Metaphysical

  • The Language of Imagination

    The Language of Imagination

    Everything is a language
    not spoken, not bound by tongues..
    A logical song humming
    from the womb of possibilities,
    a picture painted
    without brush or hand.

    Vision is the echo
    of imagination’s polarity
    its mirror, its opposite charge
    light bending where thought begins,
    where silence writes in sparks.

    Everything is nothingness.
    No explosion, no beginning
    only a portal that flickers
    for the span of a heartbeat.
    A spark, brief as breath,
    dissolving into the next,
    and the next,
    and the next…

    We are the witnesses,
    standing at the edge
    of an infinite horizon.
    Each word—a world,
    a new universe unfolding.
    Your belief—your reality.
    Your gaze—a kindling.
    We are the dream,
    and the dreamer,
    and the space between.

    To observe is to birth light.
    Light reveals an event
    yet the irony of its magic
    is that we only see the shadow,
    the negative of the film.

    The true picture
    is not for eyes alone.
    It is the hum beneath the skin,
    the echo after the note,
    the shape of the amorphous
    between the stars.

  • The Certain Uncertainty of Becoming

    The Certain Uncertainty of Becoming

    All that is good in life
    is not always better
    and not everything that is better
    is good.
    Risks and rewards
    are both good and bad
    at the same time,
    swaying in the equilibrium.

    True contentment
    is not mere acceptance
    but choice-choosing
    to step into the unknown.
    The true essence
    is not necessarily rooted
    in the certainty
    of what is visible,
    as much as it rests
    in embracing the uncertainty
    within every decision
    we dare to take.
    This is faith:
    a recognition and trust
    in the unseen,
    and the roles we play
    in this universe
    and in our existence.

    We are like a single cell
    in the body of the universe-
    an infinitesimal part,
    unseen, yet integral.
    Although small,
    we carry the essence of life,
    steering it on this course.
    We are participants
    and reflection of a universe-
    that creates,
    writing the story itself.
    Our lives are mirrors
    showcasing experiences back
    to the source or the higher forces,
    by which otherwise
    they might not sense it.

    The higher spirits send out
    their frequency signals
    to neither interfere
    nor react
    but rather to harmonize
    with the soul of being:
    a state untouched and untainted
    by the usual chaos of life.
    Let those who live
    engage with those living,
    and let beings connect
    with being.
    The gods we have created
    are ours and only our own;
    they are symbols
    of truths we seek
    and fears we cannot escape.

    We set them up ironically
    from our eclipse
    of inner light.
    Equally, every path goes somewhere,
    with them all together leading
    to an interconnected memory.
    Creation and submission
    are not opposites
    but parts of the same cycle.
    And those superior beings
    we imagine exist
    only because we dared
    to romance them into being.
    They act as a reminder
    of our capacity to co-create
    as well as to be co-created
    by the vast universe.
    The observer observes
    the creator
    so that the creator
    can be.
    The universe is
    a lucid dream, alive
    because we are.

    Every step we take,
    every decision we make,
    tallies on the infinite
    weave of life.
    There is meaning
    in walking a path
    only because walking one
    reveals more of who
    we already are.
    We realize the complexity
    of living our stains,
    in that we live
    in our perishableness
    and touch upon
    growing infinity.
    We so casually are named
    moments of eternity.
    We are, yet we move
    across the boundlessness,
    our actions spreading
    a broad ripple across it.

    To truly live is
    to accept this paradox
    as it unfolds-
    a paradox of uncertainty
    and the interconnectedness of life.
    To find peace
    not in certainty
    but in the vulnerable mystery
    of existence.
    This is where authentic contentment
    shines; it becomes alive,
    dynamic, and anchored
    in every breath
    and in the awareness
    that every moment
    holds the potential for
    creation and connection.
    Contentment fills meaning
    into imagination.

    We are the creators
    of meaning
    and the architects
    of experiences.
    The gods we quest for
    are within us,
    born of our togetherness, longings,
    fears, and aspirations.
    We are those making;
    for the act of creating,
    choosing, we adhere
    to the eternal dance of life.

    This dance also teaches
    that the way is truth.
    The beauty of life lies
    in the whole journey-
    not in the moments
    when that journey attains
    its end.
    In every step, breath,
    and moment of faith
    that carries us out
    of the cave,
    there is a hazy beauty
    waiting to unfold.
    We aren’t entirely there;
    we are just cyclists
    in a state of infinite becoming.
    And in becoming,
    we are already whole.