Purpose

I Believe

I believe in freedom,
the birthright of every soul,
to wander, to wonder,
and to seek the uncharted paths of life.

I believe in curiosity,
the spark of our divinity,
calling us to explore the magnificent glory
of existence, without fear or limit.

I believe in democracy,
the song of many voices,
harmonizing in a chorus of respect,
compassion, and shared purpose.

I believe in connection,
the sacred bond that weaves hearts together,
where each soul uplifts the other,
and no one is left unseen.

I believe in capitalism with a conscience,
where purpose and profit dance as partners,
creating not only wealth
but a world of dignity and hope.

I believe in work that heals,
in businesses that serve,
and in success that nourishes both
the heart and the hands that built it.

I believe in stories,
the lifeblood of humanity.
Through them, we remember, we dream,
and we understand our place in the infinite.

I believe in courage,
the quiet strength to stand when others sit,
to speak when silence weighs heavy,
and to love when hate surrounds.

I believe in the power of one
to inspire the many,
and the power of the many
to lift the one.

I believe in the light
within every heart,
a spark so small it may seem invisible,
yet strong enough to illuminate the darkest night.

I believe in hands held out in kindness,
in the strength of an embrace that says,
“You are not alone,”
and in the quiet comfort of simply being seen.

I believe in dreams
whispered into the stars,
carried by the winds of hope,
and returned to us as the gentle reminder
that all things are possible.

I believe in the beauty of imperfection,
in the scars that tell our stories,
and in the resilience that rises
from the ashes of our pain.

I believe in the laughter of children,
the wisdom of elders,
and the unbroken thread that connects us all—
woven through love,
through memory, through the eternal now.

I believe in second chances,
in the power of redemption,
and in the boundless grace
that lets us begin again,
no matter how far we have strayed.

I believe in a world
where no one is forgotten,
where every voice matters,
and where every person
is a vital part of the whole,
like stars in the night sky.

I believe in the quiet heroes,
the ones who change the world
not with grand gestures
but with steady, unshakable love.

I believe in the mornings yet to come,
in the sunlight that will warm our faces,
and in the gentle truth
that even the longest winters give way to spring.

I believe in us.
In our capacity
to create beauty out of chaos,
to find each other in the void,
and to walk hand in hand
toward a brighter tomorrow.

I believe,
with every beat of my heart,
that we belong.
That we are here for a reason.
That together,
we can be the light we long to see.

I believe in you,
in me, and in us,
for together,
we can shape a world
where freedom reigns,
justice thrives, and purpose leads the way.

I believe.

And if you’ve ever doubted it,
let me remind you now:
You are part of this story.
You are enough.
You are loved.

This is our time
to hope,
to heal,
and to believe—
together.

Filed under: 🜃 Infinite – exploring the unseen forces behind creation, truth, and existence.
Chase your Dreams?

Push your dreams
Towards your future?
A mirage ever-receding,
Leaving only
Footprints and memories
To chase.

No, grasp your dreams
In the palm of now.
Feel their weight,
Their texture, their warmth.
Dreams are not for tomorrow,
But for this breath, this heartbeat.

Manifest, don’t wish.
Create, don’t wait.
Your dreams are not distant stars,
But seeds in your hands,
Ready to be planted
In the soil of today.

Don’t let your aspirations
Become ghosts of “someday.”
Breathe life into them
With the power of now.
For in this moment,
Dreams transform into reality,
And you, the dreamer,
Become the creator.

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

There’s a question
Most never ask
Simple, yet profound
The key to your path

How do I get there?

Some chase wealth
A million in the bank
A mansion on the hill
A fancy car in the drive

Others seek contentment
A family’s warm embrace
A life of quiet joy
Just enough to get by

But whatever you choose
Whatever life you crave
This question burns bright
Like a guiding flame

How do I get there?

Without it, you drift
A leaf on the wind
Reacting, not living
Surviving, not thriving

You turn left for a fallen tree
Right to avoid the wolf
Dizzy from the dance
Of life’s random tune

But ask the question
And the fog lifts
Your road becomes clear
Your steps find purpose

How do I get there?

It’s not a secret
It’s not profound
It’s the map you draw
The compass you follow

Don’t be hypnotized
By the world’s noise
Create your identity
Choose your own voice

When you know the way
Obstacles become challenges
Your authentic self emerges
In harmony with your dreams

Journey on,
With purpose in your stride
For you’ve asked the question
That lights the way inside

How do I get there?
Now you know.

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

Be the ink on the page that twirls and dances,
Depicting sublime concepts in words.
Be the metered pulsation, point, and rhythm’s fluctuation.
Let the muse guide ideas through poetry’s maze.

