The Soul's Canvas
Naked at the mirror
I search the night
Behind the skies
Vast and starless
I often throw my net
Into the cosmic void
And to my bewildered reminiscence
I always catch myself
Reflected in the universe’s eye
Filed under: 🜃 Infinite – exploring the unseen forces behind creation, truth, and existence.
White paper and a pen
wish for me,
on a birthday of many returns
passed, yet to come.
So a thought I will,
and a thought
I may, descend
into self,
my self-maintained, renewed self,
my pattern of self.
Together and with,
I feel out
an infinite creativity,
I do now
experience my stability.
Ever change,
never never.
Am.
I am dependent,
Yet I am identified.
One in once.
Always a memory,
always a surprise.
Scenes change,
familiar feelings.
Known to life,
stranger to my own.
Allowed to feel all,
but not my own.
Hold on
known stranger, hold on.
I hold on to my breath.
I hold on.
Filed under: 🜁 Self – tracing the inner landscapes of thought, feeling, and becoming.
When relationship with self
Becomes mere convenience,
An empty shell forms,
No real core.
Our true self fades,
Lost in the fog.
We lose our compass,
We lose our guiding star’s light.
Floating alone,
In a big formless sea,
We drift through time,
Chained and confused.
Each moment blends
Into the next,
As we wander blind
Through days and space.
In this hazy trip,
Where who we are
Is in exile,
We find ourselves lost
In anonymous days.
Filed under: 🜁 Self – tracing the inner landscapes of thought, feeling, and becoming.
You are already
Who you are,
Who you wish to be.
The path you seek
Is beneath your feet.
The summit you chase
Beats within your chest.
The acorn doesn’t doubt
The oak in its heart.
The caterpillar doesn’t fear
Its butterfly wings.
You are already
Who you are,
Who you wish to be.
Your journey is
to uncover and embrace.
Filed under: 🜁 Self – tracing the inner landscapes of thought, feeling, and becoming.
A word is a
life lived,
in liberation,
in freedom,
in honesty.
Filed under: 🜂 Other – reflecting on connection, relationships, and the spaces between souls.
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.
Memories like candles.
They burn,
cry hot wax tears,
then leave a monument.
All while shining a light,
on what you choose
and how you choose,
to see.
I can count many tales
on my hand,
and many wounds
on my arms.
I lay every night
on a pillow
of flame and tears.
I drown inside my head and
break into pieces of kintsugi
inside my heart.
I try to explain,
but no one listens.
Born mute,
learned to speak.
Born different,
learned to fit in.
Born to be me,
and I learned to be you.
I can explain,
But who’s listening?
Wrongly labeled
and wrongly judged.
Back of a hand on lips.
A sword cuts through my lungs.
Thoughts hanged.
Innocence raped.
Natural gifts shot.
And all buried.
No ceremony,
and no farewell.
No time to grieve,
and no time to adapt.
I’m ok.
Here’s a mask,
put it on.
I am told.
You are sin.
Yes I am sin.
Hide your soul.
I can count many tales
on my hand.
I rest my head,
on pillow of fire.
And I drown
in the waters of my thoughts.
I love,
and I hurt.
Forgive me.
Footprints erased.
Filed under: 🜁 Self – tracing the inner landscapes of thought, feeling, and becoming.
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.