#soulawakening
Do you really think you're never gonna die
The day shall come, you'll know this was all a lie
'Tis, a four day journey
Two days of desire, two days of pie
No one knows what's gonna happen in the grave,
Once the man's put, nothing wakes up the dark eye
The punishment he pays for, is not seen but felt
The wealth he gave his life for, is nowhere at sight
His life was just the same as of a potato blight,
When he was asked to look at the beneficial light
But he didn't bat an eye at the given advice
Nor did he take a look at his hair full of lice
Everyday he would eat a full plate rice,
Still no sign of thankfulness, despite
Was he deaf, or was he blind
Even the disables are not as lost as he was at night
The whole story seemed like a joke to him,
But sorry, it's too late to make everything right (while being placed in the coffin)
Anyways it's too late to write,
Let me have an apple to bite
Sep 8, 2017
Sep 8, 2017 at 2:45 PM UTC
A whisper, a call from the divine place unknown,
It stirs the heart, as though by winds it’s blown,
A summons soft, yet piercing in its might,
To rouse the soul and guide it to the light.
"Rise, O’ humanity, from the dust of earth's domain,
You are but sparks, yet flames that break the chain,
Created to soar, to reach a station high,
Where time is naught, and space shall bid you fly."
The silent air bears witness to this creed,
A voice divine, a truth the soul does need,
Your being, formed of earth and stars combined,
Is called to seek the realms of the divine.
Let not the worldly chains your spirits bind,
For you are born with treasures yet unlined,
The heavens invite, and the path is clear,
To rise, O’ humanity, and leave behind your fear.
The call is soft, yet clearer than the day,
It bids you journey, to the heights away,
For you have wings within your hearts to fly,
And in your souls, eternity does lie.
Rise, O’ humanity, your purpose calls you nigh,
To reach the station where the angels sigh,
The whisper stirs, it calls you ever true,
For you are made of light, and born anew.
Mar 15, 2025
Mar 15, 2025 at 1:58 AM UTC
If Thou dost reveal Thyself unto me,
What shall become of this soul, so wild, so free?
Shall it vanish like the mist before the dawn,
Or rise, reborn, to Thee—forever drawn?
Shall it burn in the light of Thy sacred flame,
And dissolve into Thee, free of worldly name?
Or shall it be lost in the shadow of its own will,
Bound to the earth, though Thy call be still?
In the unveiling of Thy infinite might,
Shall my heart be unraveled, or find its light?
Shall I, in Thy grace, be made whole again,
Or will I, a wanderer, return to the dust and pain?
O' Divine, in Thy presence so pure and vast,
Shall I transcend, or remain, tethered fast?
For the soul that seeks Thee is torn between
The self it was, and the self unseen.
In the echoes of the call of the Beloved,
Shall I soar, or shall I fall, unapproved?
If Thou dost reveal Thy truth to my heart,
Shall I be remade, or torn apart?
For in Thy wisdom, O' Eternal One,
The path is lit, but the end is undone.
Shall I know Thy light, or in shadows remain—
To merge with Thee, or live in vain?
Mar 15, 2025
Mar 15, 2025 at 1:03 PM UTC
Unlocking My Spirit
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In dreams of whimsical tales, I'm lost—
A world where magic reigns, uncrossed.
Where Mary Poppins, so dear, resides,
With lessons that my spirit guides.
In Mary's eyes, a twinkle gleams,
A kindred soul within her dreams.
For like Mr Banks, I yearn to be—
Bound by rules, yet longing to be free.
Oh, Saving Mr Banks, a tale so true—
A journey embarked, a life anew.
As a boy, I yearned for rigid ways,
But dear Mary taught me in her maze.
Lessons masked by laughter and song,
A melody of joy where I belong.
She whisked me off on whimsical flights,
Unshackled my heart, set my soul alight.
From stern confines of a structured life,
Mary showed me how to break the strife—
To embrace the dreams I dared to keep,
Free from society’s judgment, deep.
With magic umbrella in her hand,
Mary taught me to truly understand
That chasing dreams needn’t be in vain—
My heart, my spirit, forever unchained.
For in the end, she stole my heart,
And taught me to trust, to embrace my art—
To heal the wounds that held me tight,
Unlocking dreams that slept in night.
Now, I am the boy once lost—
A wanderer tamed, no longer tossed.
I've learned to dance, to sing with glee—
A soul awakened, forever set free.
With song and dreams… thank you, my Mary, dear,
For teaching me courage, casting out fear.
In whimsical tales, my heart now preserves
The lessons that set me adrift from life’s curves.
Mar 27
Mar 27, 2026 at 6:57 AM UTC