peace

The Lane Between

If you understand life,
if you know how to live,
then you don’t swerve—
not toward this side or that.

Because once you reach for one,
you welcome the end,
and invite the other.
They’re twins,
born of the same silence.

You don’t live in extremes.
You live in the lane between—
in the space
where things don’t scream,
they hum.

In all its colors,
we walk,
each our own path.

No blood in the soil.
No suffering in our stories.
No chaos in the air.
No enemies at the gate.

Just friends,
living like we remember how.

With kindness.
With dignity.
With the quiet courage
to let others be free.

We share this place—
a patch of earth,
a moment in time—
with peace,
rights,
justice,
equality.

Together.

Not as strangers,
not as tribes,
but as children
playing
in our own backyard
garden.

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

For each of us,
His own song,
And own creative music.
For each of us,
A healing frequency.
This is tranquility.

In the silence between notes,
We find our rhythm true.
Each heartbeat a cadence,
Each breath a gentle refrain.
Our melody unfolds,
Unique as morning dew.

This harmony we seek,
Is found within our chord.
A personal symphony,
That opens every door.
To peace and understanding,
Forevermore.

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My Voice

Find your voice,
They say.
I have found my voice.

They say pretend,
Misunderstanding,
Paper cuts on my soul.
They sting, they bleed.
This is not fine.

My voice to you is
Described as a whisper of a ghost.
However, to me
It is like thunder in my mind .

When told to speak out loud by you,
There are words that
I must take from the deepest part of me,
With every syllable
Struggling against my throat
And clawing to be let out.

On the other hand,
What you hear seems dry.
But for me, it feels
Like fresh wounds.

But if I have to
Call out to someone
In the next room,
I find myself falling into myself,
And my voice coming out
As though it emerged from the dawn of time.
It leaves me panting, empty,

Sometimes it sounds
Like I’m yelling
A cry in your ears;
While for me this is an earthquake
That breaks my soul.
The effort leaves me gasping, drained.

Peace is a soft shawl
Within silence.
At last,
My mind breathes.

In stillness,
And in mute moments,
I am complete.

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

At the end of this excursion and its light intense expedition,
Death comes prowling with a cordial welcome,
Like an amiable genial host,
For all of us who instinctively and involuntarily,
Receive his faded invitation at the moment of our birth.

His long anticipated alleviation comes startlingly,
Only to hit us with the certainty of a sacred approach,
As we emerge into his obedient audience,
And he into our past new navigator.

We instantly exit and we enter,
Another ingredient of who we are,
-The cook prepares the feast-,
The clarity of this new mode announces,
The fearless recurrence with jubilation,
I will not resist.

Yet I’ll leave when I wish.

Filed under: 🜃 Infinite – exploring the unseen forces behind creation, truth, and existence.
The Captain’s Harbor

When your thoughts
Feel like a wild storm,
Worries flood in,
Tossing your mind like a boat.
Remember, there’s calm,
A quiet harbor
For your busy mind.

To break the chains
Of unhealthy thoughts,
Ask these questions,
Like a wise, kind friend:
“Do these thoughts help me now?
Should they be here right now?”
If not,
Let them float by,
Like clouds in the sky,
They can just fly.
They don’t need to stay.

With gentle awareness,
You’re the captain,
Steering your mind to calm seas.
Feel the steady ground under you,
Hear quiet waves lap,
See the clear, bright horizon.

Each peaceful moment.
Is a practice,
A patient art,
And a treasure.

Leave your worries behind,
Sail to the present’s soft light,
Here in the Now,
Let the warm sun of awareness
Melt away the fog of anxiety.
This calm is your home port.

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

Peace is love in silence.

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