Joseph

Windows of Hope

Picture this:
You are locked in a room,
With a single window.
Your only escape lies
Through that one window.
The potential of today,
And the freedom of now,
Seem distant.

Now, picture yourself,
Locked in a room,
Surrounded by many windows,
Each a different size.
One too small to climb through,
But it allows light to
Chase away the darkness,
Like dawn’s fingers parting night’s curtains,
Reminding you that you are not alone.

Each window plays its part.
Each window, a possibility.
Each window,
A blessing born of
Someone’s kindness.
A silent message:
“You matter, you are seen,”
Whispered by the breeze of compassion.

It is not the help
That saves us.
It is the offer to help
That brightens our day,
The quiet assurance
Of whispered, gentle care.

It is not the gift
That brings happiness.
It is the thought of giving
That fills us with joy,
Like a garden blooming in the heart,
The realization that in someone’s heart,
We are valued and appreciated
By a passionate effort,
A galaxy of care in our sky.

The helping hand
And the gift
Are but windows
And possibilities,
Choices and foundations,
Pillows for dreams,
Softening the hard edges of life.
Friends of hope and grace,
Lighting paths to healing,
And opening doors to tomorrow,
Portals to future days bright with promise.

We are all window-makers.

Filed under: 🜂 Other – reflecting on connection, relationships, and the spaces between souls.
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.
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 discomfort—
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 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.
Love in Justice

Love in justice is
Restoration for the wrong,
Self for the right.

Filed under: 🜂 Other – reflecting on connection, relationships, and the spaces between souls.
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: 🜃 Infinite – exploring the unseen forces behind creation, truth, and existence.
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 arrive—
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.
The Rhythm of Surprise and Steadiness

Some wander for years,
tracing circles on familiar ground,
then suddenly break free—
vaulting from stasis into motion.
They say the truest life
unfolds in the surprise of possibilities,
where unexpected moments light the way,
and growth bursts into bloom.

For others, the steady path
is neither linear nor mapped.
It’s a pilgrimage of felt understanding,
where each step sinks deep
into the soil of realization.
Progress isn’t in speed or stride,
but in knowing where your foot lands
and where your thoughts rest.
This is living in full awareness.

I believe there must be
a butterfly’s kiss—
it colors life’s canvas,
while steady footing
roots us in empathy,
kindness, and love,
attuning us to others’ needs.

The energy that drives us
whispers of infinite paths,
but without our steps,
even infinity falters.

Mind your words—
they are seeds of care.
Nurture simplicity,
and we truly care for one another.

Why complicate what’s clear and true?
Why complicate the simple?

In the vibration between
the unknown and deliberate attention,
life finds its rhythm,
and the melody
we create together.

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

The mind doesn’t stop,
a ceaseless sea of thought.
Awareness is a current,
steady and deep,
flowing beneath the waves.

In light,
its depths are revealed,
crystalline and clear,
while in darkness,
it hides secrets
it keeps from sight,
a vast ocean unexplored.

An attentive eye,
a lighthouse on the shore,
though often unaware
of its own inner presence,
still senses its gentle touch,
like the caress of sea foam.

In shadows or sunshine,
it’s a constant companion,
an undercurrent strong,
and a soulful heart
beating with the rhythm
of the eternal tide.

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