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Some and Some

Some ignore it all,
Some count wounds,
And some count lessons.

Some seek beauty in the mundane,
Some find solace in solitude,
And some revel in the chaos.

Some dance with joy in the rain,
Some embrace the stillness of night,
And some chase the dawn’s first light.

Some build bridges from broken pieces,
Some heal others with their own scars,
And some shine as beacons through the dark.

Some act with kindness,
Some whisper wisdom,
And some create words.

Some plant seeds in barren soil,
Some nurture dreams against all odds,
And some inspire hope in weary hearts.

Some find strength in vulnerability,
Some forge unity from diversity,
And some spark change with a single act.

Some paint stories on blank canvases,
Some compose melodies from silence,
And some sculpt beauty from rough stone.

Some embrace the unknown with courage,
Some question to seek deeper truths,
And some re-imagine the world anew.

Each path is unique, yet none supreme,
All threads in life’s lotus flower,
A symphony of human experience.

Some lead, some follow, some walk alone,
Yet all move onward in their time,
Each step is valid, each journey whole.

In laughter, tears, or silent thought,
We navigate our inner worlds,
No way lesser, no way greater.

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

In the cosmic loom of existence,
You stand at the nexus
Of all realities.
Nine spheres of truth
Radiate around you,
An eight-point star
With a beating heart at its core.

Front:
Your life unfolds,
A river of moments.
But as you watch,
The current shifts.
Are you shaping the flow,
Or shaped by it?
Observer and observed,
Forever tangled.

Behind:
Paths untaken shimmer and fade.
Step in,
And this becomes your only truth.
Yet infinite
Yous walk infinite paths,
In worlds you’ll never know,
But always are.

Right:
The Liar’s realm,
Where truth bends like light.
Here, belief shapes reality itself.
But once you’ve seen truth as malleable,
Can you ever trust
Your own perception?

Left:
The Dreamer’s domain
Of infinite possibility.
Imagination and reality,
Indistinguishable.
Create a world,
and you’re forever changed.
The dreamer and the dream
Become one.

Above:
The Void,
A sphere of pure nothingness.
Challenging existence
With its emptiness.
Why is there something rather than nothing?
In absence,
Find the essence of being.

Below:
The Collective,
Where all minds merge.
Individual thoughts
Ripple through the whole.
Are you one,
Or are you many?
In unity,
Discover infinite diversity.

Forward:
The Paradox,
Where contradictions thrive.
Logic fails,
Reason bends,
understanding crumbles.
Here,
Opposites coexist in harmony,
Revealing the limits
Of mortal comprehension.

Backward:
The Unknowable,
Beyond all grasp.
A realm that defies
Perception and thought.
In the face of the truly
Incomprehensible,
Find humility
And wonder anew.

Center:
The Heart’s realm,
where emotions pulse.
Love and fear
Shape the very fabric of being.
Here,
Feeling is the ultimate truth,
And empathy bridges all divides.
Observer and observed
Unite in understanding.

In this cosmic mandala
Of realities,
Each sphere calls
With its own truth.
Choose one,
And reality collapses,
Yet all persist
In infinite possibility.

Are you the same
In every sphere?
Or reborn with each choice
You make?
Perhaps you’re split, experiencing all –
A quantum self
In grand superposition.

Time flows uniquely
In each domain,
A heartbeat here,
An eon there.
Once you’ve glimpsed these myriad truths,
Can you ever return
To where you began?

In this paradox
Of infinite being,
Where every choice is true,
Yet bears a cost,
Where reality fractures
And reforms,
Which sphere
Will you call home?

Or will you stand
At the crossroads of all,
In this moment that contains eternity?
For perhaps
The deepest truth is this:
The choice itself
Is our ultimate reality.

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

In the quiet corners of existence,
A spark flickers, unbidden.
Underlying said phenomenon is that,
Without being wanted or sought for,
It grows into a flame of self-inquiry
That not only makes one discover
What lies beneath our shadows,
But also truths we do not know about.

We are young kids again
Eyes wide with the world’s vastness.
Every inquiry is a pebble tossed
Into the pond of existence,
Ripples spreading,
Running on shores we have never reached.

The fire inside
Burns layers of uncertainty,
Dissolving all the cozy fallacies
We surround ourselves with.

To question is to bridge
The gap between self and other,
Side by side with the pitiful gesture
Of one’s own fingers pointing towards nothingness,
Between the known and mysterious.

In asking, we are stripped
Like a newborn baby becoming vulnerable,
Yet even as powerful as old men of knowledge.
As we shed off clothes of curiosity,
The real us stands out ‘naked’.
Here, our truest essence is revealed.

May this fire burn brightly,
Let it destroy the walls
We have erected around our hearts.
It is here that we find traces of wisdom
(Because they have been revealed) amidst burning beliefs;
Seeds which need light to grow.

Filed under: 🜁 Self – tracing the inner landscapes of thought, feeling, and becoming.
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: 🜃 Infinite – exploring the unseen forces behind creation, truth, and existence.
Calling You

I am calling you
To a life well remembered
Yet strangely forgotten

I am calling you
To dive within your depths
And soar among the stars

I am calling you
To feel the world’s pulse
And ignore its clamor

I am calling you
To listen to the silence
And hear your truest self

I am calling you
To surrender your doubts
And connect with the infinite

I am calling you
To a consciousness unexplained
A dream within illusion

I am calling you
To wield your imagination
Unaware of its boundless power

I am calling you
To witness a beauty
No lens can capture

I am calling you
To hear a melody
No instrument can play

I am calling you
To the physics of the intangible
Where solid matter dissolves

I am calling you
To the death of old beliefs
And the birth of new wisdom

I am calling you
To answer with your entire being
To this timeless, formless summons

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.
Love and Hate

The opposite of love
Is harm.
Love gives
Life a meaning.
Harm gives life
The illusion of a meaning.

Truth whispers,
Lies shout.
One nurtures the soul,
The other depletes it.
Authenticity blooms slowly,
Deception wilts fast.

Kindness ripples,
Cruelty destroys.
One throws bridges
Over rivers,
The other makes them
Torches.
Through empathy hearts
Come together
By indifference
They move apart.

Change is accepted
By growth,
While stagnation
Fights it.
One unlocks
Better opportunities,
While it locks
All options.
Curiosity
Broadens horizons;
Ignorance
Abridges them.

Forgiveness
Gives freedom;
Resentment
Enslaves.
One can heal scars
While another widens them.
Compassion enlightens
But apathy darkens.

In this theater,
We direct
Our own paths.
Every move
Is a stroke
Towards life.
Love encourages
Various colors
While harm
Uses a single dark hue.

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

Find your voice,
They say.
I have found my voice.

They say pretend,
Misunderstanding,
Paper cuts on my soul.
They sting, they bleed.
This is not fine.

My voice to you is
Described as a whisper of a ghost.
However, to me
It is like thunder in my mind .

When told to speak out loud by you,
There are words that
I must take from the deepest part of me,
With every syllable
Struggling against my throat
And clawing to be let out.

On the other hand,
What you hear seems dry.
But for me, it feels
Like fresh wounds.

But if I have to
Call out to someone
In the next room,
I find myself falling into myself,
And my voice coming out
As though it emerged from the dawn of time.
It leaves me panting, empty,

Sometimes it sounds
Like I’m yelling
A cry in your ears;
While for me this is an earthquake
That breaks my soul.
The effort leaves me gasping, drained.

Peace is a soft shawl
Within silence.
At last,
My mind breathes.

In stillness,
And in mute moments,
I am complete.

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