vulnerability

Where No Key Fits

The quiet hum of solitude,
an enormity where my unsaid thoughts
find no echo.
Freedom here, independent
from the knowing glance.

There is also a peculiar refuge in
being gently misinterpreted,
a shield from the sharper outline
of flawless understanding.

I realize that, upon seeing me,
upon mapping those winding roads
of my heart,
do they indeed not hold a key?
Do they not lay claim to those wild,
unbroken spaces
that I keep even from myself?

To be known is a gilded cage,
Where bars of love,
glinting bright,
still keep an aching heart.

So I walk at these edges,
hugging the immense loneliness
and the soft oblivion
of not being quite seen.
My soul breathes here,
not bothered,
free to live.
Illusions of Perception, Power of Clarity

Reality isn’t the way you perceive the world.
It isn’t your thoughts about life,
Nor is it the things around you.

These are the illusions,
The grand narratives we tell ourselves,
To make sense of the unknown.

Reality is perceiving what is—
Unfiltered,
Untouched by bias or expectation.

Clarity is both wisdom and power.
To see clearly is to witness the essence of all things,
Stripped down to their purest forms.
In that vision lies freedom.

Perception is a veil we draw over truth,
Shaped by fears, desires, and beliefs.
It convinces us to see scarcity where there is abundance,
Isolation where there is connection,
And loss where there is infinite potential.

To pierce this veil is to reclaim the fullness of reality.

When we give,
We often feel vulnerable,
As though something has been taken from us.

This sense of loss,
This echo of emptiness,
Is a distortion—
A negative energy born from a misunderstanding of abundance.
It resonates at a lower frequency,
Diminishing our vitality.

But in truth, giving creates connection.
It opens channels unseen,
Forming bonds that ignite the spark of light.

The friction of this connection doesn’t take—
It illuminates.
It lights the mind,
Awakening it to receive wisdom beyond comprehension.

The vulnerability we feel in giving is not loss,
But the courage to merge,
To blend,
To expand beyond the self.

In that merging lies abundance—
A space where creation unfolds,
Limitless and radiant.

What would the world look like,
If we embraced giving not as sacrifice,
But as the ultimate act of creation?

Could we learn to see vulnerability not as weakness,
But as the doorway to connection and growth?

Reality is waiting—
Not in how we think,
Perceive,
Or judge,
But in how we allow ourselves to be and to give.

Step into it,
And let the spark illuminate your path.

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

Born naked,
No boundaries,
But bonds of
breath and being.

Born naked,
Free, with no borders,
Just curiosity’s flame.
A lighthouse in the fog.

Identity,
Not in this chapter,
Not in this lesson,
A blank canvas,
Awaiting society’s brush.

Meaning and service,
Imagination and tranquility,
Gratitude and exploration,
Yet often traded for
Comfort in conformity.

We teach ours
And theirs,
Presentation and acts,
Masks worn daily,
Truth lost in the act,
Authenticity, a forgotten script.

Who’s watching over us?

We don’t teach faith,
We teach worship of idols.

We don’t teach questions,
We teach answers prepackaged,
Easy to digest,
Hard to escape,
Mental fast food.

We don’t teach thinking,
We teach status,
The climb over others,
A race with no end,
Sisyphus in a suit and tie.

Likes over essence,
Thrills over purpose,
Moments of euphoria,
Digital applause in an empty auditorium.

Who’s watching over us?
Our forgotten selves, perhaps,
Peering through the cracks.

From naked truths
To clothed deceit,
We walk life’s wardrobe,
Trying on identities like costumes,
Forgetting the skin beneath.

Beneath the layers,
The naked child still breathes,
The flame flickering,
Waiting to be fanned.

Who’s watching over us?
The answer lies in the question,
For in asking, we awaken
To the watchers.

Born naked,
We return to nakedness.

Who’s watching over us?
Let it be our truest,
Guardians of the flame,
That burns at our birth.

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

Don’t seek the perfect partner,
The most handsome or most beautiful.
Don’t choose based on wealth,
Status, or power,
For these are fleeting illusions,
Gone with the rising sun of reality.

