ETERNITY
you are not what you pretend to be,
for you are eternity,
wearing the mask of time.
the SELF is yours, yet it is not you.
it is but a passing reflection,
a whisper of the infinite,
a dream through which life beholds itself.
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dive into the silence between thoughts,
the stillness before the name,
and recognize the boundless sky within.
you are not confined to form or story —
you are the formless,
the river and the ocean,
the seer and the seen.
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as you awaken to yourself,
you will find that nothing was ever lost and all that you seek —
is the seeking itself.
you are not the body.
not the mind.
you are the vastness in which all things rise and fall —
Eternity, knowing itself in this very breath.
in waves of clouds, a dream rises
and the longing for you hums through the wind.
but who seeks you, if not the breath itself?
beneath the shadows of rain,
I lose myself too.
for my heart does not seek you —
it has never left.
the rain falls, unaware it is the sky’s own tear,
for even tears are but echoes
of a single longing.
in the hush of this dance
between sky and earth,
there is no you, no me —
only the turning of the same endless wheel,
only the echo of footsteps
circling back to themselves.
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and the longing for you is not mine alone —
it`s the wind, seeking its home in me.
every raindrop,
a name we no longer speak.
there are no more borders between us.
ee are everything, lost and found within the word.
we are everything —
a rain that never ceases,
a drop dissolving into the ocean.
the dream and the dreamer
you are the dream and the dreamer,
the formless gazing through form.
a flicker of eternity,
dancing in the illusion of time.
consciousness, infinite and still,
dreams itself into motion —
waves upon the ocean,
stars within the sky,
a breath, a thought, a world.
you wander through this fleeting story,
forgetting that the dream is yours.
but even in forgetting, you are whole —
the silence behind the sound,
the witness behind the scene.
awaken, and see —
the dream was never separate from the dreamer.
the river was never lost to the sea.
there is only "this" —
endless, indivisible, free.
in the breath of NOW
time unfolds as the river of infinity,
flowing both before and beyond the limits of our sight.
in the pulse of Now,
the eternal essence remains,
a silent witness to the shifting tides of fleeting existence.
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each breath, a spark — each heartbeat,
a glimmer within the boundless ocean.
what we perceive is but a shadow
of the infinite vastness,
and within us lies the space
that births all,
the silent, unspoken architecture
of the universe.
Photo: Alex Seinet
EVERYTHING.NOTHING.LOVE
boundless, silent, flowing from above.
the dance of time, a fleeting breath,
in every pulse, life and death.
a whispered truth, a quiet song,
where all things meet, where we belong.
no start, no end, just endless flow,
in love, all things eternally grow.
the dance of change
life is ever-shifting,
as are your desires.
what you crave today may shift tomorrow,
and therein lies its beauty —
constant evolution,
a process of endless refinement.
nature whispers of impermanence,
regenerating with grace,
shedding the past,
blooming anew in the full glory
of each spring.
eternal unfolding - the oneness of being
nothing is separate from you,
you are the moment, and the moment is you.
there is no "I" and "you" –
only this BEING, pulsing, unfolding, again and again.
like a butterfly in the wind,
floating into infinity.