#distortions
#(a petition for the hidden reunion of mind and body)
There is a room beside the room
no one speaks of..
an antechamber of nearly-remembered things,
quiet as breath held in a throat
that learned too young
not to make a sound.
Nothing begins here,
yet everything gathers here
before it enters memory..
a threshold where the past
listens to itself again.
Here, the mind and the body
stand on opposite sides
of the same dim light,
each unsure
which one is lying.
The body feels what the mind denies.
The mind denies what the body endured.
The split was never a failure..
only survival
carved into two directions.
In this place,
the air carries a vibration
just above hearing..
the hum of something
waiting to be rejoined.
A petition moves through the room
like a slow-forming shape:
*Let what was torn
find its way back to itself.*
Not through force
or through memory’s return.
But through the soft recognition
that the guarded mind
once covered the deeper truth
beneath it
out of a mistaken sense of love.
No accusation rises here.
Only the quiet understanding
that some rooms
shift their shape
depending on who is afraid.
For there is a space
before interpretation,
before the story hardened,
before the walls rearranged themselves
around heartbreak..
a space where the original truth
still waits
with patient gravity.
A truth the body knew first.
A truth the mind hid
because hiding felt safer
than shattering.
The petition whispers:
*Let the two parts
move toward each other
in their own time,
in their own darkness,
carrying nothing
but the Light
that survived them both.*
No reunion is forced.
Nor a return, assumed.
Only this:
A faint light
slipping through a seam in the dark..
not bright, or demanding,
but enough to suggest
that what waits beyond the door
is not ending,
..but the first, tremulous beginning
of finally seeing
what was always true.
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Nov 30, 2025
Nov 30, 2025 at 7:09 AM UTC
The whole of the universe is like a pattern of infinite proportions
in the mind of the Eternal Creator Who is without any distortions.
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Jun 10, 2020
Jun 10, 2020 at 10:46 PM UTC
all day on the brink
saline hinging on lashes
reading minds far away
fortune-telling actions
and overgeneralizing
filtering the nonsense
to make room for the
nonsensical
minimizing positivity
maximizing black and
white negatives
focusing on despair
internal anguish;
vicious cycle of
irrationality
automatically
a day in the life
inside of me
Mar 22, 2015
Mar 22, 2015 at 6:18 PM UTC