#souljourney
Death isn’t the end.
It’s armor coming off.
The body falls,
the soul stands
bruised,
brilliant,
remembering.
We come for lessons
too heavy to learn anywhere else.
Grief.
Betrayal.
Powerlessness.
Love that splits you open
and demands you grow.
Not punishment.
Preparation.
The strongest aren’t lucky.
They volunteered.
Some arrive quiet.
Some land like thunder —
endurance baked into their bones.
The ones who survive
what should have broken them.
The ones older
than their birth certificate.
The ones strangers pour pain into
without knowing why.
That isn’t coincidence.
That’s memory.
Some return,
not because they failed,
but because they mastered survival
and were asked to walk again
with steadier hands.
Not saviors.
Not saints.
Just warriors.
They walk through fire
without turning cruel.
They hold space
when rooms collapse.
They protect without announcing it.
They bleed quietly
and still teach others to stand.
Scars are proof, not damage.
Heavy lives are trust, not punishment.
Carry your light.
Finish your promise.
I didn’t land here by accident.
And neither did you.
Some break cycles.
Some hold the line.
Some walk into darkness
and return
with proof
it can be survived.
Call it resilience.
Call it warrior.
Call it truth.
I am not here randomly.
And neither are you.
Feb 15
Feb 15, 2026 at 9:26 AM UTC
What is my worth? A fleeting breath I hold,
A borrowed spark, returned to time’s enfold.
What is my station? Dust upon the air,
A vanishing trace, a whisper unaware.
I came unbidden, and I leave unnamed,
Yet through my passing, something bright is claimed.
The crown may crumble, thrones to earth descend,
Yet in my breast the pulse of stars won’t end.
I rise as nothing, yet within me reigns
A will that shatters loss and breaks its chains.
Each fall instructs me: strive, ascend, aspire,
Each limit bends before the soul’s desire.
O’ Time, you count me grain by fleeting grain,
Yet I measure you in meaning, not in vain.
If I am dust, it dreams of fire untamed,
A spark that turns the meek and small acclaimed.
If I must fade, let fading be my flight,
A rising ember cast against the night.
For worth lies not in staying, nor in place,
But in the courage to embrace the chase.
I vanish, yes—but not before I see
How dust may speak to stars eternally.
Feb 8
Feb 8, 2026 at 1:19 AM UTC
Don’t get lost in your pain, know that one day your pain
will become your cure.
The heart is a thousand-stringed instrument
that can only be tuned with love.
Love opens, love transforms,
love shows you the secret door
to the self you never knew existed
I did not love her at first;
I loved what her presence did to me.
Each heartbeat was a question,
each glance a mirror
showing me the secret landscape
of my own soul.
In falling, I rose;
in desiring, I learned;
in knowing her, I discovered myself!!!!!
WORK FROM:
To her who already knows !!
Feb 6
Feb 6, 2026 at 1:42 AM UTC
He searches for a love that whispers to his head.
In his soul, a beacon burns, a longing for a life,
Where love is not a fleeting ghost, but real and true and bright,
A star to guide him through the endless, darkest night.
But lo! The gangs of chaos rise, their eyes ablaze with hate,
They seek to crush the seeker’s dream, to seal his tender fate.
With fists of iron and hearts of stone, they stand in his way,
Yet he will strive, with all his might, for love will find a way.
He will rise above the crowd, his vision clear and pure,
For love is not a simple prize, but a journey to endure.
And in the end, he knows that love will conquer all the strife,
Yet in its glow, he’ll find his way, his beacon, his true life.
Apr 21, 2025
Apr 21, 2025 at 9:11 AM UTC
From a bench in the park,
I saw myself walking.
And I thought,
he looks good,
he works, he writes,
he does what he loves,
he has something to offer.
What I offer has value,
I have value.
Mar 15, 2025
Mar 15, 2025 at 10:57 AM UTC
Listen—hear the whispers of the moon, bold and clear,
A voice from the depths of stillness, calling you near.
From the quiet twilight, where time holds its breath,
I rise, my soul ignited, shedding the veil of death.
From dust I rise, my spirit set ablaze with yearning,
To soar in realms where love’s eternal flame is burning.
In the depths of Being, where time and space are no more,
I seek the essence of forever, an unending shore.
I cast aside the chains of fleeting, worldly dream,
The false illusions that shimmer but vanish like a stream.
