transformation

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.
Journey on

There’s a question
Most never ask
Simple, yet profound
The key to your path

How do I get there?

Some chase wealth
A million in the bank
A mansion on the hill
A fancy car in the drive

Others seek contentment
A family’s warm embrace
A life of quiet joy
Just enough to get by

But whatever you choose
Whatever life you crave
This question burns bright
Like a guiding flame

How do I get there?

Without it, you drift
A leaf on the wind
Reacting, not living
Surviving, not thriving

You turn left for a fallen tree
Right to avoid the wolf
Dizzy from the dance
Of life’s random tune

But ask the question
And the fog lifts
Your road becomes clear
Your steps find purpose

How do I get there?

It’s not a secret
It’s not profound
It’s the map you draw
The compass you follow

Don’t be hypnotized
By the world’s noise
Create your identity
Choose your own voice

When you know the way
Obstacles become challenges
Your authentic self emerges
In harmony with your dreams

Journey on,
With purpose in your stride
For you’ve asked the question
That lights the way inside

How do I get there?
Now you know.

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

The illusion of I can’t
Evaporates into a gentle wind,
To become an inevitable I can.

And its box of reasons
Turn to wheel,
When the seed of want,
Is planted in the soil of passion.

Watered with
The feelings of wondering love,
And nourished by
The thoughts of creative imagination.

The bud of possibility
Finds a way through doubts,
It spreads courageous leaves too
That can seize the chance light.

Each period of development
It is a silent protest
Within the quiet words of boundaries,
At the same time, mute declaration
Of the unexplored capacities.

The map of the inner realm
Changes in numerous ways
The horizons that seemed remote
Now lie close to extended hands.

In the field of confidence,
Where “I can’t’ withers away,
Whereas “I can” grows
Into vast forests of endless becoming.

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

Invisible world out.
Beyond what eyes can see.
Faith, the key,
But how can we calculate it?

The hidden force that is known
We recognize it
Only believing by faith
But wisdom’s source
Giving the unknown a name.

That is what faith is.
What depths of cosmic stream.
Mind supports campaigns
Which neither sense of logic nor thinking helps out.

Quantum worlds and mystical thoughts.
In the wilderness faith finds a pattern
Where no other man can find one.

Nothing can touch us
But we are touched.
Faith and knowledge move side by side.

Transformational power lies
To recognize is to transform.
Our inner norm takes its shape from faith
It endeavors into infinite potentialities.

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

Light comes in,
And shadows go away,
Not vanquished,
But veiled.

As with concealed memories
Waiting out there at the edge
Of consciousness.
Darkness makes its spooky mark,
A palimpsest on the fabric of space.

Yet light could obliterate,
However,
The trace remains,
A black relief.

As brightness increases,
Shadows disappear.
Our form appears to rise, unraveled.
The more luminous we become,
The lighter we weigh,
Through light’s caress matter ends.

In this equilibrium
Between seen and unseen,
Light wipes off what is hidden beneath it.
But then,
There is a trick you can do with your fingers:
Press it.

Make it brighter
Or darker, that’s up to you
The decision is yours
But it’s something that’s not often known.
In warm bright or cold dark contact
Your core discovers how to go down or stay up.

Filed under: 🜃 Infinite – exploring the unseen forces behind creation, truth, and existence.
The Magic Alchemy of What’s to Come

In now’s fertile ground,
We’re sowing the seeds of tomorrow’s delight.
Gratitude, a bright bow,
Bends over an alloyed time.
.
We pray for blessings not yet come,
And with our hearts on fire we say thanks.
Abundance is invited to occupy this moment

A gracious act before its due day
Painting vivid futures there and then.
With grateful thoughts,
We pave the path.

Affirmations by morning light,
Thankful for what will be preserved later on.
Celebratory penning in our notebooks
For unseen harvests yet borne.

Visualize
With grateful heart,
The joys that lie ahead.

Doubt will dissolve away into thanksgiving,
While trust takes center stage.

The universe’s wisdom
Responds to grateful song.
From present thanks
To futures blessings.

Thank before receiving,
The gifts not yet in hand.
In this magic act,
We transform metal to gold.

Filed under: 🜃 Infinite – exploring the unseen forces behind creation, truth, and existence.
The Spellbinding Sway of Belief

Belief lives in
The hearts and minds,
Where it casts its spell.

Its roots grow unseen,
And are fed by hopes and dreams.

Belief bends the world,
And makes the strong bow,
With a soft shepherd’s call.

Unseen yet deeply felt,
Belief is a force
That shapes and molds.

It can sway souls.
It can bend wills,
And lead each to their spot.

In giving in or standing strong,
Belief leaves its diacritic.

It echoes through time,
Quiet and loud.

Belief is a silent power,
Both simple and deep.

Filed under: 🜂 Other – reflecting on connection, relationships, and the spaces between souls.
An Invite

The pages turn,
The lessons learned.
Yesterday’s story,
In shadows blurred.

Here and now,
A sacred vow.
No echoes of the past,
Only blessings cast.

A dance in time,
A rhythm sublime.
Journey to the start,
A compassionate heart.

From fractures deep,
New love will seep.
The universe’s art,
Love notes to impart.

Whispers below,
Stars’ radiant glow.
Dreams turned real,
Wishes heal.

To give is to gain,
A life’s gentle rain.
Gifts we bestow,
A river’s flow.

A cycle spins,
Where life begins.
Endings and new,
Horizons in view.

Life’s tender touch,
Curiosity as such.
Questions arise,
Truth in our eyes.

Vibrations thrum,
Curiosity hum.
A dance of creation,
Life’s grand narration.

Meaning or delight,
In the heart’s light.
Faith’s gentle grace,
Lessons we embrace.

A journey’s quest,
In choices blessed.
Each path we tread,
A truth ahead.

Invisible strings,
Connected beings.
A world anew,
Love pure and true.

Beyond the pane,
Open hearts gain.
No need for disguise,
Inviting, open skies.

Home’s embrace,
Love’s gentle grace.
A welcome bright,
In shared light.

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