The Philosophical Poetry

The Soul's Canvas

quantum

  • Breath of the Source

    Breath of the Source

    Antiquity breathes,
    Momentarily birthing,
    Cosmic prospect.

    Circumference of breath-born horizons,
    Specimens of ephemeral universes,
    Cause of endings become beginnings.

    Gravity of infinite black hole realms,
    Reality fleeting as exhalation.

    All of the above,
    And a specter of time reversed,
    To reveal,
    The deepest privacy,
    Of existence on the edge.

    The divine feeling of perpetual creation.

    An open invitation,
    To witness universes in each breath.

    And only few to explore,
    This negative image of cosmos.

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

  • Lucid Dreamers, Rapturous Witnesses

    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.