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February 1, 2026 at 5:54 AM
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𝚁𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜..
..𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍.
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗
𝙸𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚗
𝙸𝚝’𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗, 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚗.
𝙳𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎
𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚊 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚕 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑.
#Beloved
..𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍.
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗
𝙸𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚗
𝙸𝚝’𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗, 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚗.
𝙳𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎
𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚊 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚕 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑.
#Beloved
January 30, 2026 at 5:02 PM
𝚁𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜..
..𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍.
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗
𝙸𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚗
𝙸𝚝’𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗, 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚗.
𝙳𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎
𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚊 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚕 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑.
#Beloved
..𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍.
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗
𝙸𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚗
𝙸𝚝’𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗, 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚗.
𝙳𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎
𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚊 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚕 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑.
#Beloved
Truth is not inherited through words,
but words can point at it…
First, you take the word—
gently, without belief.
You listen for what it gestures toward—
Meaning dawns, quiet and intimate.
Then the word falls away, as it must
What remains is not an idea,
but a way of standing.
#Transcendental
but words can point at it…
First, you take the word—
gently, without belief.
You listen for what it gestures toward—
Meaning dawns, quiet and intimate.
Then the word falls away, as it must
What remains is not an idea,
but a way of standing.
#Transcendental
January 28, 2026 at 10:22 PM
Truth is not inherited through words,
but words can point at it…
First, you take the word—
gently, without belief.
You listen for what it gestures toward—
Meaning dawns, quiet and intimate.
Then the word falls away, as it must
What remains is not an idea,
but a way of standing.
#Transcendental
but words can point at it…
First, you take the word—
gently, without belief.
You listen for what it gestures toward—
Meaning dawns, quiet and intimate.
Then the word falls away, as it must
What remains is not an idea,
but a way of standing.
#Transcendental
Let your actions resonate selflessly—
hands that speak before the tongue remembers itself,
palms fluent in giving,
fingers loose with mercy,
doing good the way light enters a room—
without asking permission,
without leaving a signature.
Óleo
Fragment
𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟷
#ART
#Painting
#Realism
hands that speak before the tongue remembers itself,
palms fluent in giving,
fingers loose with mercy,
doing good the way light enters a room—
without asking permission,
without leaving a signature.
Óleo
Fragment
𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟷
#ART
#Painting
#Realism
January 24, 2026 at 5:51 AM
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚍𝚜..
𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚍—
𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚊𝚖,
𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎.
𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚑𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚌𝚎,
𝚗𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚍:
𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎,
𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏
𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚜.
#MadeRadiant
#Stellar
#SkyPhotography
𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚍—
𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚊𝚖,
𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎.
𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚑𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚌𝚎,
𝚗𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚍:
𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎,
𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏
𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚜.
#MadeRadiant
#Stellar
#SkyPhotography
January 23, 2026 at 7:37 AM
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚍𝚜..
𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚍—
𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚊𝚖,
𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎.
𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚑𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚌𝚎,
𝚗𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚍:
𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎,
𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏
𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚜.
#MadeRadiant
#Stellar
#SkyPhotography
𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚍—
𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚊𝚖,
𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎.
𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚑𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚌𝚎,
𝚗𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚍:
𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎,
𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏
𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚜.
#MadeRadiant
#Stellar
#SkyPhotography
I am only a mirror made of moments:
night because you name it,
dawn because you listen..
You are the breath that taught them to meet—
How the sky softens into color
and in your presence,
all becomes a gentle emergence,
where silence speaks and eternity awaits.
#ToBeDiscoved
night because you name it,
dawn because you listen..
You are the breath that taught them to meet—
How the sky softens into color
and in your presence,
all becomes a gentle emergence,
where silence speaks and eternity awaits.
#ToBeDiscoved
January 22, 2026 at 12:11 PM
I am only a mirror made of moments:
night because you name it,
dawn because you listen..
You are the breath that taught them to meet—
How the sky softens into color
and in your presence,
all becomes a gentle emergence,
where silence speaks and eternity awaits.
#ToBeDiscoved
night because you name it,
dawn because you listen..
You are the breath that taught them to meet—
How the sky softens into color
and in your presence,
all becomes a gentle emergence,
where silence speaks and eternity awaits.
#ToBeDiscoved
Truth in reality
Oil/Acrylics
2021
#ART
#Painting
#Surrealism
Serve the Great Mystery—
a creation of itself,
in which we are included as the capacity
through which the whole contemplates itself.
Oil/Acrylics
2021
#ART
#Painting
#Surrealism
Serve the Great Mystery—
a creation of itself,
in which we are included as the capacity
through which the whole contemplates itself.
January 21, 2026 at 9:01 AM
Truth in reality
Oil/Acrylics
2021
#ART
#Painting
#Surrealism
Serve the Great Mystery—
a creation of itself,
in which we are included as the capacity
through which the whole contemplates itself.
Oil/Acrylics
2021
#ART
#Painting
#Surrealism
Serve the Great Mystery—
a creation of itself,
in which we are included as the capacity
through which the whole contemplates itself.