Choose a partner who
Is right for you
Because of their mind,
Their heart, and their soul.
A labyrinth of wonder and wisdom,
Their heart,
A wellspring of empathy and warmth,
And their soul,
A constellation of dreams and depth.
These are the foundations
Of a bond that endures,
Like roots.
Nothing else truly matters.
Nothing else nurtures growth,
Harmony, and love,
The three pillars of a shared paradise.

Polarity is reality.
Yin and yang.
Why feed on a victim
When you can feast with a lover?
One leaves you hollow,
The other fills you whole.
The allure of masks and
Artificiality fades quickly,
Like chalk paint washed away by rain,
Leaving only the sting of their harm,
Felt by the perpetrator for eternity.
True connection cannot
Be forged from pretense;
It blooms only where there is honesty,
A blue lotus in the
Garden of humanity.

Peace is found only in the natural,
Like a river finding the sea.
And nature is naked, vulnerable,
Honest, as the sky’s changing moods,
Considerate, as a tree offering shade,
Kind, as a mother bird feeding her young,
Respectful, as the moon to the sun’s reign,
Trusting, as a seed in fertile soil,
Genuine, as a wolf’s howl,
Principled, as the changing seasons,
And loving. as the earth nurturing all life.
The right one for you
Is the one who arrives in peace—
Naked, vulnerable, and honest,
Unafraid to reveal their true self.

The right one is the
One with open arms,
An open heart, a sanctuary,
And an open home.
They welcome you with generosity,
Like a spring overflowing,
Hospitality, as embracing as the hearth,
Thoughtfulness, as a deep wisdom,
And attentiveness—
A gracious host for your love,
Just as you are for theirs.
Together,
You create a sanctuary,
A sacred space where love flourishes.

Time spent in kindness
Is time spent in
Your own Garden of Eden,
Where every moment is
A testament to the beauty
Of a love that is pure and true,
And a pearl on eternity’s string.
In this garden, you find
Not just a partner,
But a soultwin—
One who mirrors your essence
And walks beside you
On the path of life,
Two flames illuminating
The journey ahead.

Filed under: 🜃 Infinite – exploring the unseen forces behind creation, truth, and existence.
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.
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.
Triangle of Love

When hearts blend,
A sacred I to I fusion,
Love sculpts a pyramid of light,
A lighthouse to shield and elevate.

To safeguard:
Love lays its foundation,
Stone by stone.
A jasper of kindness,
An amethyst of forgiveness.
A sapphire of understanding
And an opal of empathy.
An amber of welcoming warmth
And a pearl of gracious hosting.
A diamond of unblemished honesty
And an emerald of unwavering truth.
A topaz of unshakeable trust,
Gleaming with loyalty’s golden dust.

A rose quartz of friendship’s tender bloom,
And a garnet of passion’s fiery hue.
A moonstone of intuition’s gentle glow,
And a citrine of joy that helps love stretch.
A turquoise of open communication,
And a lapis lazuli of deep admiration.
A jade of serenity in stormy seasons,
And a ruby of courage to face life together.

Love’s hands keep crafting
Till the triadic fortress
Stands complete.

To soar:
Love lifts them
Through the pyramid’s heart,
Each gemstone’s light
A guiding star.
Amethyst’s glow and jasper’s warmth
Illuminate the path they’ll grow.

Sapphire wisdom
lights their ascent,
Opal’s empathy,
Amber welcome,
Pearl’s grace,
As diamond truth
Makes their love shine.

Rose quartz friendship
Paves the way,
While garnet passion
Ardor.
Moonstone intuition
Glimmers vividly,
Citrine joy
Suffuses their shared light.

With each step up,
They rise anew,
Their bond grows stronger,
Tried and true.
At the apex,
They stand hand in hand,
Their love a beacon across the land.

Love: both roots and wings,
Anchoring deep,
Yet lifting high.
A prism of emotions,
Refracting light,
Painting their world
In vibrant hues of devotion.

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