September 1, 2025 at 8:26 PM
Currently Reading:
Deep Work by Cal Newport.
Deep Work by Cal Newport.
July 19, 2025 at 10:33 AM
Currently Reading:
Deep Work by Cal Newport.
Deep Work by Cal Newport.
an eternal flame is hypnotized
by the mellow sunset playing itself out
past is a story not wrong but misunderstood
the salt of sea dissolves in the clouds as the waves watch them come and go
echoes in our chasing mind will merge in the rhythmic ripples of cosmic mirror
#vss365
by the mellow sunset playing itself out
past is a story not wrong but misunderstood
the salt of sea dissolves in the clouds as the waves watch them come and go
echoes in our chasing mind will merge in the rhythmic ripples of cosmic mirror
#vss365
July 18, 2025 at 12:38 AM
an eternal flame is hypnotized
by the mellow sunset playing itself out
past is a story not wrong but misunderstood
the salt of sea dissolves in the clouds as the waves watch them come and go
echoes in our chasing mind will merge in the rhythmic ripples of cosmic mirror
#vss365
by the mellow sunset playing itself out
past is a story not wrong but misunderstood
the salt of sea dissolves in the clouds as the waves watch them come and go
echoes in our chasing mind will merge in the rhythmic ripples of cosmic mirror
#vss365
Consciousness is Now.
July 17, 2025 at 2:33 AM
Consciousness is Now.
July 16, 2025 at 12:47 AM
“As the pattern gets more intricate and subtle, being swept along is no longer enough.” (Waking Life)
July 14, 2025 at 10:02 PM
“As the pattern gets more intricate and subtle, being swept along is no longer enough.” (Waking Life)
through the fog
meddling with the machinations
that takes away the pain
an invisible force holds our hands
somewhere, at the heart of man
a skirmish, a kerfuffle, a change of plan
a bergamont scent that tilts the head
of a carefully laid out plan
a raindrop on skin
#vss365
meddling with the machinations
that takes away the pain
an invisible force holds our hands
somewhere, at the heart of man
a skirmish, a kerfuffle, a change of plan
a bergamont scent that tilts the head
of a carefully laid out plan
a raindrop on skin
#vss365
July 10, 2025 at 10:58 PM
through the fog
meddling with the machinations
that takes away the pain
an invisible force holds our hands
somewhere, at the heart of man
a skirmish, a kerfuffle, a change of plan
a bergamont scent that tilts the head
of a carefully laid out plan
a raindrop on skin
#vss365
meddling with the machinations
that takes away the pain
an invisible force holds our hands
somewhere, at the heart of man
a skirmish, a kerfuffle, a change of plan
a bergamont scent that tilts the head
of a carefully laid out plan
a raindrop on skin
#vss365
things change into the things we dream
rose in her hair brings nostalgia
sometimes I catch my mind
defenseless in the glare
I have come near a projection
to see my shadow self extinguished
scattered in sorrow, pulling on a gray hair
an old habit staring at the night sky
#vss365
rose in her hair brings nostalgia
sometimes I catch my mind
defenseless in the glare
I have come near a projection
to see my shadow self extinguished
scattered in sorrow, pulling on a gray hair
an old habit staring at the night sky
#vss365
June 30, 2025 at 11:48 PM
things change into the things we dream
rose in her hair brings nostalgia
sometimes I catch my mind
defenseless in the glare
I have come near a projection
to see my shadow self extinguished
scattered in sorrow, pulling on a gray hair
an old habit staring at the night sky
#vss365
rose in her hair brings nostalgia
sometimes I catch my mind
defenseless in the glare
I have come near a projection
to see my shadow self extinguished
scattered in sorrow, pulling on a gray hair
an old habit staring at the night sky
#vss365
to go away and find out
what is truth
without a scintilla of guilt
having a perception
to look beyond the illusions
a state of attention
an indescribable silence
painting over all the noise
#vss365
what is truth
without a scintilla of guilt
having a perception
to look beyond the illusions
a state of attention
an indescribable silence
painting over all the noise
#vss365
June 30, 2025 at 12:20 AM
to go away and find out
what is truth
without a scintilla of guilt
having a perception
to look beyond the illusions
a state of attention
an indescribable silence
painting over all the noise
#vss365
what is truth
without a scintilla of guilt
having a perception
to look beyond the illusions
a state of attention
an indescribable silence
painting over all the noise
#vss365
June 25, 2025 at 11:13 PM
June 22, 2025 at 9:22 AM
A deep breath quells the pain bubbling up from the cauldron of this weary vessel, its vitality drained in the relentless pursuit of an elusive state, everlasting bliss and a fountain of light that never dims.
