kindness

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.
The Lane Between

If you understand life,
if you know how to live,
then you don’t swerve—
not toward this side or that.

Because once you reach for one,
you welcome the end,
and invite the other.
They’re twins,
born of the same silence.

You don’t live in extremes.
You live in the lane between—
in the space
where things don’t scream,
they hum.

In all its colors,
we walk,
each our own path.

No blood in the soil.
No suffering in our stories.
No chaos in the air.
No enemies at the gate.

Just friends,
living like we remember how.

With kindness.
With dignity.
With the quiet courage
to let others be free.

We share this place—
a patch of earth,
a moment in time—
with peace,
rights,
justice,
equality.

Together.

Not as strangers,
not as tribes,
but as children
playing
in our own backyard
garden.

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.
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

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.
The Gift

A seed of love and grace,
Nestled in the heart’s soil,
Dwells within the thought’s spirit,
Yearning to unfurl.

Action’s birth,
A tender sprout,
Like a stone
Cast into a pond,
Ripples expanding,
Touching distant shores.

The gift returns,
Love and grace multiplied,
In the wake of mindful deeds

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

It’s been said before,
“Do unto others,
As you would have them
Do unto you.”

How do we interact
With our inner selves?
To what depths do we reach?

Whatever you offer others,
You must nurture in yourself first,
Lest your wellspring run dry.

To be kind
Is to cultivate love within.
If you dwell on I,
You lose sight of We.
And no I is
Without the embrace
Of the We.

The kindness in giving
Is a radiant energy,
A resonance and a pulse.
Giving of ourselves
Ignites friction.
Friction births a spark.
Collision unveils new beginnings.

A single spark
Illuminates eternity.

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

Be gentle with yourself.
Life rolls in waves, reflections, refractions,
Diffractions, and interferences.
You are an expression, an image,
A music and some lyrics.
Imagination is that brush
Of your pen and instrument.

Still remember
The most beautiful music
Has moments of silence.
Even the quiet times
Are meant to be
As valued as the high ones.
Inside those gaps
We create something new.

Have patience for your own growth.
Like a tree,
You have your seasons of bloom
There are times
When you shed leaves
And others when you stand still.
Its roots go deeper than it is aware,
And this life is anchored
Even amidst the invisible storms.

Embrace uncertainty.
In the world of possibilities,
Each move results in a new creation.
Each fall brings forth another lesson.
Each pivot imparts a fresh perspective.

Live in harmony with others.
Every different note
Contributes into our big song,
The one that sometimes leads
And at other times lends support.
In that community-wide
Joint effort towards music,
You must discover your own song,
tempo or place.

Paint outside the lines.
Conventions are often just suggestions,
Creative power is boundless.
To make your life canvas whole
Use all the colors of your soul on it.

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