The Soul's Canvas
The paradox of life
Is that to quench our curiosity,
We must give
Of that which
We do not possess.
We witness
What we conjure in thought.
We analyze,
In the quest to understand.
And then,
That which we summoned,
Appears.
What we need
And what we desire,
Fade into irrelevance.
Words paint the void
Truth echoes
Near and far
For it is what we speak of
That comes to be.
Filed under: 🜃 Infinite – exploring the unseen forces behind creation, truth, and existence.
I am,
Embraces all,
A boundless light—
Like dawn’s first ray
Touching earth
And the sky.
Be mindful
Of your words,
They’re seeds in soil.
Consider deeply
What you name,
The bonds you create—
Roots spreading unseen.
The essence dwells
In every space
You choose to inhabit,
A whisper in the wind,
A ripple in still waters.
Be thoughtful,
Be reflective,
Express fully
What you
Call yourself.
It shapes you—
Your heart, your core,
Like a potter’s hands
Molding, yielding clay.
It is you,
And reflects what you
Offer the world.
You live
Your chosen name,
A mantra, a beacon.
The image
You craft of yourself
Becomes your truth,
Etched in the story
Of your unfolding days.
Filed under: 🜁 Self – tracing the inner landscapes of thought, feeling, and becoming.
Push your dreams
Towards your future?
A mirage ever-receding,
Leaving only
Footprints and memories
To chase.
No, grasp your dreams
In the palm of now.
Feel their weight,
Their texture, their warmth.
Dreams are not for tomorrow,
But for this breath, this heartbeat.
Manifest, don’t wish.
Create, don’t wait.
Your dreams are not distant stars,
But seeds in your hands,
Ready to be planted
In the soil of today.
Don’t let your aspirations
Become ghosts of “someday.”
Breathe life into them
With the power of now.
For in this moment,
Dreams transform into reality,
And you, the dreamer,
Become the creator.
Filed under: 🜁 Self – tracing the inner landscapes of thought, feeling, and becoming.
Many believe we either espouse, retort,
respond instantly without thinking
in anger or in passion.
Obviously, they recommend against it.
They suggest we digest, and think
about what we’re about to say before we say.
So they say.
But the truth is,
it’s not just one or the other.
There is a third conscious option.
A more balanced and harmonious choice.
To be aware of what we are about to say.
It’s just that simple,
awareness is a reminder,
a soft touch towards the present,
to trust in our intuition,
which comes from our gut.
That’s our intuition,
not our instinct, as some call it.
This simple active awareness,
is intentional, purposeful, deliberate,
yet honest and genuine.
It is naked truth.
A gentle reminder,
an awareness of the
meaning and power of our words.
No need to analyze, overthink,
nor blurt, respond by default in a reflex.
Simply pause to be aware
of the words we speak, to create.
Filed under: 🜁 Self – tracing the inner landscapes of thought, feeling, and becoming.
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.