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kim-yu
M We are not human beings on a spiritual journey, we are spiritual beings on a human journey.
You have come down with the storm Splashed and spread across the Earth Merging with the mud to take form In this amalgamation, you took your first breath. You have since assumed the affairs of the mud-form you’ve chosen Entrapped by the aspiration of fulfilling the duties that come with it And limited within the terrain in which it is soaked in Wholly bewildered in a dimension you cannot outwit O Raindrop, soon the sun will rise and the mud will dry With all the illusions you’ve acquired in this long night Wither away with the mud or evaporate back into the sky? Will you perish into sand or re-immerse yourself with the infinite?
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Jun 29, 2025
Jun 29, 2025 at 6:18 AM UTC
Raindrop
I'm a divine leaf fallen from an evergreen tree, driven away down a foggy river Like a raindrop who thinks he is mud, I roam from one mud to another like a restless bee searching for pollen on every flower I'm here, wherever here is, it had been so long I knew where I was or where I belonged But I'm steadily waking from my slumber, the Absolute Truth pierces sharply through these curtains of ignorance I've been counting my sins more than my blessings Because I am the perfection of imperfections I hail from a place of limitations A reflection of many endings and many beginnings I am eternal I am spirit
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Dec 10, 2017
Dec 10, 2017 at 5:54 AM UTC
I AM SPIRIT
Am I climbing up the mountain or tumbling down like an avalanche crashing down hopes and fantasies that keep me sane? I pace through forests where echoes are bleak harnessing warmth in this fire that burns steadily through storms falling from the peak Am I pursuing the light or am I just chasing a shadow? Dark clouds are due, I seem to have lost sight O whistle me a tune of comfort for my despair let me hear your soothing whispers so I may rest knowing that you are there.
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Jul 25, 2017
Jul 25, 2017 at 2:18 AM UTC
Listening to the Wind
Spark seeker sitting anxiously in the dark Counting every second to the sunrise Blood, sweat and tears flowing down a stream of skin grinded by an infinite hour glass Grasping for air to rise and mine once more for an everlasting bliss Shattered by critics, cussed by ignorance and spat on by arrogance A spark seeker rises like a phoenix above heights no eye can ever see Persistence is key. Persistence shines light into the essence of mortality While a spark seeker seeks light in the dark Captivated by the fruit of blissful infinity.
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Jul 5, 2017
Jul 5, 2017 at 1:37 PM UTC
Spark Seeker
Like buds turn into roses and cocoons into butterflies, it's time to spread out your wings, fly high and roam the skies. Welcome to the New Year
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Jan 4, 2017
Jan 4, 2017 at 1:39 AM UTC
New Beginnings
From the sounds echoed behind juvenile play-figures To the vocal vibrations that reflect nothing but wonders, Her voice deepens with every height she reach’ Sharpened in the spine of every speech. Her voice gets louder as the vocal cords grow wider, Penetrating through dimensions like a path finder, Echoing through space and times Compelled by ignorant minds. Her voice awakens the deaf with larger ears And puts to sleep loud mouths with smaller ears. Hear her voice as she’s about to speak And don’t let her silence say that she is weak. Let her voice out this acquired volume of integrity, Let her voice pierce through generations with simplicity. Let her tone be comprehensive And the melody as impressive. *Your voice has ripened through the ages You can now soothe pains of all stages Use your voice to change a nation And watch as it rejoices from liberation.* Break the silence.
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Sep 21, 2016
Sep 21, 2016 at 2:53 AM UTC
Her Voice Is Getting Louder
It's there and I can feel it I want to reach it but I can't. I hear it in my speech, I see it in my dreams, I smell it in the air and I feel it in my veins. I see it in the eyes of creatures, I feel it from still and tidal waters, I even inhale it from all the green that surround us. I feel it through words that are spoken And I see it within those that are written, I hear its melodies, sweet sounds of a silent night Serenading in a foreign dialect. It makes me feel whole though it chills me right to the bone My heart wants to but my mind doesn't, My mind wants to understand but my heart is too afraid to comprehend I know what it is yet I can't tell what it is. Still trying to reach out to it but I seem not to reach it Part of me wants it while the other doesn't The me within me wants it But the me outside of me repels it.
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Apr 1, 2016
Apr 1, 2016 at 5:11 AM UTC
*untitled*
~~•~~ I honor the place in you in which the entire universe dwells. I honor the place in you which is of love, of truth, of light and of peace. When you are in that place in you and I am in that place in me, we are one. ~~•~~
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Mar 20, 2016
Mar 20, 2016 at 10:26 AM UTC
Namasté
To Her Majesty, the Queen Queen of the Light and the Dark The night had swallowed the moon and all its spark, The ever-shining Sun seemed to be frozen, The peace and tranquility from the world had been stolen, The air, the soil, all felt so dry It never felt so painful to cry. Fish came flowing to shore, Your eyes so divine and so pure Glitters from your face shone the night sky bright, Days felt splendid, your presence brought great delight, Your royal touch restored the peace and tranquility within, Melodies from your voice keeps birds dancing while the Sun is shining, And in the dark your smile never fails to ignite a spark. All hail Her Majesty, the Queen of the Light and the Dark.
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Jan 30, 2016
Jan 30, 2016 at 10:07 AM UTC
Queen of the Light and Dark
I was shocked, confused, bewildered As I entered Heaven's door, Not by the beauty of it all, Nor the lights or its décor. But it was the folks in heaven Who made me sputter and gasp -- The thieves, the liars, the sinners, The alcoholics and the trash. There stood the kid from seventh grade Who swiped my lunch money twice. Next to him was my old neighbor Who never said anything nice. Bob, who I always thought Was rotting away in hell, Was sitting pretty on cloud nine, Looking incredibly well. I nudged Jesus, 'what's the deal? 'I would love to hear Your take. 'how'd all these sinners get up here? 'God must've made a mistake.' 'And why is everyone so quiet, 'so somber -- give me a clue.' 'hush, child,' He said, 'They're all in shock! 'No one thought they'd see you.' Unknown Author
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Jun 27, 2015
Jun 27, 2015 at 9:03 AM UTC
Judge Not