𝚂𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎,
𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚕-
𝚄𝚙𝚘𝚗 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚋𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎
𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎,
𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚍𝚞𝚜𝚝.
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚛é𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎..
#WisdomKeeper
𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚕-
𝚄𝚙𝚘𝚗 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚋𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎
𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎,
𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚍𝚞𝚜𝚝.
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚛é𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎..
#WisdomKeeper
January 20, 2026 at 4:21 PM
𝚂𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎,
𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚕-
𝚄𝚙𝚘𝚗 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚋𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎
𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎,
𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚍𝚞𝚜𝚝.
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚛é𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎..
#WisdomKeeper
𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚕-
𝚄𝚙𝚘𝚗 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚋𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎
𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎,
𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚍𝚞𝚜𝚝.
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚛é𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎..
#WisdomKeeper
Step into the unknown...
blurring the edge of time—
past whispers in silences,
It waits in shadows,
hinting at truths too veiled for words,
only the soul might begin to trace.
#SuchPossibilities
blurring the edge of time—
past whispers in silences,
It waits in shadows,
hinting at truths too veiled for words,
only the soul might begin to trace.
#SuchPossibilities
January 20, 2026 at 9:11 AM
Step into the unknown...
blurring the edge of time—
past whispers in silences,
It waits in shadows,
hinting at truths too veiled for words,
only the soul might begin to trace.
#SuchPossibilities
blurring the edge of time—
past whispers in silences,
It waits in shadows,
hinting at truths too veiled for words,
only the soul might begin to trace.
#SuchPossibilities
May I never forget who I am
Who I have been,
May I always remember every trial
under fire, water and wind…
The Earth will unmistakably claim my remains each time, unfettered by earthly constraints.
And through time and space, transcend all boundaries and limitations.
#Philosophos
Who I have been,
May I always remember every trial
under fire, water and wind…
The Earth will unmistakably claim my remains each time, unfettered by earthly constraints.
And through time and space, transcend all boundaries and limitations.
#Philosophos
January 18, 2026 at 2:49 PM
May I never forget who I am
Who I have been,
May I always remember every trial
under fire, water and wind…
The Earth will unmistakably claim my remains each time, unfettered by earthly constraints.
And through time and space, transcend all boundaries and limitations.
#Philosophos
Who I have been,
May I always remember every trial
under fire, water and wind…
The Earth will unmistakably claim my remains each time, unfettered by earthly constraints.
And through time and space, transcend all boundaries and limitations.
#Philosophos
To turn fear into contour,
silence into direction…
Each step taken in that light becomes evident
it exists because we walk it.
We light the path not to end the entropy,
but to make the unfolding legible,
as to pass through us
without erasing our form.
#CosmicSelf
silence into direction…
Each step taken in that light becomes evident
it exists because we walk it.
We light the path not to end the entropy,
but to make the unfolding legible,
as to pass through us
without erasing our form.
#CosmicSelf
January 16, 2026 at 6:21 AM
To turn fear into contour,
silence into direction…
Each step taken in that light becomes evident
it exists because we walk it.
We light the path not to end the entropy,
but to make the unfolding legible,
as to pass through us
without erasing our form.
#CosmicSelf
silence into direction…
Each step taken in that light becomes evident
it exists because we walk it.
We light the path not to end the entropy,
but to make the unfolding legible,
as to pass through us
without erasing our form.
#CosmicSelf
January 15, 2026 at 7:18 PM
It attempts to leave no trace
bound to be distinguishable—
with sensibility,
to the limits,
of wounds,
as obsessions,
and gestures of freedom.
What moves through other eyes,
exceeds its origins..
It learns another gravity,
shed of authorship,
#OnlyToDeepen
bound to be distinguishable—
with sensibility,
to the limits,
of wounds,
as obsessions,
and gestures of freedom.
What moves through other eyes,
exceeds its origins..
It learns another gravity,
shed of authorship,
#OnlyToDeepen
January 14, 2026 at 1:40 PM
It attempts to leave no trace
bound to be distinguishable—
with sensibility,
to the limits,
of wounds,
as obsessions,
and gestures of freedom.
What moves through other eyes,
exceeds its origins..
It learns another gravity,
shed of authorship,
#OnlyToDeepen
bound to be distinguishable—
with sensibility,
to the limits,
of wounds,
as obsessions,
and gestures of freedom.
What moves through other eyes,
exceeds its origins..
It learns another gravity,
shed of authorship,
#OnlyToDeepen
In an age that confuses visibility with value,
absence becomes radical.
To be unreachable is to reclaim oneself
To step aside is to remember that meaning
does not require witnesses.
A quiet undoing of the contracts we never consciously signed; schedules, the metrics, the borrowed urgencies.
#Gone
absence becomes radical.
To be unreachable is to reclaim oneself
To step aside is to remember that meaning
does not require witnesses.
A quiet undoing of the contracts we never consciously signed; schedules, the metrics, the borrowed urgencies.
