Planes of Awareness

Reflections by Nuet’s Pond

At Nuet’s Pond…
the water holds the sky in its arms.
Branches bend into their own reflection…
clouds drift in two worlds at once.

I stand at the edge,
thinking about the nature of awareness…
and how each plane of existence
is born the moment I turn my gaze toward it.

All possibilities are here.
All probabilities… alive at once.
Each one waiting… for my choice.

Together… we agree upon this reality—
the shared stage where our senses meet.
Where sight… sound… touch… taste… smell…
weave a common ground.

Yet even here… within this familiar field…
infinite probabilities shimmer like light
just beneath the surface.

So I ask myself…
Which plane will I choose?

The attention I offer…
the intention I carry…
these are the architects of my experience.

I may walk in higher currents—
where joy lifts me…
where support surrounds me…
where well-being, growth, and fulfillment…
flow with ease.

Or… I may stay in a place less bright—
where the air feels heavy…
and the days… run flat.

The truth is simple.
But it changes everything.

I can choose.
I have that right.
And maybe…
this is what we are all—
slowly… beautifully—
waking up to remember.