AFTER THE GAZE

A sequel to NETRA

And now we have been seen.

We have been mirrored.

But what comes after vision?

After witnessing, comes the act.

Where NETRA held space for longing, presence, and stillness,

this new phase asks:

What do we do with what we’ve seen?

What do we do with who we are?

THE ACT OF OFFERING

When is something truly a gift?

And when is it an offering made to secure emotional safety?

We give bouquets with open hands,

but deep inside, do we wait for something to return?

Beauty is never separate from pain.

They come together, like breath and exhale.

Like love and the risk of loss.

DISTORTED MEMORIES & STARDUST SEEKERS

Memories do not live in the past.

They shape-shift.

They are painted and repainted by our current desires, projections, fears.

We chase the same seekers, the same ghosts,

again and again,

like stardust parasites,

hungry for relief, for resonance, for meaning.

THE ILLUSIONS WE CLING TO

Spirituality, when untethered, becomes dissociation.

Knowledge, when misused, becomes armor.

A perfect cocktail,

to maintain control,

to soothe our survival fears,

to appear whole while quietly fracturing.

Perfectionism disguises itself as virtue.

But is it balance we seek?

Or control we can never hold?

THE TRUE WITNESS

What if maturity is not control, but care?

To become the adult who watches over the child within,

not to discipline its every flaw,

but to accept, guide, and strive toward a deeper wholeness.

The world will not always return what we give.

But we offer it anyway.

Not for approval.

Not for safety.

But because the offering itself is what makes us real.

LIVING THROUGH THE HEART

When the heart speaks, intellect dissolves.

All theories fall away.

What remains is our reaction,

raw, instinctive, telling.

Are we willing to see all that we are?

To sit in our contradictions?

To be at peace in vulnerability?

TRIAL, ERROR, AND THE SACRED ACT

There is no final mastery.

Only trial.

Only error.

Only the act of showing up, again and again.

We sin.

We reflect.

We move.

And in that motion, we meet ourselves again.

TO GIVE WITHOUT NEEDING TO BE SEEN

Become the mirror with a true identity,

one that no longer seeks to be validated,

but still gives the flowers.

Still reaches out.

Still acts in love.

This is the aftermath of vision.

This is what follows the gaze.

Not more watching.

But living.