hope

  • When the Well Dries Up

    When the Well Dries Up

    When the well dries up,
    and the road ahead flattens out,
    I’ll look out—

    not to a distant hero,
    but to the faces I pass
    every day.

    There, the unwavering glint in her eye,
    a relentless thrum of work—
    that’s vigor.

    And him, the quiet flush
    creeping up his neck
    when complimented—
    that’s modesty.

    Then her hand, always open,
    giving time,
    an ear, a meal to spare—
    that pours over,
    an actual generosity.

    It’s not a theoretical proposition,
    these virtues.
    They’re living next to me,
    walking the same roads,
    laughing, sharing burdens together.

    A constant,
    quiet rain of compassion.
    A reminder of what is present,
    what thrives,
    in the shared air between us.

    And if they can carry it,
    piece by piece,
    then so can I.

    Filed under: 🜂 Other – reflecting on connection, relationships, and the spaces between souls.

  • I Dream

    I Dream

    Like a book written
    in a forgotten tongue—
    misunderstanding denies.

    I count many tales
    on my hand.
    And I lay every night
    on a pillow
    of flame and tears.

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

    And I dream of mornings
    yet to come,
    of the sunlight
    that warms our faces,
    and of the gentle truth
    that even the longest winters
    give way to spring.

    I gift you
    my spring.

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

  • 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.

  • Windows of Hope

    Windows of Hope

    Picture this:
    You are locked in a room,
    With a single window.
    Your only escape lies
    Through that one window.
    The potential of today,
    And the freedom of now,
    Seem distant.

    Now, picture yourself,
    Locked in a room,
    Surrounded by many windows,
    Each a different size.
    One too small to climb through,
    But it allows light to
    Chase away the darkness,
    Like dawn’s fingers parting night’s curtains,
    Reminding you that you are not alone.

    Each window plays its part.
    Each window, a possibility.
    Each window,
    A blessing born of
    Someone’s kindness.
    A silent message:
    “You matter, you are seen,”
    Whispered by the breeze of compassion.

    It is not the help
    That saves us.
    It is the offer to help
    That brightens our day,
    The quiet assurance
    Of whispered, gentle care.

    It is not the gift
    That brings happiness.
    It is the thought of giving
    That fills us with joy,
    Like a garden blooming in the heart,
    The realization that in someone’s heart,
    We are valued and appreciated
    By a passionate effort,
    A galaxy of care in our sky.

    The helping hand
    And the gift
    Are but windows
    And possibilities,
    Choices and foundations,
    Pillows for dreams,
    Softening the hard edges of life.
    Friends of hope and grace,
    Lighting paths to healing,
    And opening doors to tomorrow,
    Portals to future days bright with promise.

    We are all window-makers.

    Filed under: 🜂 Other – reflecting on connection, relationships, and the spaces between souls.

  • Some and Some

    Some and Some

    Some ignore it all,
    Some count wounds,
    And some count lessons.

    Some seek beauty in the mundane,
    Some find solace in solitude,
    And some revel in the chaos.

    Some dance with joy in the rain,
    Some embrace the stillness of night,
    And some chase the dawn’s first light.

    Some build bridges from broken pieces,
    Some heal others with their own scars,
    And some shine as beacons through the dark.

    Some act with kindness,
    Some whisper wisdom,
    And some create words.

    Some plant seeds in barren soil,
    Some nurture dreams against all odds,
    And some inspire hope in weary hearts.

    Some find strength in vulnerability,
    Some forge unity from diversity,
    And some spark change with a single act.

    Some paint stories on blank canvases,
    Some compose melodies from silence,
    And some sculpt beauty from rough stone.

    Some embrace the unknown with courage,
    Some question to seek deeper truths,
    And some re-imagine the world anew.

    Each path is unique, yet none supreme,
    All threads in life’s lotus flower,
    A symphony of human experience.

    Some lead, some follow, some walk alone,
    Yet all move onward in their time,
    Each step is valid, each journey whole.

    In laughter, tears, or silent thought,
    We navigate our inner worlds,
    No way lesser, no way greater.

