The Soul's Canvas
My soul,
my consciousness,
lives eternally.
Yet I exist
neither in the past
nor in the future.
On the infinite line,
I, timeless witness,
to this moment
conceived, defined.
A word—spoken.
Eyes—opened.
A world—created.
Reality—stamped.
Filed under: 🜃 Infinite – exploring the unseen forces behind creation, truth, and existence.
Be enveloped by what you desire,
like morning fog
embracing mountain peaks—
the space between wanting and having
dissolved into mist.
When thought and feeling is one,
a river joining the sea,
no longer separate currents
but a single flowing truth.
Ask—without judgment.
The future becomes the present
when we believe
as if it already happened—
time folding,
creasing now into then.
Feel the outcome,
walk backward into joy—
footprints appearing
before each step,
echoes preceding your voice.
Do not pray for,
instead, let it be now—
the seed already a forest,
the journey already home.
Where light casts no shadow,
there is no depth.
Truth is a meeting
free of illusion
and masks.
Filed under: 🜃 Infinite – exploring the unseen forces behind creation, truth, and existence.
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.