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Calcinatio Jan 14
Burn the dross with
steady heat.
Constant regulation
under furnace's feet.
Not too hot,
not too cold.
Steadily discover
the Goldilocks zone.

There's a blackening,
then the white-
before red comes
into play.
And there we find
the malleability
we seek for
every day.
If you look into the trends for what colors arise first in languages you'll see that it's believed that it goes: black then white, or black and white and then red.
This could be seen as the progression from black and white thinking into a breach of gradient, or color. Or from the black and white state of ignorance to the more hued life of the learned..
At the same time there's the symbology of the cyclical purification of the alchemical process and it's color associations of black white and red.
When you heat a piece of metal over a fire the first color is black because of the burning carbon, and then white from the ash, and then red as the molecules are at a very rapid state. This is when the material can be pounded or bent or finely worked to a desired form.
I find this metaphor deeply impactful and palpable and I often return to it in my work.
Sara Barrett Jan 11
At nineteen, I became a mother,
a title that shook the stars—
barely an adult, but now a world-builder,
my dreams reshaped by tiny hands.
A poignant reflection on becoming a mother at nineteen, where the joy of welcoming new life is tempered by the weight of responsibility. This poem captures the growth of a young woman as she embraces the challenges and rewards of motherhood, her dreams reshaped by the needs of a child.
Gabriel Yale Jan 11
Ferns rooted in the sky,
their roots searching for a life
in the lake of bliss.
I immerse myself,
slowly, like a leaf.
I wade, I wade—
water and sand
consume me.
There lies a new planet,
entirely green, with the enchanting spells of sun,
surrounded by our happiness.
Our hands joined in love.
The poem centers on transformation, unity, and the search for a deeper connection with life and love. It intertwines nature's imagery with a sense of serenity and transcendence, evoking a feeling of discovery and harmony.
Carlo C Gomez Jan 11
Earth comes out of its greenroom

I bend at the window
looking through the glass
down upon its vastness

something out there is wrong

the future's not what it used to be
a shadow tells me

I feel mysterious today
a stranger to myself
I don't recognize my voice

objects outlive us
but we are more than an accident of stars
someday we will be infinite
breaking into the distance

by serene velocity
by delicate transitions

bringing us closer
to a renewed interest in happiness
Your stormy tides erase my sandcastle pride,  
A jazz **** breaks where the silence once lied.  
Your moist earth cradles my seed, our heart’s noontide,  
Improv wails as the reverb collides.  

Our love, once shadowed, glows with dawn’s new light,  
Within, a thousand tiny flames aspire.  
Once storm-dark night, now shines with rainbow’s delight,  
Our love’s tide swells, a choir of soft fire.  

Yet still I wonder, does love’s hope burn bright?  
Was it the sacrifice or love’s own starlight?
Immortality Jan 8
I find a reflection,
not of who I am,
but who I am
when I am with you.

Who am I?
I do not know
until I see myself
in the mirror
of your eyes.

Sometimes, the best version of ourselves is revealed in the eyes of another, reflecting both who we are and who we could become.
For me, it’s my family. For you, it may be someone else.
What we all share in common is the "soul connection" with these people.... the ones we never want to lose.
dead poet Jan 6
butterflies flutter -
reach for the nectar of life;
winds change direction.
Mercy Jan 4
If you'd have asked me how
I wouldn't have been able to tell you
But He touched me
The energy I used trying to prove a point
I redirected it to seeking Him
I surrender.

I couldn't keep going back to
He leaves the 99 for the 1
I needed to see draw near to me as I draw near to you

Yes He touched me
Soaking my face towel in
Regrets and repentance
I felt a warm embrace

Every year I crossover
It humbles me coz who I'm I
That He favors me this way
Filled with gratitude on my knees
For He didn't allow the suicide to go through
Didn't hold my past against me
And everyday renewing His mercies
What a privilege!

So in the deep...
I'll trade my fear for trust
Guilt and shame for gratitude
Regret and reproach for thanksgiving

I said once make sure when you look back you can do it with a smile
But I'm also allowing you to look
Back with a cry coz you've made it through.

The mountains before you are now so far behind you.
The darkness that was palpable now gone to be forgotten
Coz light don't negotiate with the dark.
Finally you can breathe out and breathe in fresh air.

Pull your head out the water.
You're safe.
We're here now!
This far He's Ebenezer
The words burst forth like a broken dam,
Overwhelming, overflowing, unstoppable, they amass.
For so long they were restrained,
Restricted, constricted, told to remain.
But now they flow, unbound, unchained,
And I am at the mercy of their reign.

The power of feelings, the weight of their might,
Caught in the undertow, pulled into the fight.
Drowning, yet somehow I can finally breathe,
As if the words have stitched a wound beneath.
I feel more like me, freer than before,
The world sharper, clearer, an open door.

Hope glimmers softly, like dawn’s gentle light,
Breaking through the end of a long, gloomy night.
This is not meant to be a poem.

Never delete what you were. Even though it doesn't reflect your current being. You must be proud of what you were because it got you until now and it prepared you. It gave you the tools. It WAS you and hence it IS still you.

Never be ashamed of the love you felt and gave. Instead. Grow in love and grow the love.

And if things did not go the best possible way. Well. What even is the best possible way? Things went the only way possible. You learn from what happens and live the way you think is best for you. Maybe learning from mistakes too.

There are no true immortal beings, but immortal are the feelings we feel and the ideas that we bring to others. This is because ideas and feelings will move through generations as long as someone is willing to talk about them. Share them. Write them. And speak about them with other people.

This is magic.

I guess that's all.
मैं आपकी तरह छिपा हुआ नहीं हूं, इसलिए कृपया मुझे लिखें या संदेश भेजें। मैं आपको उचित उत्तर देना चाहूँगा
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