessings not yet come,
And with our hearts on fire we say thanks.
Abundance is invited to occupy this moment

A gracious act before its due day
Painting vivid futures there and then.
With grateful thoughts,
We pave the path.

Affirmations by morning light,
Thankful for what will be preserved later on.
Celebratory penning in our notebooks
For unseen harvests yet borne.

Visualize
With grateful heart,
The joys that lie ahead.

Doubt will dissolve away into thanksgiving,
While trust takes center stage.

The universe’s wisdom
Responds to grateful song.
From present thanks
To futures blessings.

Thank before receiving,
The gifts not yet in hand.
In this magic act,
We transform metal to gold.

Filed under: 🜃 Infinite – exploring the unseen forces behind creation, truth, and existence.
The Spellbinding Sway of Belief

Belief lives in
The hearts and minds,
Where it casts its spell.

Its roots grow unseen,
And are fed by hopes and dreams.

Belief bends the world,
And makes the strong bow,
With a soft shepherd’s call.

Unseen yet deeply felt,
Belief is a force
That shapes and molds.

It can sway souls.
It can bend wills,
And lead each to their spot.

In giving in or standing strong,
Belief leaves its diacritic.

It echoes through time,
Quiet and loud.

Belief is a silent power,
Both simple and deep.

Filed under: 🜂 Other – reflecting on connection, relationships, and the spaces between souls.
A Religion Without God?

Lost in the ligature
between letters of the word,
riding the waves
of the cursive line.

Writing is liberation.
Reading is freedom.
Truth is honesty.

Stories are home.
A live word lived
honestly as truth,
simply within the blood flow
of the letters cursive veins.
A word is a
life lived,
in liberation,
in freedom,
in honesty.

Trading paint colors with the leaves,
stories and folktales with the branches.

With time,
the print of the word is stronger,
and is engraved in our will.
Or it is washed away,
and pentimento is pargeted.

We die when
we’re forgotten.

Calendar create, ritual and elevation.
Community and art,
fragile and vulnerable.
The ordinary is remarkable.
Words repeat.

Amen

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