Presence

The Reaching

A hand reaching,
across a table,
no agenda concealed in its palm,
no desired outcome fluttering
like a bird in a cage.

Only the space closing,
skin meeting skin,
a silent current flowing,
unbidden, unexpected.

Not to gain,
not to fix,
not even to comfort,
though comfort may unfold
in the quiet that ensues.

It is.
A gesture stripped,
of calculation,
and of the relentless chorus
of why.

In that naked simplicity,
a resonance.
A weight that comes to rest,
not heavy, but authentic.

Meaning unfolds,
and discovered,
like a vein of gold
buried in the plain stone
of existence.

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

Be enveloped by what you desire,
like morning fog
embracing mountain peaks—
the space between wanting and having
dissolved into mist.

When thought and feeling is one,
a river joining the sea,
no longer separate currents
but a single flowing truth.

Ask—without judgment.
The future becomes the present
when we believe
as if it already happened—
time folding,
creasing now into then.

Feel the outcome,
walk backward into joy—
footprints appearing
before each step,
echoes preceding your voice.

Do not pray for,
instead, let it be now—
the seed already a forest,
the journey already home.

Where light casts no shadow,
there is no depth.
Truth is a meeting
free of illusion
and masks.

Filed under: 🜃 Infinite – exploring the unseen forces behind creation, truth, and existence.
Once Upon a Time

Time is our most precious gift—
a true welcoming.
I welcome you,
and you welcome me.

Time is an embrace,
the quiet thread that connects.
The author of context,
of meaning.
A dimension,
a perspective—
the perception born of imagination.

Do not spend your time
on what will not remain
with you,
for as long as your consciousness
breathes,
you are.

Choose—and simultaneously be chosen.
The people, the moments,
the story you share.
Not because you are better,
or more rare,
but because your life
is yours.
And it matters.

The peace of this awareness
gives rise to wisdom:
we are all equal.

Only when all are free
can one be free.

Bread breaks open in the oven.
And for every reason to despair,
there are endless wonders
waiting to unveil themselves
to those who keep their eyes—
and hearts—open.

Recall how fire sparks:
a harmonious synchronicity
of heart, mind, and soul.
Two scratch one another,
beneath the surface.

Do not say,
“We could’ve had a wider field,”
or “We might’ve reached the horizon.”
“I could’ve, I should’ve”
Create it.
Make it real.
Be wholly, genuinely
your amazed,
curious,
giving self.
Hear the bells.

Befriend a tree.
Be the gardener of one tree—
and all that’s hidden
shall be revealed.

The secrets
have always been there,
patiently awaiting
your arrival.

Filed under: 🜁 Self – tracing the inner landscapes of thought, feeling, and becoming.
Three Paths, Eight Billion Ways

There are eight billion ways to live,
Each a story, each heart a compass.
Some drift like waves, some carve like rivers,
Some rise like the sun to a chosen horizon.

However, should we choose to group paths
and map these countless ways,
then the first obvious path
is the path of reaction.

We can choose to live unintentionally,
where winds of chance decide where we go.
Simply reacting, existing,
turning in different directions,
led by the currents of the mind.

Yet, some choose another way—
the one path, the path of single sight.
A destination is chosen,
a northern star gleams above,
and the journey begins.

Eyes focused, vision locked,
every choice fuels momentum,
propelling us toward a goal,
on a hunt for sacred keys
to unlock what we are meant to be.

But beyond the roads of reaction and pursuit,
there is the path of being home.
It is living mindfully aware
of the mind, the heart, and the soul—
centered, whole,
in the temple spaces of life.

You are home, yet traveling still,
a seeker, not lost,
a wanderer with roots and wings.
Neither pulled by currents
nor chasing the horizon,
but moving in rhythm
between earth and sky.

And in the dance of all three,
perhaps we find the way.

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

Trapped in a fantasy,
Ensnared in a dreamscape,
A gilded cage of your own design.

Paralyzed by fear,
Roots of doubt anchoring you to illusion,
Afraid to truly live.

Shielding yourself from
The guardian,
While baring your soul to
The hunter.

Doubting virtue,
Condemning it as vice,
While trusting the wicked,
As if malice were grace.

Clarity is absent,
Lost in the fog of self-deception,
Discernment deceived,
A compass spinning wildly,
Wisdom is a forgotten art,
Buried beneath layers of false knowing.

