Presence

Yield

To learn, we must yield,
Like a river bending to stone.
Slow down to sense and feel,
The world’s heartbeat, nature’s own.
Experience unfolds in stillness,
A flower opening to dawn’s light.

Love, wisdom, and light
Flow to gift and reveal meaning,
In the gentle current of being.

Speed is a distraction,
A chaotic haze,
Blurring senses,
Deepening shadows.
A rapids, churning and blind.

But in the slow and simple lane,
Beautiful life awakens, free.
Dewdrops on grass, bird’s melody,
A world of wonder we rarely see.

Like a river’s patient flow,
Wisdom carves its gentle path below.
Through canyon deep and valley wide,
In stillness, truth cannot hide.

In the rush, we lose our soul.
In stillness, we are found and made whole.
The river finds its way to sea,
As we find our true identity.

In quiet, discover your way,
And reveal your spark.
Listen to the whisper of leaves,
The silence between heartbeats.

If you want to live happy and free,
Live quietly, wild and carefree.
A paradox of peace and zest,
In yielding, find your spirit’s best.

What whispers did you hear today?
In silence, what did you say?
As you yield to life’s gentle flow,
What truths did stillness help you know?

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

Many believe we either espouse, retort,
respond instantly without thinking
in anger or in passion.
Obviously, they recommend against it.

They suggest we digest, and think
about what we’re about to say before we say.
So they say.

But the truth is,
it’s not just one or the other.
There is a third conscious option.
A more balanced and harmonious choice.
To be aware of what we are about to say.

It’s just that simple,
awareness is a reminder,
a soft touch towards the present,
to trust in our intuition,
which comes from our gut.
That’s our intuition,
not our instinct, as some call it.

This simple active awareness,
is intentional, purposeful, deliberate,
yet honest and genuine.
It is naked truth.

A gentle reminder,
an awareness of the
meaning and power of our words.
No need to analyze, overthink,
nor blurt, respond by default in a reflex.

Simply pause to be aware
of the words we speak, to create.

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

I wear my shirt and carry on.
As I do what I do,
I cease to remember
The sensation.

Fabric fades from thought,
Color dims in memory’s eye.
If my life were day and night,
My shirt, the love nearby.

Life bends and unfurls grace .
Where this core of feeling holds, the eyes fall .
It is a moment of curve and dip .
Further than the veil I see.

I see beyond evil,
And I know myself again
Through my shirt,
My love revealed anew
As awareness raises a flag

I see my shirt,
I feel my love,
In this bow of recognition,
Below, above.

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

The sky above
Griffith Park is
Black and white,
A canvas primed.

Ancient light,
Millions of years old,
Dances gracefully
On a black surface
Of the universe.
Painting the seasons
With cosmic hues.

Stars holding hands,
Singing so brightly.
I climb the hill,
Bathed in the glow
Of the moon’s gentle smile.

And I watch the trees
Breathe. Inhale,
Exhale.

Leaves chatting
Each other up.
Colorful threads,
Connect the leaves,
To the sky’s light.

Connect the leaves,
To the forest,
And all of its life.
Connect the leaves
To me.

A surrender
In wonder.

Colorful threads,
Love.

Revealed.

In every breath,
In every beam.

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

Happiness once said to me,
“Walk this path and you will find paradise.”
So I rushed, I ran and I suffered,
Blind to all but the promised reward.

Until I met sadness who said to me,
“Don’t rush there, man or you will find nothing.”
Of course I accused him of being a liar,
A rain on my sunny dreaming.

So I set my mark and walked the dark tunnel,
Each step echoing with hope and fear,
Until I found my paradise,
It seemed so near.

I raised my hand to touch it,
Fingers trembling with desire,
And I found nothing but mud,
My dreams sunk in earthly mire.

Yet in that mud, a seed might grow,
Of wisdom earned, not freely given.
Perhaps true joy lies not in chasing,
But in living each moment, fully.

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

Light comes in,
And shadows go away,
Not vanquished,
But veiled.

As with concealed memories
Waiting out there at the edge
Of consciousness.
Darkness makes its spooky mark,
A palimpsest on the fabric of space.

Yet light could obliterate,
However,
The trace remains,
A black relief.

As brightness increases,
Shadows disappear.
Our form appears to rise, unraveled.
The more luminous we become,
The lighter we weigh,
Through light’s caress matter ends.

In this equilibrium
Between seen and unseen,
Light wipes off what is hidden beneath it.
But then,
There is a trick you can do with your fingers:
Press it.

Make it brighter
Or darker, that’s up to you
The decision is yours
But it’s something that’s not often known.
In warm bright or cold dark contact
Your core discovers how to go down or stay up.

Filed under: 🜃 Infinite – exploring the unseen forces behind creation, truth, and existence.
Beyond Time’s Flow

There is a state,
Quite hard to tell,
Beyond what language
Can dispel.
It’s not this world we think
We know,
Where minutes tick
And seasons flow.

Imagine now
A domain so vast,
Where time’s constraints
Have all been cast
Into an open, timeless sea –
An endless stretch
Of just to Be.

And yet this realm
Is not mere naught,
A lifeless void
Of absence sought.
For it’s alive with
Pure Presence bright,
A fullness radiating light.

Within this state freed
From time’s veil,
Our ideas of change
Cannot prevail.
Neither fixed nor ever-shifting,
It encompasses all
Without drifting.

Both boundless as the infinite,
And intimate as the divine wit,
This atemporal,
Uncaused Cause
Pervades all realms
Without pause.

So do not ask,
“Is it moving still?”
For that’s a question
Born of ill –
The ill of thinking
In past and future,
Which this existence
Does not nurture.

It is and isn’t,
All as one,
Like mai-un-mai
In Vedanta’s sun.
The final truth words
Fail to render,
An is-and-is-not
Must we tender.

This essence beyond measure,
Is life’s great everlasting treasure.
Though reason cannot
Here reside,
Our hearts and souls
Can well abide.

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

The journey is as long
As the mystery is.
For in every step we take,
A new world, words.

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.