nature

The Truth in Fruit

If the fruit pleases the eye,
it is already a feast.

Press your teeth,
let the flesh confess
its honeyed psalm,
let juice run like a promise
kept.

The truth does not hide,
it ripens in the sun,
round and fragrant,
ready to be held.

Tend the soul like an orchard.
See past the peel,
look deeper than skin,
further than the horizon’s thin line.

Love with both hands,
and without gloves.
Reach,
and know your own hands
are made of mercy,
your spine a stem
that sways but does not break.
Touch,
and trust the weight
of your own grace,
the kindness that bends your branches,
the sorrow that roots you
deeper into earth.

Believe in the pulp,
the seed,
the inevitable bloom.
Ecology of Souls

The air croons
with unspoken things,
a vast, unseen web,
like mycelium beneath the woods,
binding every breath.

The old man,
still sitting on the bench,
his eyes fixed in a cloud
a distance away,
adds to the silence shared,
a root sipping slow knowledge.

The elated dancer
spinning, a blur of motion,
releasing joy,
a spurt of pollen,
seeds carried on the wind,
to fertilize forgotten corners.

A child’s wild laughter,
a sudden burst of light,
shocks the grackles,
and radiates out,
contagiously undeniable.

The mourning widow,
a stone thrown
into a calm lake,
casts concentric circles of sorrow,
that touch distant
unseen shores.

We are not islands,
though we feel solitary,
each thought, each feeling,
a unique creature
in a linked ecosystem,
interdependent.

The sharp word,
a toxic spill,
can taint the nearby stream.
The gentle touch,
a spring rain,
nourishes the thirsty soil.

And when one heart departs,
it’s not an end, but a beginning,
a shift, a transformation,
the essence of existence
returning
to feed the earth
of what remains.

Continuous cycle,
of giving and receiving,
of blooming and fall,
the ecology of souls,
breathing in, breathing out,
now and forever.
A World To Live

The world is yours
Not to own,
But to live,

To dwell within,
To feel earth beneath your feet,
To taste rain on your tongue,

To live with it,
To grow alongside,
Like trees reaching for the light,

To sway with the wind’s whisper,
To live with others,
To embrace all,

To thrive in diversity,
As a forest of many species,
To live all,

To simply,
Breathe, feel, and
Live.

In harmony, in unity,
With the world that cradles you,
A home, not a possession.

The world is yours,
Not to own, but to cherish,
A gift to live within.

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

We breathe in
From nose up
To our mind,
And we exhale down,
An offering from mouth
To earth’s trees.

A very simple
beautiful cycle.
Delicate and vital.
One couldn’t exist,
If the other falls.

Earth provides the atmosphere,
We replenish it,
The balance is clear.
This Earth, a home,
Not ours to drain,
To plunder for profit,
For wealth and greed.
The chasm between
The rich and the poor.

Though all share
The same air to produce.
One atmosphere,
Enveloping all.
A borrowed breath,
A life returned,
In this resonant rhythm,
We are bound,
A reciprocal breath,
Sustains all life.

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

The sky above
Griffith Park is
Black and white,
A canvas primed.

Ancient light,
Millions of years old,
Dances gracefully
On a black surface
Of the universe.
Painting the seasons
With cosmic hues.

Stars holding hands,
Singing so brightly.
I climb the hill,
Bathed in the glow
Of the moon’s gentle smile.

And I watch the trees
Breathe. Inhale,
Exhale.

Leaves chatting
Each other up.
Colorful threads,
Connect the leaves,
To the sky’s light.

Connect the leaves,
To the forest,
And all of its life.
Connect the leaves
To me.

A surrender
In wonder.

Colorful threads,
Love.

Revealed.

In every breath,
In every beam.

Filed under: 🜃 Infinite – exploring the unseen forces behind creation, truth, and existence.
The Tranquil Symphony of Wind

In silence, with closed eyes, I sit,
And let the world around me quit.
I tune my ears to nature’s grace,
To feel the wind in its embrace.

The rustling leaves, a gentle sound,
Like whispers from the Earth’s own ground.
Through branches, wind begins to sing,
A symphony, which hearts believe.

It’s more than just a passing breeze,
It’s like a magnet,
Drawing me closer to its call,
Like a cosmic force.

The wind’s song stretches my mind’s wings,
Unveiling truths that silence reveals.
It touches me deep in my soul,
A melody that makes me whole.

In this communion with the air,
I find a peace beyond compare.
A cleansing of the mind and heart,
Where inner worlds and winds dance.

Close your eyes, and attend,
To nature’s music.
Let wind’s sweet song your spirit guide,
In its embrace, my dear friend.

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

nature

The Truth in Fruit

Ecology of Souls

A World To Live

Breath Exchange

Color the Magic

The Tranquil Symphony of Wind