Freedom

  • Freedom or Footprint

    Freedom or Footprint

    To forge a path,
    we often block
    the view of other paths.

    Sometimes our choices
    are an abundance
    of radiant light,
    stretching in both directions—
    closer, yet wider.
    A treasure discovered
    within,
    as doors quietly open.

    Dictate—
    and you erase
    another’s freedom to choose,
    their own expression.
    Swing with the mood,
    dance with the thrill,
    and leave a impression
    inside yourself.

    Can an impression be harmful?

    The deeper the roots,
    the higher the ascendance.

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

  • Once Upon a Time

    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.

  • I Believe

    I Believe

    I believe in freedom,
    the birthright of every soul,
    to wander, to wonder,
    and to seek the uncharted paths of life.

    I believe in curiosity,
    the spark of our divinity,
    calling us to explore the magnificent glory
    of existence, without fear or limit.

    I believe in democracy,
    the song of many voices,
    harmonizing in a chorus of respect,
    compassion, and shared purpose.

    I believe in connection,
    the sacred bond that weaves hearts together,
    where each soul uplifts the other,
    and no one is left unseen.

    I believe in capitalism with a conscience,
    where purpose and profit dance as partners,
    creating not only wealth
    but a world of dignity and hope.

    I believe in work that heals,
    in businesses that serve,
    and in success that nourishes both
    the heart and the hands that built it.

    I believe in stories,
    the lifeblood of humanity.
    Through them, we remember, we dream,
    and we understand our place in the infinite.

    I believe in courage,
    the quiet strength to stand when others sit,
    to speak when silence weighs heavy,
    and to love when hate surrounds.

    I believe in the power of one
    to inspire the many,
    and the power of the many
    to lift the one.

    I believe in the light
    within every heart,
    a spark so small it may seem invisible,
    yet strong enough to illuminate the darkest night.

    I believe in hands held out in kindness,
    in the strength of an embrace that says,
    “You are not alone,”
    and in the quiet comfort of simply being seen.

    I believe in dreams
    whispered into the stars,
    carried by the winds of hope,
    and returned to us as the gentle reminder
    that all things are possible.

    I believe in the beauty of imperfection,
    in the scars that tell our stories,
    and in the resilience that rises
    from the ashes of our pain.

    I believe in the laughter of children,
    the wisdom of elders,
    and the unbroken thread that connects us all—
    woven through love,
    through memory, through the eternal now.

    I believe in second chances,
    in the power of redemption,
    and in the boundless grace
    that lets us begin again,
    no matter how far we have strayed.

    I believe in a world
    where no one is forgotten,
    where every voice matters,
    and where every person
    is a vital part of the whole,
    like stars in the night sky.

    I believe in the quiet heroes,
    the ones who change the world
    not with grand gestures
    but with steady, unshakable love.

    I believe in the mornings yet to come,
    in the sunlight that will warm our faces,
    and in the gentle truth
    that even the longest winters give way to spring.

    I believe in us.
    In our capacity
    to create beauty out of chaos,
    to find each other in the void,
    and to walk hand in hand
    toward a brighter tomorrow.

    I believe,
    with every beat of my heart,
    that we belong.
    That we are here for a reason.
    That together,
    we can be the light we long to see.

    I believe in you,
    in me, and in us,
    for together,
    we can shape a world
    where freedom reigns,
    justice thrives, and purpose leads the way.

    I believe.

    And if you’ve ever doubted it,
    let me remind you now:
    You are part of this story.
    You are enough.
    You are loved.

    This is our time
    to hope,
    to heal,
    and to believe—
    together.

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

  • When Balance Reveals

    When Balance Reveals

    When we are out of balance,
    We have no real choices,
    Yet we convince ourselves
    That we do.

    Freedom, trapped in a self-made illusion,
    Where only one path seems clear.

    We move in circles,
    Like a hamster on a wheel,
    Repeating the same known step,
    Again and again.

    But balance brings sight to the horizon,
    The taste of freedom on our lips
    And only then can we choose—
    Freely.

    Armed with wisdom,
    To guard against harm,
    And nurture the connections
    That bring us life.

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

  • Unshackled

    Unshackled

    Trapped in a fantasy,
    Ensnared in a dreamscape,
    A gilded cage of your own design.

    Paralyzed by fear,
    Roots of doubt anchoring you to illusion,
    Afraid to truly live.

    Shielding yourself from
    The guardian,
    While baring your soul to
    The hunter.

    Doubting virtue,
    Condemning it as vice,
    While trusting the wicked,
    As if malice were grace.