Waking up brings it to a stop but the consciousness still flows.
#vss365
Waking up brings it to a stop but the consciousness still flows.
#vss365
June 6, 2025 at 1:21 AM
A deep breath quells the pain bubbling up from the cauldron of this weary vessel, its vitality drained in the relentless pursuit of an elusive state, everlasting bliss and a fountain of light that never dims.
Waking up brings it to a stop but the consciousness still flows.
#vss365
Waking up brings it to a stop but the consciousness still flows.
#vss365
the final pieces are all in place
a world that swings between
austerity and abundance
now I have more time to seek
an extraordinary state—
to spring a fountain from desert rock
to stand above the mountain
a lonely tree in a field becomes
a rendezvous point
for saving my ego
#vss365
a world that swings between
austerity and abundance
now I have more time to seek
an extraordinary state—
to spring a fountain from desert rock
to stand above the mountain
a lonely tree in a field becomes
a rendezvous point
for saving my ego
#vss365
May 31, 2025 at 11:31 PM
the final pieces are all in place
a world that swings between
austerity and abundance
now I have more time to seek
an extraordinary state—
to spring a fountain from desert rock
to stand above the mountain
a lonely tree in a field becomes
a rendezvous point
for saving my ego
#vss365
a world that swings between
austerity and abundance
now I have more time to seek
an extraordinary state—
to spring a fountain from desert rock
to stand above the mountain
a lonely tree in a field becomes
a rendezvous point
for saving my ego
#vss365
an accidental vision
beyond the pastures of things
left behind are breadcrumbs,
connecting to form a line
all projections of our minds
struggle to break through,
picking up pieces of moving images
that form a mirror, grabbing
on to our vanity
deepest monologues crave care
#vss365
beyond the pastures of things
left behind are breadcrumbs,
connecting to form a line
all projections of our minds
struggle to break through,
picking up pieces of moving images
that form a mirror, grabbing
on to our vanity
deepest monologues crave care
#vss365
May 31, 2025 at 12:03 AM
an accidental vision
beyond the pastures of things
left behind are breadcrumbs,
connecting to form a line
all projections of our minds
struggle to break through,
picking up pieces of moving images
that form a mirror, grabbing
on to our vanity
deepest monologues crave care
#vss365
beyond the pastures of things
left behind are breadcrumbs,
connecting to form a line
all projections of our minds
struggle to break through,
picking up pieces of moving images
that form a mirror, grabbing
on to our vanity
deepest monologues crave care
#vss365
because the time comes
pervading the calm breeze
days spent dwelling by the sea
when the waves start to gnaw
at grief, some darkness like a glitch
searching for the last morsel of love
going round and round
weaving deep into one's mind
home to the last fragments of hope
#vss365
pervading the calm breeze
days spent dwelling by the sea
when the waves start to gnaw
at grief, some darkness like a glitch
searching for the last morsel of love
going round and round
weaving deep into one's mind
home to the last fragments of hope
#vss365
May 28, 2025 at 11:17 PM
because the time comes
pervading the calm breeze
days spent dwelling by the sea
when the waves start to gnaw
at grief, some darkness like a glitch
searching for the last morsel of love
going round and round
weaving deep into one's mind
home to the last fragments of hope
#vss365
pervading the calm breeze
days spent dwelling by the sea
when the waves start to gnaw
at grief, some darkness like a glitch
searching for the last morsel of love
going round and round
weaving deep into one's mind
home to the last fragments of hope
#vss365
the world is mapped
stretched across the centre
with muffled cracks of ice
toxic lakes shaped like eyelids
watch over the damage and repair
unseen hands etching darkness
across the salt & green
pictures of trickling malice
must remain in mind
puddles still splash at night
#vss365
stretched across the centre
with muffled cracks of ice
toxic lakes shaped like eyelids
watch over the damage and repair
unseen hands etching darkness
across the salt & green
pictures of trickling malice
must remain in mind
puddles still splash at night
#vss365
May 26, 2025 at 12:33 AM
the world is mapped
stretched across the centre
with muffled cracks of ice
toxic lakes shaped like eyelids
watch over the damage and repair
unseen hands etching darkness
across the salt & green
pictures of trickling malice
must remain in mind
puddles still splash at night
#vss365
stretched across the centre
with muffled cracks of ice
toxic lakes shaped like eyelids
watch over the damage and repair
unseen hands etching darkness
across the salt & green
pictures of trickling malice
must remain in mind
puddles still splash at night
#vss365
Every once in a while, we wake up from a dream. A force tugs us out of the depths of the ocean. Like a narwhal, we develop ephemeral wings that can feel the wind’s poetry. There is always light waiting for us. If we bathe in it, a door opens, leading us to morning spring.
