self-awareness

Beyond Judgement

Don’t mistake judgment for knowing.
Don’t confuse lack of judgment
with weakness.

Before you know someone,
you must first know
and forgive yourself.
Then you shall
be blessed
to know another.
And when you do,
you forgive.

How can we
receive and give,
freely and genuinely,
if we stubbornly block
with a judgment passed—
given or received?

Is it possible
to truly live,
without dignity?

What we take
from others,
we take away
from ourselves first.
What we give others,
we give ourselves first.

Forgiveness doesn’t appear
after judgment;
it is always prior.
A choice.
It is innocence matured.
And clarity
lights the path
toward forgiveness.

Don’t let the grace
of forgiveness
slip past
your awareness.
Don’t remain attached
to the wrong relationships.
Show up
and be present.

We can’t grow—
if our bodies get older,
yet mentally, emotionally,
and spiritually we are
at a standstill in time.

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.
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.
The Stranger’s Truth

It is hard being misunderstood,
Like a book written in a forgotten tongue.
Misunderstanding denies
The existence of identity,
Self and truth,
A erasure of the soul’s fingerprint.

Feeling misunderstood,
Is a feeling of non-acceptance
Of who we are,
A rejection of our inner landscape,
Mountains of experience flattened
By the bulldozer of presumption.

Accept or pass,
Don’t deny.

My misunderstandings are
Simple to understand,
Like clear water mistaken for air.

I am always a stranger,
A traveler in a land of familiar faces.
And I always become
A stranger,
Even to those closest
To me.

People sense the breath
Of depth,
An ocean beneath a still surface,
And assume intentions,
Sometimes they assume,
Bad intentions.

But the truth is
What they sense
Is an unfiltered directness,
A deeper meaning,
Waiting to be uncovered,
Like buried treasure beneath
The sands of superficiality.

There is no veil,
There is essence.

In this world of masks and mirrors,
I stand naked in my truth,
Unbreakable, a paradox.

Misunderstood, yes,
But in the quiet of self-knowledge,
I find the acceptance
The world often fails to give.

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.
In Giving, In Relationship

It’s been said before,
“Do unto others,
As you would have them
Do unto you.”

How do we interact
With our inner selves?
To what depths do we reach?

Whatever you offer others,
You must nurture in yourself first,
Lest your wellspring run dry.

To be kind
Is to cultivate love within.
If you dwell on I,
You lose sight of We.
And no I is
Without the embrace
Of the We.

The kindness in giving
Is a radiant energy,
A resonance and a pulse.
Giving of ourselves
Ignites friction.
Friction births a spark.
Collision unveils new beginnings.

A single spark
Illuminates eternity.

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

I can neither perfect nor dress this feeling with language,
Forgive me for speaking out loud.

I screamed in the cave of loneliness,
And heard the echoes of God repeating,
Screams of pain are chants for joy.

I am the nameless child,
I can only listen to silence,
I look in the mirror,
And I see,
A power using its five senses,
To absorb more of this world.

I breathe all.

I am the nameless child,
I am the painful truth,
And now I give you I.

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

Find your voice,
They say.
I have found my voice.

They say pretend,
Misunderstanding,
Paper cuts on my soul.
They sting, they bleed.
This is not fine.

My voice to you is
Described as a whisper of a ghost.
However, to me
It is like thunder in my mind .

When told to speak out loud by you,
There are words that
I must take from the deepest part of me,
With every syllable
Struggling against my throat
And clawing to be let out.

On the other hand,
What you hear seems dry.
But for me, it feels
Like fresh wounds.

But if I have to
Call out to someone
In the next room,
I find myself falling into myself,
And my voice coming out
As though it emerged from the dawn of time.
It leaves me panting, empty,

Sometimes it sounds
Like I’m yelling
A cry in your ears;
While for me this is an earthquake
That breaks my soul.
The effort leaves me gasping, drained.

Peace is a soft shawl
Within silence.
At last,
My mind breathes.

In stillness,
And in mute moments,
I am complete.

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