reflection

Bag of Moments

Let go
Or don’t let go,
Same choice.

Let the past be the past,
And the present be the present,
Same choice.

Live in the moment,
And forget the past,
Same choice.

Carry with you,
The moments from the past,
That are in the present.

Those moments
Can lift you to new heights,
And can descend you into a deeper hole.

Look around you,
What reminders do you see? Why?
Echoes of yesterday in today’s story.

Look inside you, who do you see?
If not you, then who?
A gallery of selves, past and present.

Moments of past,
That are present in the present,
Like stars whose light reaches us
Long after they’ve passed.

In the end, we are not defined
By what we remember or forget,
But by how we use each moment
To shape the next.

So let go, or don’t let go,
But always, always choose to grow.
Some outfits may no longer fit.

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

I am,
Embraces all,
A boundless light—
Like dawn’s first ray
Touching earth
And the sky.

Be mindful
Of your words,
They’re seeds in soil.
Consider deeply
What you name,
The bonds you create—
Roots spreading unseen.

The essence dwells
In every space
You choose to inhabit,
A whisper in the wind,
A ripple in still waters.

Be thoughtful,
Be reflective,
Express fully
What you
Call yourself.

It shapes you—
Your heart, your core,
Like a potter’s hands
Molding, yielding clay.
It is you,
And reflects what you
Offer the world.

You live
Your chosen name,
A mantra, a beacon.
The image
You craft of yourself
Becomes your truth,
Etched in the story
Of your unfolding days.

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

I do not wish
To fill the enigma of my brain
With meaningless information.
I do wish
To fill the space in my mind
With meaningful knowledge.

If I’m interested,
I’ll listen
And ask questions.
If I’m not interested,
I neither listen
Nor inquire.

I value knowledge
Over mere information.
I value meaning.

And if I speak,
It is after listening
With grace.

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

I kick my can,
But I always catch up.

I pick up my can,
I empty it and I kick my can,
But I always catch up.

I pick up my can,
I fill it and I kick my can,
But I always catch up.

I kick my can into tomorrow,
But I always catch up today.

I kick my can, it’s dented now,
But I always catch up, somehow.

I kick my can in endless loops,
But I always catch up, in swoops.

I kick my can, my legs grow weary,
But I always catch up, theory and query.

I kick my can towards the stars,
But I always catch up, near and far.

I kick my can through seasons’ change,
But I always catch up, time’s range.

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

I visit
A domain within me;
Just mind,
No walls or doors.
Painted by time and
Emotion are landscapes of memory.

I visit,
I visit always,
Every reason but none in particular.
Sometimes I go to cry.
Tears on fields of regret fall
Watering seeds of ‘what-ifs’
that never seem to bloom,‌
But always present to visit

I visit.
A roundabout of the mind
I turn and turn around
Different horses but the same journey
I start and finish in the same place

I visit.
Sometimes I visit stars
Of missed chances to make my wishes
Sometimes I visit to thank
Ghosts of days gone by

I visit.
This familiar cage,
Which will never let me go.
I carry this place around
Even there on bright days are its shadows.

I visit
Here as a captain and crewman,
Difficult journey through stormy thoughts,
However much I try to find a way back home
But am caught up by drifting currents.

I visit
When I’m lost
In the maze of the present tense.
Sometimes I visit
Hoping yesterday will soon
Become today.

Repeating the same thing
But expecting different outcomes
It is a memory of visiting
I often do.

I visit.
I always visit.
For in visiting, I am,
Both lost and found again.

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

Naked at the mirror
I search the night
Behind the skies
Vast and starless
I often throw my net
Into the cosmic void
And to my bewildered reminiscence
I always catch myself
Reflected in the universe’s eye

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

Sun kisses my eyelids,
I am awake.

Gratitude a marching beat,
In my chest.
The simple beauty,
Is everywhere.

Love breathes into
The tasks I meet,
A soft warmth
In every step.

Humility paves the way,
Humble thoughts guide me,
In the choices I make,
Deep inside.

Each day reveals,
A precious stone.
From laughs
To wise thoughts,

With clear eyes,
I see the world,
My own reflection,
A diadem.

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

White paper and a pen
wish for me,
on a birthday of many returns
passed, yet to come.
So a thought I will,
and a thought
I may, descend
into self,
my self-maintained, renewed self,
my pattern of self.
Together and with,
I feel out
an infinite creativity,
I do now
experience my stability.

Ever change,
never never.
Am.
I am dependent,
Yet I am identified.

One in once.
Always a memory,
always a surprise.

Scenes change,
familiar feelings.
Known to life,
stranger to my own.
Allowed to feel all,
but not my own.
Hold on
known stranger, hold on.
I hold on to my breath.
I hold on.

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