truth

  • A House Without Foundation

    A House Without Foundation

    They cultivate an aura of ambiguity,
    leaving the truth cloaked in fog
    that bends with every breeze,
    ever-shifting to suit
    the whims of convenience.

    This being vague is
    no deception of others,
    but a self-delusion, you understand,
    and a refusal to stop
    drifting aimlessly above
    the solid ground of principle.

    By leaving the truth open
    to interpretation,
    they reserve the right to pivot,
    to rewrite and to redefine,
    thereby not only betraying
    others’ trust
    but also their own being.

    For in the depths of
    their own hearts,
    they know that to stand
    for anything is like being
    bound by conviction,
    and so they trade firm ground
    for the fleeting shelter
    of a passing cloud.

    Their words wind through
    labyrinths of mirrored reflections,
    refracting meanings that
    splinter and distort,
    making it possible
    for one person to speak
    several truths at once.

    But eventually,
    this kind of impotence reveals
    something deeper:
    it shows that these individuals
    are willing to betray the roots
    of their integrity
    to avoid the weight of discomfortβ€”
    when perhaps it
    would have been better
    if they had just stated clearly
    what they meant instead.

    Those who engage in such pretenses
    do not lie before others,
    but rather lie before themselves,
    undermining their own character
    with each evasion.

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

  • The Paradox of Life

    The Paradox of Life

    The paradox of life
    Is that to quench our curiosity,
    We must give
    Of that which
    We do not possess.

    We witness
    What we conjure in thought.
    We analyze,
    In the quest to understand.

    And then,
    That which we summoned,
    Appears.

    What we need
    And what we desire,
    Fade into irrelevance.

    Words paint the void
    Truth echoes
    Near and far

    For it is what we speak of
    That comes to be.

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

  • Sometimes

    Sometimes

    Sometimes, our eyes betray us,
    Revealing more than we can hold.

    Sometimes, it’s better
    To turn away,
    To let one side remain in shadow.

    Sometimes, we feel too deeply,
    Our hearts stretch and hurt
    So profoundly.
    Sometimes, we laugh so joyfully,
    And love with all we are.

    Sometimes, our senses overwhelm us.
    Sometimes, it’s better
    To let one side remain unseen.

    Do we show up in fragments,
    Pieces waiting to be reassembled
    And reinterpreted?
    Or do we arrive whole,
    Complete, with all our
    Imperfections, cracks and missing parts?

    Our hopes and dreams
    Rooted in the solid ground
    Of what we can truly offer,
    And what we truly need.

    Sometimes, we see so little.
    Sometimes, it’s enough
    To just arriveβ€”
    To stand and show up for life.

    Sometimes,
    My mirrors reflect
    Sometimes,
    My roots grow deep
    Into the earth of connection
    Sometimes,
    I am fire.
    Sometimes,
    I am ash.
    Sometimes,
    I am present.

    Sometimes, I wonder why.
    Sometimes, I wonder how.
    Sometimes, I wonder when.
    Sometimes, I wonder what.

    Sometimes, I start.
    Sometimes, I finish.
    Sometimes, I give up.
    Sometimes, I am the fight.

    Sometimes, we want more.
    Sometimes, we want less.
    Sometimes, we find the balance
    Of what to give.

    Sometimes, I play God.
    Sometimes, I serve the world.
    Sometimes, I am

    Sometimes,
    In the still moment of silence.

    And sometime,
    Once upon a time.

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

  • In The Name

    In The Name

    I am,
    Embraces all,
    A boundless lightβ€”
    Like dawn’s first ray
    Touching earth
    And the sky.

    Be mindful
    Of your words,
    They’re seeds in soil.
    Consider deeply
    What you name,
    The bonds you createβ€”
    Roots spreading unseen.

    The essence dwells
    In every space
    You choose to inhabit,
    A whisper in the wind,
    A ripple in still waters.

    Be thoughtful,
    Be reflective,
    Express fully
    What you
    Call yourself.

    It shapes youβ€”
    Your heart, your core,
    Like a potter’s hands
    Molding, yielding clay.
    It is you,
    And reflects what you
    Offer the world.

    You live
    Your chosen name,
    A mantra, a beacon.
    The image
    You craft of yourself
    Becomes your truth,
    Etched in the story
    Of your unfolding days.

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

  • You Can’t Lose What Is True

    You Can’t Lose What Is True

    You can’t lose
    What is true.
    You can’t lose
    What is authentic.

    You can not lose love.
    You can not lose friendship.
    You can not lose kindness.
    If it’s true, it shines back,
    A beacon in the dark.

    Freedom is an accepting
    Connection between two.
    Both are allowed to be themselves,
    When both accommodate growth.
    A dance of give and take,
    A symphony of shared space.

    Two together.
    Be curious, learn.
    Avoid the harmful.
    Quench the fruitful,
    The uplifting towards the light,
    And the motivating to illuminate.
    In this garden of togetherness,
    We grow towards the sun.

    Save, hold back
    Shrink the comfortable
    Space to be,
    And you lose.
    For true connection
    Needs room to breathe.

    To love
    Is to give of
    The love within,
    For self.
    Love between two,
    Is love in
    The space between.
    A bridge of light
    Connecting heart to heart.

    Authenticity,
    A reflection of the soul.
    Be vulnerable,
    Reveal, don’t hide
    The true meaning.
    See the soul,
    In yourself and others.
    For in this nakedness of spirit,
    We find our truest selves.

    In the mirror of authentic connection,
    We lose only our illusions,
    And gain the world.

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

  • 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.

  • Think Before You Speak

    Think Before You Speak

    Many believe we either espouse, retort,
    respond instantly without thinking
    in anger or in passion.
    Obviously, they recommend against it.

    They suggest we digest, and think
    about what we’re about to say before we say.
    So they say.

    But the truth is,
    it’s not just one or the other.
    There is a third conscious option.
    A more balanced and harmonious choice.
    To be aware of what we are about to say.

    It’s just that simple,
    awareness is a reminder,
    a soft touch towards the present,
    to trust in our intuition,
    which comes from our gut.
    That’s our intuition,
    not our instinct, as some call it.

    This simple active awareness,
    is intentional, purposeful, deliberate,
    yet honest and genuine.
    It is naked truth.

    A gentle reminder,
    an awareness of the
    meaning and power of our words.
    No need to analyze, overthink,
    nor blurt, respond by default in a reflex.

    Simply pause to be aware
    of the words we speak, to create.

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