soul

The Truth in Fruit

If the fruit pleases the eye,
it is already a feast.

Press your teeth,
let the flesh confess
its honeyed psalm,
let juice run like a promise
kept.

The truth does not hide,
it ripens in the sun,
round and fragrant,
ready to be held.

Tend the soul like an orchard.
See past the peel,
look deeper than skin,
further than the horizon’s thin line.

Love with both hands,
and without gloves.
Reach,
and know your own hands
are made of mercy,
your spine a stem
that sways but does not break.
Touch,
and trust the weight
of your own grace,
the kindness that bends your branches,
the sorrow that roots you
deeper into earth.

Believe in the pulp,
the seed,
the inevitable bloom.
Awareness Unseen

The mind doesn’t stop,
a ceaseless sea of thought.
Awareness is a current,
steady and deep,
flowing beneath the waves.

In light,
its depths are revealed,
crystalline and clear,
while in darkness,
it hides secrets
it keeps from sight,
a vast ocean unexplored.

An attentive eye,
a lighthouse on the shore,
though often unaware
of its own inner presence,
still senses its gentle touch,
like the caress of sea foam.

In shadows or sunshine,
it’s a constant companion,
an undercurrent strong,
and a soulful heart
beating with the rhythm
of the eternal tide.

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

Have you ever felt
As if you are standing
In your own space
With your hands open
And every person you encounter
Tattoos you,
Writes on you
With permanent ink
Before moving on?

The marks glow
With a stained-glass-like luster;
They form an intricately
Beautiful pattern
Made out of memories
And accidental encounters.
Some run very deep;
Others just scratch the surface;
Nevertheless each one
Does stay
In its own way
However, faint it might be.

Would you want to look at yourself?
Can you see yourself beneath these marks?

In the looking glass,
There’s a kaleidoscope of reflections
Looking back at me
A live screen
On which countless stories appear.
But beneath all these;
I feel a heartbeat pounding constantly,
A central self-crying out
For recognition…

I feel as if I am losing myself
Within these entwining paths
A life’s true maze.
Which scars deserve
Our appreciation
And which ones should be forgotten?
It could be that this decision
Symbolizes the very essence
Of the soul.

Just
Wandering.

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

There is one way,
To slip past time’s relentless hold.
Through light’s dimension,
We may attain an existence outside time.

Untangled from all events’ chains,
That bind us to before-and-after pains,
Touching light speed is
The liberating grace we dwell on.

An opening through which our souls could pass,
To break free of temporality’s grasp,
And bask in the eternity.

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

I paint
with words,
a dreamscape
of the mind.
A sunrise heard
in hues of gold,
A lover’s kiss,
sweet and tender,
A storm raging
with wild abandon.
I paint with words,
And you are
my canvas.

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

A word is a
life lived,
in liberation,
in freedom,
in honesty.

Filed under: 🜂 Other – reflecting on connection, relationships, and the spaces between souls.
A Live Word

Writing is liberation.
Reading is freedom.
Truth is honesty.

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

There is more than the grounds we stand on,
That hold us.

There is more than these words we speak,
That gather us.

There is more than this time we got,
That preserves us.

There is more than those thoughts we have,
That enlighten us.

There is more than a heart we romance,
That touches us.

There is more than navigating genes we inherit,
That guide us.

There is more than
Flesh, breath and blood.

There is more than
We know.

There is more than
You and me.

There is more than
A physical connection.

There is only one truthful line we know,
One truthful page we feel

There is more than…

It’s called

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