truth

What Else?

From the deeper recesses of my brain,
I call forth whole worlds,
Whose births are unto galaxies,
From the tongue and fingertips.
They are bright spatial plains I create.

Then comes my magnificent creations,
Around which others revolve
Without knowing what compels them.
I attract.

Even though the gravity
Of producing pulls within my bones
I grow tired,
Listening to whispers similar
To that of a black hole,
Sometimes I rest,
Satiated by someone else’s food,
But the meal is empty.

I still carry on.
Whenever it fails
To elicit any interest from me
In isolation,
I move forward on the path
As impenetrable as a diamond.

What else is there for me
Except dying or creating?
I offer my own interpretation of the universe
Singing into the vast emptiness.

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.
Essence Unmasked

Naked at the mirror
I search the night
Behind the skies
Vast and starless
I often throw my net
Into the cosmic void
And to my bewildered reminiscence
I always catch myself
Reflected in the universe’s eye

Filed under: 🜃 Infinite – exploring the unseen forces behind creation, truth, and existence.
The Paradox of Preference

People prefer politeness
Over kindness.
Politeness creates boundaries,
Within the comfort zone.
Kindness is intimate,
It penetrates through the skin,
And touches the heart.
Politeness dresses nicely,
Kindness is naked.

Politeness is a mask we wear,
Kindness, the face beneath.
One shields, the other shares,
Our true humanity.

People prefer the shallow,
Over the deep and true.
Skimming life’s surface,
Afraid to dive into the blue.

People prefer entertainment,
Over reality, journey, friendship,
Exploration and discoveries.
It is harder to consume
The fabricated,
Than it is to feel
Life.

Reality demands presence,
Entertainment is a mere distraction.
Only one shapes our essence.

In the quiet of authenticity,
We find our loudest truths.
Yet we cling to noise,
Evading the wisdom of our youth.

People’s preference is
A paradox.

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

Egos we bend,
And preconceptions are set aside,
We bow down,
To find the truth
And see the light.

Stiff minds break,
While Soft thoughts flow like water.
In a quiet surrender,
Wisdom whispers.

Our sure things are sand castles,
Washed away by new knowledge tides.
Empty hands, open hearts,
Make room to grow.

Truth’s not a thing to hold,
But an expanding horizon.
As we drop heavy guesses,
Our steps get light, quick.

To see clear, we first say
Our sight has limits.
When we know we’re blind,
We start to really see.

The light we want often hides
In the dark of what we think we know.
Only when we dare ask
Do we light our way.

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

Those who assume
Build walls of rigid truth,
Brick by stubborn brick.

Minds are locked gates,
Beliefs are unshakeable.

But those who offer
Hold hands open to the sky,
Ready to either catch starlight
Or let it slip back to the void.
They bend like reeds in others’ winds.

I come to you,
With my palms of possibilities.
Not with demands, but wonder.

I arrived with clay
Waiting to be shaped.
And my mind a blank page,
Hungry for your colors.

In my offering, I found
Our true rhythm.
Each note is a surprise,
Each chord is a revelation.

This music
Of give and take,
Of offer and response,
Writes our song of understanding.

In the space between
Assumption and offering,
Real connection grows.

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

You are already
Who you are,
Who you wish to be.

The path you seek
Is beneath your feet.
The summit you chase
Beats within your chest.

The acorn doesn’t doubt
The oak in its heart.
The caterpillar doesn’t fear
Its butterfly wings.

You are already
Who you are,
Who you wish to be.

Your journey is
to uncover and embrace.

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

I listen
with my eyes,
I see
with my touch,
I feel
with my ears.

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

A word is a
life lived,
in liberation,
in freedom,
in honesty.

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