paradox

  • 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.