Arrive in the present.
Be here, now.
Show up for life.

Leave the foreign shadow.
Don’t miss the raw, unfiltered moment.

It’s simple—
Yet profound in its simplicity.
Slow your mind,
Let it breathe.

Unshackle yourself,
Break the chains of false perceptions.
Emerge from the cocoon of fear,
Spread wings of authenticity.

In the clarity of presence,
Find the strength to be vulnerable,
The courage to be real,
The wisdom to discern truth from lies.

Embrace the unscripted moment,
Where life’s true magic unfolds.
In nakedness of spirit,
Discover the freedom of being.

Unshackled at last,
Step into the light of your own truth,
Where every breath is a celebration,
And every moment, a rebirth.

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

Sometimes, our eyes betray us,
Revealing more than we can hold.

Sometimes, it’s better
To turn away,
To let one side remain in shadow.

Sometimes, we feel too deeply,
Our hearts stretch and hurt
So profoundly.
Sometimes, we laugh so joyfully,
And love with all we are.

Sometimes, our senses overwhelm us.
Sometimes, it’s better
To let one side remain unseen.

Do we show up in fragments,
Pieces waiting to be reassembled
And reinterpreted?
Or do we arrive whole,
Complete, with all our
Imperfections, cracks and missing parts?

Our hopes and dreams
Rooted in the solid ground
Of what we can truly offer,
And what we truly need.

Sometimes, we see so little.
Sometimes, it’s enough
To just arrive—
To stand and show up for life.

Sometimes,
My mirrors reflect
Sometimes,
My roots grow deep
Into the earth of connection
Sometimes,
I am fire.
Sometimes,
I am ash.
Sometimes,
I am present.

Sometimes, I wonder why.
Sometimes, I wonder how.
Sometimes, I wonder when.
Sometimes, I wonder what.

Sometimes, I start.
Sometimes, I finish.
Sometimes, I give up.
Sometimes, I am the fight.

Sometimes, we want more.
Sometimes, we want less.
Sometimes, we find the balance
Of what to give.

Sometimes, I play God.
Sometimes, I serve the world.
Sometimes, I am

Sometimes,
In the still moment of silence.

And sometime,
Once upon a time.

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

Some wander for years,
tracing circles on familiar ground,
then suddenly break free—
vaulting from stasis into motion.
They say the truest life
unfolds in the surprise of possibilities,
where unexpected moments light the way,
and growth bursts into bloom.

For others, the steady path
is neither linear nor mapped.
It’s a pilgrimage of felt understanding,
where each step sinks deep
into the soil of realization.
Progress isn’t in speed or stride,
but in knowing where your foot lands
and where your thoughts rest.
This is living in full awareness.

I believe there must be
a butterfly’s kiss—
it colors life’s canvas,
while steady footing
roots us in empathy,
kindness, and love,
attuning us to others’ needs.

The energy that drives us
whispers of infinite paths,
but without our steps,
even infinity falters.

Mind your words—
they are seeds of care.
Nurture simplicity,
and we truly care for one another.

Why complicate what’s clear and true?
Why complicate the simple?

In the vibration between
the unknown and deliberate attention,
life finds its rhythm,
and the melody
we create together.

Filed under: 🜃 Infinite – exploring the unseen forces behind creation, truth, and existence.
A World To Live

The world is yours
Not to own,
But to live,

To dwell within,
To feel earth beneath your feet,
To taste rain on your tongue,

To live with it,
To grow alongside,
Like trees reaching for the light,

To sway with the wind’s whisper,
To live with others,
To embrace all,

To thrive in diversity,
As a forest of many species,
To live all,

To simply,
Breathe, feel, and
Live.

In harmony, in unity,
With the world that cradles you,
A home, not a possession.

The world is yours,
Not to own, but to cherish,
A gift to live within.

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

Playing catch.
A ball is thrown,
Soft lob or fastball spin,
A movement is
The response.

Backwards, forwards
Or a jiggle,
A hesitation, then a leap.
Hands ready, minds alert,
To catch the meaning flung.

Then a ball
Is thrown again…
A quip, a question, a musing thought.
The game goes on,
This dance of minds,
In volleys of vocabulary.

Filed under: 🜂 Other – reflecting on connection, relationships, and the spaces between souls.