No longer do I hunger for crowns or hollow fame,
For I have found a fire that burns beyond all name.
Let not the chaos of the world distract your heart,
For it is but a fleeting storm that tears all things apart.
In the silence of the soul, where the self fades away,
I hear the voice of wisdom, calling me to stay.
Not in the pursuit of glory, nor the world’s fleeting grace,
But in the surrender of ego, I find my sacred place.
The path is not for the eyes, nor for the feet to tread,
But for the heart to listen, where no map is spread.
I rise, the tree of the vineyard; my ghazal is my fruit,
From my fruit, create the wine of the crimson root.
I carve no roads upon the earth, no trace for man to find,
But in the depths of my being, I leave the world behind.
Here, in the stillness, where all illusions cease,
I merge with the Infinite, and rest in boundless peace.
Mar 12, 2025
Mar 12, 2025 at 5:49 PM UTC
In love's vast realm, thy heart must carve its place,
For in the currents of time, none find solace in disgrace.
From ashes born, the soul must seek its course,
In a world where fleeting joy is quenched by sorrow’s force.
Let not despair take root within thy soul,
For love’s own fire shall purify and make thee whole.
Rise from the dust, yet not in vain pursuit—
In this age, let wisdom be thy resolute.
For life is not in dreams or idle prayer,
But in the courage found amidst the weight we bear.
The wheel of fortune spins, but not by chance,
In modern days, thy deeds alone give life’s advance.
Mar 12, 2025
Mar 12, 2025 at 5:12 PM UTC
A child spoke, and the world stood still—
"I've lived before, I remember still."
"I buried my treasure, hidden from sight,"
"Beneath that tree, where sunlight shines bright."
Who whispered these tales to an innocent mind?
Who let the past so deeply unwind?
Are memories just echoes lost in time,
Or does the soul truly transcend life’s line?
Feb 27, 2025
Feb 27, 2025 at 7:37 AM UTC
Beyond the collective breath of seas and forests,
in the breathing wind,
with the smell of wild, bright life,
wrapped in the thirst of longing,
his soul met hers.
She did not shrink or tremble
But slipped into a perfect silence
and held that scared and ecstatic hour
when they met soul to soul.
Dec 2, 2024
Dec 2, 2024 at 12:49 PM UTC
**Earth Day, April 22, 2017 "give back to Earth",
as an "offering" for all the planet gives us.**
For Global Earth Day information visit: http://www.earthday.org/
Her ominous shadow
shown a path
far beyond the miles high
a majestic mountain stood
Silently climbing down
million year old
steep canyon walls
at dawn,
each step chosen carefully
coursing with purpose
Finding a way forward
was the only way
to look back up
river carved ravines
where higher ground
once stood
Instincts drawn downward
gravity feed towards
the faint murmurs
deep echoes tracery
down sheer basalt cliffs
Artesian waters'
resounding gurgles ―
bubble up to quench
a lost soul’s incurably
intrinsic parching thirst;
to find an unfolding
metamorphic peace
in the trove of igneous
fountain veins of earth
There’s not need to wait
on sunrise pathways lit ―
there is no fear of gravity’s
downward silent weight
nor burden to be borne
Listening beyond dark silence .
igneous bedrock roots
beckon deeper expanse ;
spirit realms of ancient souls
whisperer like thunder
to the soul of man ―
Awakening ruptured lifelines
deep below earthen crust ,
creations hidden essence
eternally remembered
by the light above ...
April 2017 © harlon rivers ... all rights reserved
Apr 21, 2017
Apr 21, 2017 at 10:02 AM UTC
The quieter he became ...
the more he could feel
only a single lit candle
moved the stillness ,
gripping the void between
lucency and obscure darkness
longing eyes slipped slowly closed
as the flicker faded ,
inner quietude dimming all light
the darker it got ...
the more vividly he could see
a nearly silent exhaled sigh
let the memories flood ;
leaning into the bereft
where there once was light ,
he became a timeless silence
without form
*only shaped by retracing
re-remembered words*
yearning to understand
some of the greater things life unfolds
experiencing the unknown
without fear ,
for to clinch and feel
that which seems indefinable
for here ,
in this formless
manifest dimension ,
all layers of essence
are peeled back
to the bared aurora
of a soul's spirit light ;
*at the core of inner stillness
nothing is impossible* ...
© H A Rivers all rights reserved
Sep 23, 2016
Sep 23, 2016 at 12:15 PM UTC