The Soul's Canvas
For each of us,
His own song,
And own creative music.
For each of us,
A healing frequency.
This is tranquility.
In the silence between notes,
We find our rhythm true.
Each heartbeat a cadence,
Each breath a gentle refrain.
Our melody unfolds,
Unique as morning dew.
This harmony we seek,
Is found within our chord.
A personal symphony,
That opens every door.
To peace and understanding,
Forevermore.
Filed under: 🜃 Infinite – exploring the unseen forces behind creation, truth, and existence.
In silence, with closed eyes, I sit,
And let the world around me quit.
I tune my ears to nature’s grace,
To feel the wind in its embrace.
The rustling leaves, a gentle sound,
Like whispers from the Earth’s own ground.
Through branches, wind begins to sing,
A symphony, which hearts believe.
It’s more than just a passing breeze,
It’s like a magnet,
Drawing me closer to its call,
Like a cosmic force.
The wind’s song stretches my mind’s wings,
Unveiling truths that silence reveals.
It touches me deep in my soul,
A melody that makes me whole.
In this communion with the air,
I find a peace beyond compare.
A cleansing of the mind and heart,
Where inner worlds and winds dance.
Close your eyes, and attend,
To nature’s music.
Let wind’s sweet song your spirit guide,
In its embrace, my dear friend.
Filed under: 🜃 Infinite – exploring the unseen forces behind creation, truth, and existence.