#Gone
January 13, 2026 at 7:11 PM
In an age that confuses visibility with value,
absence becomes radical.
To be unreachable is to reclaim oneself
To step aside is to remember that meaning
does not require witnesses.
A quiet undoing of the contracts we never consciously signed; schedules, the metrics, the borrowed urgencies.
#Gone
absence becomes radical.
To be unreachable is to reclaim oneself
To step aside is to remember that meaning
does not require witnesses.
A quiet undoing of the contracts we never consciously signed; schedules, the metrics, the borrowed urgencies.
#Gone
January 13, 2026 at 4:43 PM
January 12, 2026 at 1:18 PM
𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢,
𝙸 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑.
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢,
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚔𝚢.
#Release
𝙸 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑.
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢,
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚔𝚢.
#Release
January 11, 2026 at 1:48 PM
𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢,
𝙸 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑.
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢,
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚔𝚢.
#Release
𝙸 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑.
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢,
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚔𝚢.
#Release
Into the sun we take refuge,
the warmth we seek—
We go there when edges blur,
when names fall away,
when the world cools into doubt.
The sun asks nothing—
it gives, and in giving
teaches us how to remain.
Even shadows kneel there,
becoming proof
that something stands between us
and
#TheDark.
the warmth we seek—
We go there when edges blur,
when names fall away,
when the world cools into doubt.
The sun asks nothing—
it gives, and in giving
teaches us how to remain.
Even shadows kneel there,
becoming proof
that something stands between us
and
#TheDark.
January 11, 2026 at 1:26 PM
Into the sun we take refuge,
the warmth we seek—
We go there when edges blur,
when names fall away,
when the world cools into doubt.
The sun asks nothing—
it gives, and in giving
teaches us how to remain.
Even shadows kneel there,
becoming proof
that something stands between us
and
#TheDark.
the warmth we seek—
We go there when edges blur,
when names fall away,
when the world cools into doubt.
The sun asks nothing—
it gives, and in giving
teaches us how to remain.
Even shadows kneel there,
becoming proof
that something stands between us
and
#TheDark.
January 9, 2026 at 8:58 PM
México de mi alma,
tierra que canta con maíz y volcanes,
corazón antiguo que late en cada plaza,
en el jade del tiempo y el polvo del camino.
Aquí la herida florece,
la muerte conversa con la vida,
y el sol aprende a decir mañana
con acento de eternidad.
#México
tierra que canta con maíz y volcanes,
corazón antiguo que late en cada plaza,
en el jade del tiempo y el polvo del camino.
Aquí la herida florece,
la muerte conversa con la vida,
y el sol aprende a decir mañana
con acento de eternidad.
#México
January 9, 2026 at 6:57 PM
México de mi alma,
tierra que canta con maíz y volcanes,
corazón antiguo que late en cada plaza,
en el jade del tiempo y el polvo del camino.
Aquí la herida florece,
la muerte conversa con la vida,
y el sol aprende a decir mañana
con acento de eternidad.
#México
tierra que canta con maíz y volcanes,
corazón antiguo que late en cada plaza,
en el jade del tiempo y el polvo del camino.
Aquí la herida florece,
la muerte conversa con la vida,
y el sol aprende a decir mañana
con acento de eternidad.
#México
Do not curse the darkness of men,
for they act from necessity,
moved by causes of self importance.
Seek not to hate, nor to mock, nor to lament,
but to understand.
For understanding is the mind’s liberation,
and joy is the increase of one’s power to be.
The freer you become..
#StandMighty
#Free
for they act from necessity,
moved by causes of self importance.
Seek not to hate, nor to mock, nor to lament,
but to understand.
For understanding is the mind’s liberation,
and joy is the increase of one’s power to be.
The freer you become..
#StandMighty
#Free
January 9, 2026 at 6:11 PM
Do not curse the darkness of men,
for they act from necessity,
moved by causes of self importance.
Seek not to hate, nor to mock, nor to lament,
but to understand.
For understanding is the mind’s liberation,
and joy is the increase of one’s power to be.
The freer you become..
#StandMighty
#Free
for they act from necessity,
moved by causes of self importance.
Seek not to hate, nor to mock, nor to lament,
but to understand.
For understanding is the mind’s liberation,
and joy is the increase of one’s power to be.
The freer you become..
#StandMighty
#Free
𝚃𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚎𝚕𝚏, 𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛
𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍
— 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎__
𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚗,
𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎, 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐,
𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐,
𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗.
#Metaphysician
𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍
— 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎__
𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚗,
𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎, 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐,
𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐,
𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗.
#Metaphysician
January 6, 2026 at 3:53 PM
𝚃𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚎𝚕𝚏, 𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛
𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍
— 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎__
𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚗,
𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎, 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐,
𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐,
𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗.
#Metaphysician
𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍
— 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎__
𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚗,
𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎, 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐,
𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐,
𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗.
#Metaphysician