Symbolism

  • The Pyramid’s Knowing

    The Pyramid’s Knowing

    Do you know the pyramid’s deep significance?

    It is this:
    a blending of polarities.

    A foundation laid,
    a single line connecting
    the vessel,
    the earth below.

    Then, a rising,
    two pathways reaching,
    stretching for the vastness,
    the distant stars,
    only to meet,
    to fuse as one.

    The heavens above,
    a spark’s flash.

    You inquire about fate
    and freely chosen options.

    “Not one,
    nor the other,
    but two visions encountered,
    collided imaginations,
    seen and watched,
    gave birth
    to the world you live in,”
    the pyramid informs us.

    These are the forms
    of possibilityβ€”
    the dream worlds
    and the images they contain.

    The deepest conviction
    is that it never exists
    outside of us
    but rather thrives
    in the way we create
    the ties that bind us.

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

  • Egg of the Unknown

    Egg of the Unknown

    Darkness of the unknown
    Lays an egg that goes astray.
    A crystal tear, and an honest smile:
    Praise the believer,
    And forgive the blind.

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

  • 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.

  • Enter Thy Dream

    Enter Thy Dream

    In my tent,
    I create and I invent.

    And in my tent
    I peel,
    The images of my senses,
    In an attempt,
    To reach the grounds,
    At which my conscience can’t extend to prevent my memory,
    From joining the potential of two extremes.

    To look at the judge’s vacant seat
    Makes being at two opposites at once, real,
    Zero indeed -time leaves-
    So as I approach this final shade.

    And when everything now
    Feels colorless, tasteless, odorless, mute,
    And all of that
    A legend alarms the shadow of night,
    So just to strike my tent with light.

    Imagine a subconscious in too deep,
    As a divine dream rises to capture the universe and its deities.

    A voice from far and near sounds as if it is coming from outside,
    And simultaneously from within me says:
    “Enter thy dream.”

    I enter.

    I dream.

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