infinite

We are complex creatures with curiosities spanning lifetimes, following inner callings, no longer finding truth in an ideology or dogma. We are vast. A profound mystery resides within. We hold worlds, our inner workings, not something to be dimmed. Anything other than the cosmology that limits us. We are infinite beyond anything our minds can conceive. Yet, amidst the wilderness, there may be a simpler knowing, a wonder that feels timeless, wisdom forgotten yet always known. It is found in subtleties. Found in the whisperings of nature and the falling of the stars etched in the stones. It is at the core of who we are. We hold it all within. Anything we believe outside of ourselves, anything we see as more knowing or powerful, holds us captive. Regarding matters of the heart, beliefs can limit how vast and extensive we are. To capture and define our very beingness is a disservice to the essence of who we are.