Be the metaphor that reveals the essence,
Interwoven layers of meaning.
Be the imagination that ignites an inner sense,
Transforming abstractions into images that soar aloft.

Be raw emotions on the lines,
Joy with sorrow, passion in between.
Whisper too, and let some soulful cry be fine,
Musical language, beautifully designed.

When people are most dejected, be their light,
Directing lost ships: in darkness show
The warm glow of lighthouses for those who wander at night,
A gentle morning breeze caressing softly as thoughts flow.

Let your voice be piercing yet gentle like any poet’s,
A beacon through the mundane veil.
Be always stanzas that never grow old,
Their value known regardless of time’s tale.

Be the poem
That is reborn with each new reading’s breath.
Make wonder-miracles, create verses that
Defy death in triumph and break the silence.

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

From the deeper recesses of my brain,
I call forth whole worlds,
Whose births are unto galaxies,
From the tongue and fingertips.
They are bright spatial plains I create.

Then comes my magnificent creations,
Around which others revolve
Without knowing what compels them.
I attract.

Even though the gravity
Of producing pulls within my bones
I grow tired,
Listening to whispers similar
To that of a black hole,
Sometimes I rest,
Satiated by someone else’s food,
But the meal is empty.

I still carry on.
Whenever it fails
To elicit any interest from me
In isolation,
I move forward on the path
As impenetrable as a diamond.

What else is there for me
Except dying or creating?
I offer my own interpretation of the universe
Singing into the vast emptiness.

Filed under: 🜃 Infinite – exploring the unseen forces behind creation, truth, and existence.
Curiosity’s Compass: The Alchemy of Purpose

The flame of knowledge and curiosity
Should merge in the dance of life.
What do I know? What explodes my amazement?
Here unfolds strength, my gift to the world.
Who drinks from my pool of knowledge?
Whose lives are influenced by my “why’s”?

This is the point of confluence where vocation thrives,
As a fruitful garden is punctiliously landscaped.
How have they developed “my babies”?
What feelings take root in their hearts?
The meaning of a well-spent life is found
In the mirth and progress of others.

We come into this world
Without being complete,
Yet can be said to have everything
Necessary for making our tune.
Life is like a canvas waiting for my hand
To paint chords where we belong.

Thus we put names on things,
Adding our own words to the great song,
Not to jostle but rather to augment
– A melody of joy intermingled with sorrow.

We make use of eyesight for what is visible;
Touch things that are tangible,
And sense the invisible presence hovering around us.
However, Mother Earth’s deep heart,
Gaps in space,
Are still a sealed book and
Beyond our ken.

The pathway to wisdom,
Knowledge interwoven with curiosity,
Is lit on through seeking, sharing, and reflecting.

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

In the soft glow of evening sun,
Grandpa whispers a tale just begun.
His life’s experiences echoes,
Lyrics of lessons, stories told.

Truth dances in each moment’s breath,
Reality, our collective quest.
We shape the world with dreams and deeds,
In unity, we plant the seeds.

Seven steps to heaven we climb:
Awareness, Kindness, Knowledge prime,
Understanding, Love, and then
Wisdom, Oneness without end.

We are the gardeners of light,
Tending life from day to night.
Not fruit alone, but roots we seek,
In silence, let the heart speak.

Your attention creates your world,
Choose wisely where your thoughts are aimed.
For what you think of,
Multiplies in the canvas of your skies.

Life’s not hours, but who we’re with,
Each moment a precious gift.
We’re songs with highs and lows linked,
Captain of our journey, unconfined.

Friction sparks the light within,
Be gentle as your tales begin.
You’re the story, music, and art,
Imagination sets you apart.

In every face, a mirror gleams,
Fragments of our shared dreams.
We’re co-creators in this symphony,
Bound by love, not circumstance.

Like trees, we root and reach for sun,
In giving, our strength has begun.
Live fully, don’t just survive,
In connection, we truly thrive.

In the quiet of the night,
Stars twinkle with infinite light.
Your voice, a brushstroke on life’s art,
You paint wonders from your heart.

Speak your truth, sing your song,
In the narrative’ miracles, you belong.
The pen is yours, the stage is set,
Write your story without regret.

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

When relationship with self
Becomes mere convenience,
An empty shell forms,
No real core.

Our true self fades,
Lost in the fog.
We lose our compass,
We lose our guiding star’s light.

Floating alone,
In a big formless sea,
We drift through time,
Chained and confused.

Each moment blends
Into the next,
As we wander blind
Through days and space.

In this hazy trip,
Where who we are
Is in exile,
We find ourselves lost
In anonymous days.

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