wisdom

  • The Unheard Resonance

    The Unheard Resonance

    The messenger walks alone,
    a solitary silhouette
    against the uproar.

    Truth-
    a stripping away,
    a release
    from grasping hands.

    Life-
    a spiral of paradoxes,
    wealthy threads unseen,
    humming on notations
    withheld from others.

    Relationships stretch,
    tense and far,
    across ground of varying mind.

    Wisdom spoken
    in a forgotten language,
    falling on ears
    that cannot decipher its old script.

    Misunderstood-
    a loud echo,
    how can they perceive
    the revealed gem
    when they hold only
    familiar stones?

    The great ones, too,
    traveled this path
    a lonely expanse
    before the dawn
    of understanding.

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

  • What We Allow, We Become

    What We Allow, We Become

    It’s not your time
    all the time.
    There is always
    a participant.

    You reap
    what you allow,
    receive
    what you give.

    Allow love,
    and love will touch you.
    Allow distance,
    and distance will grow.
    Allow harm,
    and wounds will follow.

    We think of ourselves,
    our reasons, our intentβ€”
    but thoughts spark senses,
    senses ignite emotions,
    and emotions shape the world.

    Trapped in our own design,
    we see only our little box,
    blind to the truth,
    to the reality,
    to our own creation.

    Step back.
    Lift your head.
    Look at your garden.

    Are the ones who love you
    smiling at you?
    Are you smiling at yourselfβ€”
    with forgiveness in your face
    and grace in your embrace?

    When you cause harm,
    you fail yourself,
    you lose your soul.
    A knife cuts
    the hand that wields it first,
    for a knife is only found
    in darkness.

    See what is.
    How close are the deepest connections?

    Wisdom is ancient.
    Seek the old.
    The harmonious relationship
    is a story best told
    by a teacher who has lived it,
    to a curious mind that longs to knowβ€”
    the thoughts of the wise,
    the emotions of the youth.

    Be considerate.
    Be kind.
    Be gracious.
    Be whole.
    Be you connected to.

    May I be
    connected to.

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

  • Illusions of Perception, Power of Clarity

    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 isβ€”
    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 distortionβ€”
    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 takeβ€”
    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 abundanceβ€”
    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 waitingβ€”
    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: πŸœƒ Infinite – exploring the unseen forces behind creation, truth, and existence.

  • 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.

  • Curiosity’s Flame

    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.

  • I Wish

    I Wish

    I wish for you
    A life lived being aware of blessings,
    In each day’s breakfast
    With sunlight piercing your eyes.

    I wish for you
    Nights that hug you,
    With the moon giving a gentle smile
    In your sleep.

    I wish
    For love to take over
    The daily routines made by you,
    While humility stands as an echo to your works.

    May you stand happy,
    Your own light shining from within you!
    May there be no shadow on your face!

    I wish for you
    Smiles that litter your day with sunshine,
    With laughter as blended hours,
    Wisdom and ascent.

    I wish
    That your challenges be stepping stones,
    Every struggle a tutor
    Guiding you towards a higher apex.

    I wish
    You moments full of inspiration,
    Warmth, affection, and joviality.

    I wish
    Love for you
    That is very rich, deep, and genuine.

    I wish
    For your heart to be like a shrine,
    Where sympathy thrives
    And forgiveness flows gently like a stream.

    And
    As I spread
    This love with you
    Within that divine space
    Where love makes do
    And becomes us,

    I wish for you
    A spirit that knows not fear,
    Unencumbered by negative thoughts,
    But rather grasping life’s great adventure.

    I wish
    All your wishes come true.

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

  • Love and Hate

    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.

  • Curiosity’s Compass: The Alchemy of Purpose

    Curiosity’s Compass: The Alchemy of Purpose

    The flame of knowledge and curiosity
    Should merge in the dance of life.
    What do I know? What explodes my amazement?
    Here unfolds strength, my gift to the world.
    Who drinks from my pool of knowledge?
    Whose lives are influenced by my “why’s”?

    This is the point of confluence where vocation thrives,
    As a fruitful garden is punctiliously landscaped.
    How have they developed “my babies”?
    What feelings take root in their hearts?
    The meaning of a well-spent life is found
    In the mirth and progress of others.

    We come into this world
    Without being complete,
    Yet can be said to have everything
    Necessary for making our tune.
    Life is like a canvas waiting for my hand
    To paint chords where we belong.

    Thus we put names on things,
    Adding our own words to the great song,
    Not to jostle but rather to augment
    – A melody of joy intermingled with sorrow.

    We make use of eyesight for what is visible;
    Touch things that are tangible,
    And sense the invisible presence hovering around us.
    However, Mother Earth’s deep heart,
    Gaps in space,
    Are still a sealed book and
    Beyond our ken.

    The pathway to wisdom,
    Knowledge interwoven with curiosity,
    Is lit on through seeking, sharing, and reflecting.

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

  • Happiness

    Happiness

    Happiness once said to me,
    “Walk this path and you will find paradise.”
    So I rushed, I ran and I suffered,
    Blind to all but the promised reward.

    Until I met sadness who said to me,
    “Don’t rush there, man or you will find nothing.”
    Of course I accused him of being a liar,
    A rain on my sunny dreaming.

    So I set my mark and walked the dark tunnel,
    Each step echoing with hope and fear,
    Until I found my paradise,
    It seemed so near.

    I raised my hand to touch it,
    Fingers trembling with desire,
    And I found nothing but mud,
    My dreams sunk in earthly mire.

    Yet in that mud, a seed might grow,
    Of wisdom earned, not freely given.
    Perhaps true joy lies not in chasing,
    But in living each moment, fully.

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