perception

Illusions of Perception, Power of Clarity

Reality isn’t the way you perceive the world.
It isn’t your thoughts about life,
Nor is it the things around you.

These are the illusions,
The grand narratives we tell ourselves,
To make sense of the unknown.

Reality is perceiving what is—
Unfiltered,
Untouched by bias or expectation.

Clarity is both wisdom and power.
To see clearly is to witness the essence of all things,
Stripped down to their purest forms.
In that vision lies freedom.

Perception is a veil we draw over truth,
Shaped by fears, desires, and beliefs.
It convinces us to see scarcity where there is abundance,
Isolation where there is connection,
And loss where there is infinite potential.

To pierce this veil is to reclaim the fullness of reality.

When we give,
We often feel vulnerable,
As though something has been taken from us.

This sense of loss,
This echo of emptiness,
Is a distortion—
A negative energy born from a misunderstanding of abundance.
It resonates at a lower frequency,
Diminishing our vitality.

But in truth, giving creates connection.
It opens channels unseen,
Forming bonds that ignite the spark of light.

The friction of this connection doesn’t take—
It illuminates.
It lights the mind,
Awakening it to receive wisdom beyond comprehension.

The vulnerability we feel in giving is not loss,
But the courage to merge,
To blend,
To expand beyond the self.

In that merging lies abundance—
A space where creation unfolds,
Limitless and radiant.

What would the world look like,
If we embraced giving not as sacrifice,
But as the ultimate act of creation?

Could we learn to see vulnerability not as weakness,
But as the doorway to connection and growth?

Reality is waiting—
Not in how we think,
Perceive,
Or judge,
But in how we allow ourselves to be and to give.

Step into it,
And let the spark illuminate your path.

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

Imagine hearing,
What the speaker
Could not hear.

Imagine seeing,
What the watchmaker
Could not see.

Imagine smelling,
What the perfumer
Could not sense.

Imagine tasting,
What the cook
Could not savor.

Imagine feeling,
What the actor’s senses
Could not perceive.

Imagine experiencing,
What the storyteller
Never lived.

Imagine conceiving,
What the mother
Never foresaw.

Imagine creating
All of that,
And none of it your own,
Borrowing the universe
To craft a single star.

In the space between
What is, what’s hidden, and what could be,

Let your imagination
Imagine for you.

Just imagine.

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

The mind doesn’t stop,
a ceaseless sea of thought.
Awareness is a current,
steady and deep,
flowing beneath the waves.

In light,
its depths are revealed,
crystalline and clear,
while in darkness,
it hides secrets
it keeps from sight,
a vast ocean unexplored.

An attentive eye,
a lighthouse on the shore,
though often unaware
of its own inner presence,
still senses its gentle touch,
like the caress of sea foam.

In shadows or sunshine,
it’s a constant companion,
an undercurrent strong,
and a soulful heart
beating with the rhythm
of the eternal tide.

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

Your mind’s beauty is shown
Throughout the world like
The canvas which has been
Influenced by perception’s hues of color.
The world just mirrors beauty of mind.

The design is so complicated and perfect
In its detail that the only thing wrong about it
Is our vision –
All full of prejudice scribing concepts
That criticize creation’s masterpiece,
That state what is good and evil.
People do not ever see their evil;
We claim to fight it and invoke demons.
This is a holy place for evildoers.

Would we not have different perceptions
If we could make this world a better place,
Marked everywhere in light of day?
Ignoring the narrative
That remains largely unheard,
Of kindness by deed
That does not involve any sound or sign.

When volunteers give their time
To gentle creatures,
With a loving hand they rear otters.
And parents working day
And night without rest in this unfriendly world
To raise up their kids well.

Healers give away their skills,
Others give to feed the starving.
Isn’t it what we refer to as goodness?
The stories that deserve to be appreciated.

It’s high time that we balanced tales:
One part illumination, one part obscurity.
For a word that describes both the internal and external beauty
Within and around us, it should be “love”.

The beauty that we see in this world of wonder
And woe
Defines who we are as individuals.
Let us now narrate
The comprehensive story
According to which all shine
As distinct brilliant stars.

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

We live in the source’s dreams,
Echoes of a cosmic sleep.
The dreamer spoke,
Yet the dream stays,
A yearning whisper.

Reality hangs by a vision
of our perception,
A quantum song of what could be.
Does the tree fall if we don’t look?
Our minds,
The universe realizing itself.

Some wake up inside the dream,
Clarity sparks like thoughts firing.
They buzz at a higher pitch,
Co-makers in this grand show.

Our power is to witness,
To experience life.
A clear life that isn’t,
Yet is.

We leave marks in time’s sand,
Memories etched in space.
The waves we make,
Our marks and footprints,
In a dream that dreams us alive.

Each moment made and gone,
We breathe on the edge of nothing.
Watching, joining, becoming, being,
In this forever, now.

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

I listen
with my eyes,
I see
with my touch,
I feel
with my ears.

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