    Clarity is absent,
    Lost in the fog of self-deception,
    Discernment deceived,
    A compass spinning wildly,
    Wisdom is a forgotten art,
    Buried beneath layers of false knowing.

    Arrive in the present.
    Be here, now.
    Show up for life.

    Leave the foreign shadow.
    Don’t miss the raw, unfiltered moment.

    It’s simple—
    Yet profound in its simplicity.
    Slow your mind,
    Let it breathe.

    Unshackle yourself,
    Break the chains of false perceptions.
    Emerge from the cocoon of fear,
    Spread wings of authenticity.

    In the clarity of presence,
    Find the strength to be vulnerable,
    The courage to be real,
    The wisdom to discern truth from lies.

    Embrace the unscripted moment,
    Where life’s true magic unfolds.
    In nakedness of spirit,
    Discover the freedom of being.

    Unshackled at last,
    Step into the light of your own truth,
    Where every breath is a celebration,
    And every moment, a rebirth.

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

  • You Can’t Lose What Is True

    You Can’t Lose What Is True

    You can’t lose
    What is true.
    You can’t lose
    What is authentic.

    You can not lose love.
    You can not lose friendship.
    You can not lose kindness.
    If it’s true, it shines back,
    A beacon in the dark.

    Freedom is an accepting
    Connection between two.
    Both are allowed to be themselves,
    When both accommodate growth.
    A dance of give and take,
    A symphony of shared space.

    Two together.
    Be curious, learn.
    Avoid the harmful.
    Quench the fruitful,
    The uplifting towards the light,
    And the motivating to illuminate.
    In this garden of togetherness,
    We grow towards the sun.

    Save, hold back
    Shrink the comfortable
    Space to be,
    And you lose.
    For true connection
    Needs room to breathe.

    To love
    Is to give of
    The love within,
    For self.
    Love between two,
    Is love in
    The space between.
    A bridge of light
    Connecting heart to heart.

    Authenticity,
    A reflection of the soul.
    Be vulnerable,
    Reveal, don’t hide
    The true meaning.
    See the soul,
    In yourself and others.
    For in this nakedness of spirit,
    We find our truest selves.

    In the mirror of authentic connection,
    We lose only our illusions,
    And gain the world.

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

  • Control

    Control

    Control over a person
    Takes many forms:
    Thoughts, emotions, movements,
    Environment, habits,
    The pace of a relationship,
    A group, an organization,
    Natural resources,
    The wealth of a nation—
    The list goes on.
    And on.

    A relationship
    Bound by authority
    Cannot breathe,
    Cannot thrive.

    Wisdom lies in respect
    For the other.
    Control is rooted
    In disregard.

    Those who seek
    To control others
    Reveal their emptiness—
    Lacking meaning,
    Trapped in their own
    Prison of dominance.

    But those who love,
    Who feel empathy,
    Who offer kindness—
    They experience life,
    They create and become.
    For them, freedom
    Is the wellspring of meaning.

    We live in what we
    Create for others.

    But how do we embrace
    Our abundance?
    The abundance of rights
    And freedoms—
    Individual, collective,
    In harmony—
    The rights of our earth,
    Above and below.

    The freedom to express
    And…

    We see, hear, and feel
    Peace in its beauty—
    And its horrors
    In the chaos of survival.

    One lives fully,
    The other clings
    To survival.

    We do not live
    Our abundance together.
    Why?

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

  • Doors

    Doors

    If there are many doors,
    not closed yet,
    then how can you,
    enter through
    a new door,
    and see the
    new horizon?

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

  • Journey on

    Journey on

    There’s a question
    Most never ask
    Simple, yet profound
    The key to your path

    How do I get there?

    Some chase wealth
    A million in the bank
    A mansion on the hill
    A fancy car in the drive

    Others seek contentment
    A family’s warm embrace
    A life of quiet joy
    Just enough to get by

    But whatever you choose
    Whatever life you crave
    This question burns bright
    Like a guiding flame

    How do I get there?

    Without it, you drift
    A leaf on the wind
    Reacting, not living
    Surviving, not thriving

    You turn left for a fallen tree
    Right to avoid the wolf
    Dizzy from the dance
    Of life’s random tune

    But ask the question
    And the fog lifts
    Your road becomes clear
    Your steps find purpose

    How do I get there?

    It’s not a secret
    It’s not profound
    It’s the map you draw
    The compass you follow

    Don’t be hypnotized
    By the world’s noise
    Create your identity
    Choose your own voice

    When you know the way
    Obstacles become challenges
    Your authentic self emerges
    In harmony with your dreams

    Journey on,
    With purpose in your stride
    For you’ve asked the question
    That lights the way inside

    How do I get there?
    Now you know.

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