paradox

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 who live, 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

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

paradox

The Certain Uncertainty of Becoming

Rooted Riddle

The Paradox of Life

Axis Mundi of The Mind

The Heart’s Arithmetic