#vss365
#vss365
May 25, 2025 at 1:23 AM
Every once in a while, we wake up from a dream. A force tugs us out of the depths of the ocean. Like a narwhal, we develop ephemeral wings that can feel the wind’s poetry. There is always light waiting for us. If we bathe in it, a door opens, leading us to morning spring.
#vss365
#vss365
May 22, 2025 at 12:58 AM
a customer of fate
is to be stable and in control
a thousand suns have risen and set
and far fewer words have touched
the heartstrings
a vision lies hidden inside
and echoes from horizon have tried
to distort the only path that makes
the stars appear more radiant
within
#vas365
is to be stable and in control
a thousand suns have risen and set
and far fewer words have touched
the heartstrings
a vision lies hidden inside
and echoes from horizon have tried
to distort the only path that makes
the stars appear more radiant
within
#vas365
April 18, 2025 at 12:23 AM
a customer of fate
is to be stable and in control
a thousand suns have risen and set
and far fewer words have touched
the heartstrings
a vision lies hidden inside
and echoes from horizon have tried
to distort the only path that makes
the stars appear more radiant
within
#vas365
is to be stable and in control
a thousand suns have risen and set
and far fewer words have touched
the heartstrings
a vision lies hidden inside
and echoes from horizon have tried
to distort the only path that makes
the stars appear more radiant
within
#vas365
April 9, 2025 at 12:10 AM
a recluse feels how it is
to be a prisoner of time,
a wheel that keeps turning.
it carries and breaks the chores—
downward, a leaf falling,
waits in the air, wanting
to want to wait for more.
the walkway in the garden is clean.
#vss365
to be a prisoner of time,
a wheel that keeps turning.
it carries and breaks the chores—
downward, a leaf falling,
waits in the air, wanting
to want to wait for more.
the walkway in the garden is clean.
#vss365
April 5, 2025 at 10:41 PM
a recluse feels how it is
to be a prisoner of time,
a wheel that keeps turning.
it carries and breaks the chores—
downward, a leaf falling,
waits in the air, wanting
to want to wait for more.
the walkway in the garden is clean.
#vss365
to be a prisoner of time,
a wheel that keeps turning.
it carries and breaks the chores—
downward, a leaf falling,
waits in the air, wanting
to want to wait for more.
the walkway in the garden is clean.
#vss365
I saw your face in the mirror
it was black & white
accusing me of
pretension & involution
a journey left behind
to create art I must find
a potent reason
that resonates within, a game
waits for a hero
cut through my weakness
chained to your music
I know no sleep of peace
#vss365
it was black & white
accusing me of
pretension & involution
a journey left behind
to create art I must find
a potent reason
that resonates within, a game
waits for a hero
cut through my weakness
chained to your music
I know no sleep of peace
#vss365
March 7, 2025 at 5:24 AM
I saw your face in the mirror
it was black & white
accusing me of
pretension & involution
a journey left behind
to create art I must find
a potent reason
that resonates within, a game
waits for a hero
cut through my weakness
chained to your music
I know no sleep of peace
#vss365
it was black & white
accusing me of
pretension & involution
a journey left behind
to create art I must find
a potent reason
that resonates within, a game
waits for a hero
cut through my weakness
chained to your music
I know no sleep of peace
#vss365
honesty has to begin somewhere
folding corners into a sphere
violin attuned to a guitar
wings trying to steer the past
away from the prying eyes
of light and darkness
you and I slow exist but
perceive our love differently
folding corners into a sphere
violin attuned to a guitar
wings trying to steer the past
away from the prying eyes
of light and darkness
you and I slow exist but
perceive our love differently
March 3, 2025 at 2:25 AM
honesty has to begin somewhere
folding corners into a sphere
violin attuned to a guitar
wings trying to steer the past
away from the prying eyes
of light and darkness
you and I slow exist but
perceive our love differently
folding corners into a sphere
violin attuned to a guitar
wings trying to steer the past
away from the prying eyes
of light and darkness
you and I slow exist but
perceive our love differently