paradox

  • 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.

  • Rooted Riddle

    Rooted Riddle

    A shadow,
    my only consistent friend,
    becomes shorter with the rising sun,
    a lie, this shrinkage,
    as it also extends,
    an outstretched darkness
    that drains the dew-frosted leaves.

    Sun-lit, I stretch,
    a still green reaching,
    for the very light
    that sears my edges brown.

    A dryness quenched by the storm
    that comes to tear me from the soil.

    This rooted life,
    a paradox of immobility and wild growth,
    of receiving what consumes my being,
    carbon’s gentle touch,
    and returning the very breath
    that enables the robin to sing.

    They say I am plain,
    a fixed point in a turning world.
    But in my bark and flower,
    quiet battles are fought,
    a contradiction to living,
    a paradox to being.

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

  • The Paradox of Life

    The Paradox of Life

    The paradox of life
    Is that to quench our curiosity,
    We must give
    Of that which
    We do not possess.

    We witness
    What we conjure in thought.
    We analyze,
    In the quest to understand.

    And then,
    That which we summoned,
    Appears.

    What we need
    And what we desire,
    Fade into irrelevance.

    Words paint the void
    Truth echoes
    Near and far

    For it is what we speak of
    That comes to be.

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

  • Axis Mundi of The Mind

    Axis Mundi of The Mind

    In the cosmic loom of existence,
    You stand at the nexus
    Of all realities.
    Nine spheres of truth
    Radiate around you,
    An eight-point star
    With a beating heart at its core.

    Front:
    Your life unfolds,
    A river of moments.
    But as you watch,
    The current shifts.
    Are you shaping the flow,
    Or shaped by it?
    Observer and observed,
    Forever tangled.

    Behind:
    Paths untaken shimmer and fade.
    Step in,
    And this becomes your only truth.
    Yet infinite
    Yous walk infinite paths,
    In worlds you’ll never know,
    But always are.

    Right:
    The Liar’s realm,
    Where truth bends like light.
    Here, belief shapes reality itself.
    But once you’ve seen truth as malleable,
    Can you ever trust
    Your own perception?

    Left:
    The Dreamer’s domain
    Of infinite possibility.
    Imagination and reality,
    Indistinguishable.
    Create a world,
    and you’re forever changed.
    The dreamer and the dream
    Become one.

    Above:
    The Void,
    A sphere of pure nothingness.
    Challenging existence
    With its emptiness.
    Why is there something rather than nothing?
    In absence,
    Find the essence of being.

    Below:
    The Collective,
    Where all minds merge.
    Individual thoughts
    Ripple through the whole.
    Are you one,
    Or are you many?
    In unity,
    Discover infinite diversity.

    Forward:
    The Paradox,
    Where contradictions thrive.
    Logic fails,
    Reason bends,
    understanding crumbles.
    Here,
    Opposites coexist in harmony,
    Revealing the limits
    Of mortal comprehension.

    Backward:
    The Unknowable,
    Beyond all grasp.
    A realm that defies
    Perception and thought.
    In the face of the truly
    Incomprehensible,
    Find humility
    And wonder anew.

    Center:
    The Heart’s realm,
    where emotions pulse.
    Love and fear
    Shape the very fabric of being.
    Here,
    Feeling is the ultimate truth,
    And empathy bridges all divides.
    Observer and observed
    Unite in understanding.

    In this cosmic mandala
    Of realities,
    Each sphere calls
    With its own truth.
    Choose one,
    And reality collapses,
    Yet all persist
    In infinite possibility.

    Are you the same
    In every sphere?
    Or reborn with each choice
    You make?
    Perhaps you’re split, experiencing all –
    A quantum self
    In grand superposition.

    Time flows uniquely
    In each domain,
    A heartbeat here,
    An eon there.
    Once you’ve glimpsed these myriad truths,
    Can you ever return
    To where you began?

    In this paradox
    Of infinite being,
    Where every choice is true,
    Yet bears a cost,
    Where reality fractures
    And reforms,
    Which sphere
    Will you call home?

    Or will you stand
    At the crossroads of all,
    In this moment that contains eternity?
    For perhaps
    The deepest truth is this:
    The choice itself
    Is our ultimate reality.

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

  • The Heart’s Arithmetic

    The Heart’s Arithmetic

    Three plus one,
    Does not equal four.
    Four minus three,
    Does not equal one.
    When divided,
    You cannot subtract nor add.
    Hearts feel infinity in a touch.

    Three plus three,
    Does not equal six.
    Six minus three,
    Does not equal three.
    When multiplied,
    The heart does not know numbers.
    Learn love in heartbeats.

    One equals many, equals everything,
    Equals one divided by zero.
    That’s what the heart knows.
    That’s what the heart knows.

    Parallel lines intersect.
    In the geometry of affection,
    Limits walk to eternity.

    One plus one,
    Countless possibilities.
    That’s what the heart knows.
    That’s what the heart knows.

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