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

  • I Wish

    I Wish

    I wish for you
    A life lived being aware of blessings,
    In each day’s breakfast
    With sunlight piercing your eyes.

    I wish for you
    Nights that hug you,
    With the moon giving a gentle smile
    In your sleep.

    I wish
    For love to take over
    The daily routines made by you,
    While humility stands as an echo to your works.

    May you stand happy,
    Your own light shining from within you!
    May there be no shadow on your face!

    I wish for you
    Smiles that litter your day with sunshine,
    With laughter as blended hours,
    Wisdom and ascent.

    I wish
    That your challenges be stepping stones,
    Every struggle a tutor
    Guiding you towards a higher apex.

    I wish
    You moments full of inspiration,
    Warmth, affection, and joviality.

    I wish
    Love for you
    That is very rich, deep, and genuine.

    I wish
    For your heart to be like a shrine,
    Where sympathy thrives
    And forgiveness flows gently like a stream.

    And
    As I spread
    This love with you
    Within that divine space
    Where love makes do
    And becomes us,

    I wish for you
    A spirit that knows not fear,
    Unencumbered by negative thoughts,
    But rather grasping life’s great adventure.

    I wish
    All your wishes come true.

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

  • Wondering Into I Can

    Wondering Into I Can

    The illusion of I can’t
    Evaporates into a gentle wind,
    To become an inevitable I can.

    And its box of reasons
    Turn to wheel,
    When the seed of want,
    Is planted in the soil of passion.

    Watered with
    The feelings of wondering love,
    And nourished by
    The thoughts of creative imagination.

    The bud of possibility
    Finds a way through doubts,
    It spreads courageous leaves too
    That can seize the chance light.

    Each period of development
    It is a silent protest
    Within the quiet words of boundaries,
    At the same time, mute declaration
    Of the unexplored capacities.

    The map of the inner realm
    Changes in numerous ways
    The horizons that seemed remote
    Now lie close to extended hands.

    In the field of confidence,
    Where “I can’t’ withers away,
    Whereas “I can” grows
    Into vast forests of endless becoming.

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

  • Today’s Greetings

    Today’s Greetings

    With open hearts,
    I greet the welcome words of today.

    In each face sincerity and genuineness,
    In each heart trust and confidence,
    In each word truth and love,
    In each act of kindness and gift,
    In every message and word of today’s greetings.

    The warmth of every smile
    Is like a morning sun
    Lighting up humanity’s common path.
    An understanding slight nod head
    Expression of love at first sight
    That had gone through hardships
    A gentle voice devoid of judgment

    Strength of a handshake during today’s greetings
    Comfort of an embrace as part of today’s greetings
    Tomorrow’s hope lights up my smile

    With arms wide open
    I welcome today’s greetings

    Filed under: 🜂 Other – reflecting on connection, relationships, and the spaces between souls.

  • An Invite

    An Invite

    The pages turn,
    The lessons learned.
    Yesterday’s story,
    In shadows blurred.

    Here and now,
    A sacred vow.
    No echoes of the past,
    Only blessings cast.

    A dance in time,
    A rhythm sublime.
    Journey to the start,
    A compassionate heart.

    From fractures deep,
    New love will seep.
    The universe’s art,
    Love notes to impart.

    Whispers below,
    Stars’ radiant glow.
    Dreams turned real,
    Wishes heal.

    To give is to gain,
    A life’s gentle rain.
    Gifts we bestow,
    A river’s flow.

    A cycle spins,
    Where life begins.
    Endings and new,
    Horizons in view.

    Life’s tender touch,
    Curiosity as such.
    Questions arise,
    Truth in our eyes.

    Vibrations thrum,
    Curiosity hum.
    A dance of creation,
    Life’s grand narration.

    Meaning or delight,
    In the heart’s light.
    Faith’s gentle grace,
    Lessons we embrace.

    A journey’s quest,
    In choices blessed.
    Each path we tread,
    A truth ahead.

    Invisible strings,
    Connected beings.
    A world anew,
    Love pure and true.

    Beyond the pane,
    Open hearts gain.
    No need for disguise,
    Inviting, open skies.

    Home’s embrace,
    Love’s gentle grace.
    A welcome bright,
    In shared light.

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