simplicity

  • The Rhythm of Surprise and Steadiness

    The Rhythm of Surprise and Steadiness

    Some wander for years,
    tracing circles on familiar ground,
    then suddenly break free—
    vaulting from stasis into motion.
    They say the truest life
    unfolds in the surprise of possibilities,
    where unexpected moments light the way,
    and growth bursts into bloom.

    For others, the steady path
    is neither linear nor mapped.
    It’s a pilgrimage of felt understanding,
    where each step sinks deep
    into the soil of realization.
    Progress isn’t in speed or stride,
    but in knowing where your foot lands
    and where your thoughts rest.
    This is living in full awareness.

    I believe there must be
    a butterfly’s kiss—
    it colors life’s canvas,
    while steady footing
    roots us in empathy,
    kindness, and love,
    attuning us to others’ needs.

    The energy that drives us
    whispers of infinite paths,
    but without our steps,
    even infinity falters.

    Mind your words—
    they are seeds of care.
    Nurture simplicity,
    and we truly care for one another.

    Why complicate what’s clear and true?
    Why complicate the simple?

    In the vibration between
    the unknown and deliberate attention,
    life finds its rhythm,
    and the melody
    we create together.

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

  • Yield

    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.

  • My Shirt

    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.