Imagination

The Pyramid’s Knowing

Do you know the pyramid’s deep significance?

It is this:
a blending of polarities.

A foundation laid,
a single line connecting
the vessel,
the earth below.

Then, a rising,
two pathways reaching,
stretching for the vastness,
the distant stars,
only to meet,
to fuse as one.

The heavens above,
a spark’s flash.

You inquire about fate
and freely chosen options.

“Not one,
nor the other,
but two visions encountered,
collided imaginations,
seen and watched,
gave birth
to the world you live in,”
the pyramid informs us.

These are the forms
of possibility—
the dream worlds
and the images they contain.

The deepest conviction
is that it never exists
outside of us
but rather thrives
in the way we create
the ties that bind us.

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

Imagination creates birth
and infinity.
Darkness births death
and transformation.
One cannot exist
without the other.

To engage is to become.
To become is to die.
And to die, is to transform.

Light is born of fire.
Fire is born of light.

As above, so below.
We are the below,
surrounded by the above.

Why fight for gods,
for superiority, for ashes?

Know your home.
Know yourself.

Learn to connect.
Learn to remember.

Kindness is the song.
Love, the heartbeat.

Come crying for your soul.
Leave smiling at your life.

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

Listen to
The whisper of thoughts
Before they become words.

See
Time’s invisible sleigh of hands
Sculpting moments from eternity.

Smell
The fragrance of dreams
Wafting from the subconscious.

Taste
The flavor of emotions
Simmering in the heart’s cauldron.

Feel
The weight of unwritten roles
Hovering in potential.

Experience
Worlds beyond worlds,
Realities folded within realities.
Destiny hidden in a single cell.

Perceive
Stretching the mind’s canvas
Beyond the frame of possibility.

Plant
The seed,
The sparks of revelation,
In the fertile soil of wonder.

Embrace
The paradox of being,
Both particle and wave,
Observer and observed.

Navigate
The labyrinth of the self,
A mirror reflecting the cosmos.

Resonate
With the frequency of creation,
Vibrating in harmony
A note in the cosmic chord.

Transcend
The boundaries of perception,
To touch the face of mystery.

In these unspoken depths,
We find the silent spaces between heartbeats,
Where eternity whispers its secrets.

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

Imagine hearing,
What the speaker
Could not hear.

Imagine seeing,
What the watchmaker
Could not see.

Imagine smelling,
What the perfumer
Could not sense.

Imagine tasting,
What the cook
Could not savor.

Imagine feeling,
What the actor’s senses
Could not perceive.

Imagine experiencing,
What the storyteller
Never lived.

Imagine conceiving,
What the mother
Never foresaw.

Imagine creating
All of that,
And none of it your own,
Borrowing the universe
To craft a single star.

In the space between
What is, what’s hidden, and what could be,

Let your imagination
Imagine for you.

Just imagine.

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Axis Mundi of The Mind

In the cosmic loom of existence,
You stand at the nexus
Of all realities.
Nine spheres of truth
Radiate around you,
An eight-point star
With a beating heart at its core.

Front:
Your life unfolds,
A river of moments.
But as you watch,
The current shifts.
Are you shaping the flow,
Or shaped by it?
Observer and observed,
Forever tangled.

Behind:
Paths untaken shimmer and fade.
Step in,
And this becomes your only truth.
Yet infinite
Yous walk infinite paths,
In worlds you’ll never know,
But always are.

Right:
The Liar’s realm,
Where truth bends like light.
Here, belief shapes reality itself.
But once you’ve seen truth as malleable,
Can you ever trust
Your own perception?

Left:
The Dreamer’s domain
Of infinite possibility.
Imagination and reality,
Indistinguishable.
Create a world,
and you’re forever changed.
The dreamer and the dream
Become one.

Above:
The Void,
A sphere of pure nothingness.
Challenging existence
With its emptiness.
Why is there something rather than nothing?
In absence,
Find the essence of being.

Below:
The Collective,
Where all minds merge.
Individual thoughts
Ripple through the whole.
Are you one,
Or are you many?
In unity,
Discover infinite diversity.

Forward:
The Paradox,
Where contradictions thrive.
Logic fails,
Reason bends,
understanding crumbles.
Here,
Opposites coexist in harmony,
Revealing the limits
Of mortal comprehension.

Backward:
The Unknowable,
Beyond all grasp.
A realm that defies
Perception and thought.
In the face of the truly
Incomprehensible,
Find humility
And wonder anew.

Center:
The Heart’s realm,
where emotions pulse.
Love and fear
Shape the very fabric of being.
Here,
Feeling is the ultimate truth,
And empathy bridges all divides.
Observer and observed
Unite in understanding.

In this cosmic mandala
Of realities,
Each sphere calls
With its own truth.
Choose one,
And reality collapses,
Yet all persist
In infinite possibility.

Are you the same
In every sphere?
Or reborn with each choice
You make?
Perhaps you’re split, experiencing all –
A quantum self
In grand superposition.

Time flows uniquely
In each domain,
A heartbeat here,
An eon there.
Once you’ve glimpsed these myriad truths,
Can you ever return
To where you began?

In this paradox
Of infinite being,
Where every choice is true,
Yet bears a cost,
Where reality fractures
And reforms,
Which sphere
Will you call home?

Or will you stand
At the crossroads of all,
In this moment that contains eternity?
For perhaps
The deepest truth is this:
The choice itself
Is our ultimate reality.

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

I am calling you
To a life well remembered
Yet strangely forgotten

I am calling you
To dive within your depths
And soar among the stars

I am calling you
To feel the world’s pulse
And ignore its clamor

I am calling you
To listen to the silence
And hear your truest self

I am calling you
To surrender your doubts
And connect with the infinite

I am calling you
To a consciousness unexplained
A dream within illusion

I am calling you
To wield your imagination
Unaware of its boundless power

I am calling you
To witness a beauty
No lens can capture

I am calling you
To hear a melody
No instrument can play

I am calling you
To the physics of the intangible
Where solid matter dissolves

I am calling you
To the death of old beliefs
And the birth of new wisdom

I am calling you
To answer with your entire being
To this timeless, formless summons

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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.

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From the End

Through time’s mist,
we glimpse,
At a future
Already here.

What we seek,
We first conceive
In our mind’s eye.

Neurons vibrate
To futures visualized,
As if the present
Is a drum.

In this moment,
We ignite
The dreams
We believe.

Release the doubt
That holds us back.
In the now,
we choose abundance.

Visualize
With heart ablaze,
Affirm
With passion’s words.
Living from the end,
we raise
Our vibration by choice.

The universe conspires,
With those who dare to see,
In every thought,
In every image,
In every way.

Patience, of course,
Seeds do take time
To sprout and reach the sun.
But our minds,
Attained.

From the end,
we now begin,
The future
Is here,
beneath our skin,
In every word
And all we do.

Live as if your dreams
Came true,
Embody all
you could be.
In this practice,
Lies the key.

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

In my tent,
I create and I invent.

And in my tent
I peel,
The images of my senses,
In an attempt,
To reach the grounds,
At which my conscience can’t extend to prevent my memory,
From joining the potential of two extremes.

To look at the judge’s vacant seat
Makes being at two opposites at once, real,
Zero indeed -time leaves-
So as I approach this final shade.

And when everything now
Feels colorless, tasteless, odorless, mute,
And all of that
A legend alarms the shadow of night,
So just to strike my tent with light.

Imagine a subconscious in too deep,
As a divine dream rises to capture the universe and its deities.

A voice from far and near sounds as if it is coming from outside,
And simultaneously from within me says:
“Enter thy dream.”

I enter.

I dream.

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