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  • Perspectives & Mirrors

    Perspectives & Mirrors

    Your mind’s beauty is shown
    Throughout the world like
    The canvas which has been
    Influenced by perception’s hues of color.
    The world just mirrors beauty of mind.

    The design is so complicated and perfect
    In its detail that the only thing wrong about it
    Is our vision –
    All full of prejudice scribing concepts
    That criticize creation’s masterpiece,
    That state what is good and evil.
    People do not ever see their evil;
    We claim to fight it and invoke demons.
    This is a holy place for evildoers.

    Would we not have different perceptions
    If we could make this world a better place,
    Marked everywhere in light of day?
    Ignoring the narrative
    That remains largely unheard,
    Of kindness by deed
    That does not involve any sound or sign.

    When volunteers give their time
    To gentle creatures,
    With a loving hand they rear otters.
    And parents working day
    And night without rest in this unfriendly world
    To raise up their kids well.

    Healers give away their skills,
    Others give to feed the starving.
    Isn’t it what we refer to as goodness?
    The stories that deserve to be appreciated.

    It’s high time that we balanced tales:
    One part illumination, one part obscurity.
    For a word that describes both the internal and external beauty
    Within and around us, it should be “love”.

    The beauty that we see in this world of wonder
    And woe
    Defines who we are as individuals.
    Let us now narrate
    The comprehensive story
    According to which all shine
    As distinct brilliant stars.

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

  • Enter Thy Dream

    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.