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Opening and closing,
No clarity disclosing.
Moving without a plan in sight,
Wondering what will come on this night.
I say "goodbye"
I release my sigh,
But this breath of fresh air has not yet begun -
And in what way, will this harm or nourish my lung?
Frost comes,
And then goes -
Is in between ever known?
Ice moves to water,
River moves to sea -
But my own transition is unknown to me.
I shed old clothes,
I watch new shows -
But the flowers around me twinkle and say -
"You are yet to arrive,
At a whole new day"
Words by Sylva Rose ©
Nov 19, 2025
Nov 19, 2025 at 5:05 AM UTC
You tell us, ‘Fix your eyes on me,’
Yet, I let them wander...
To others, to socials;
To the eternal slumber —
To anything that will distract,
What is this hole in me that gnaws at
me so deep?
Fought so hard to be alive;
even in sleep* —
Lord, open my eyes,
Yes, awaken me again
from this earthly ‘freeze’
so that I can live,
thrive and fix my eyes on thee.
Jul 24, 2025
Jul 24, 2025 at 5:03 PM UTC
Forever an artist, a source
Created in your image
Creator
Jul 15, 2025
Jul 15, 2025 at 7:21 PM UTC
I feel as if I have a solid understanding.
But I know better.
No one can know god more than anybody else.
Source is limited by names.
As we experience life,
the soul gathers expectations.
Existence is simply an inspiration.
.
We are all in one accord
with what is and what will be.
And now it’s time to change
to a higher frequency..
Jul 15, 2025
Jul 15, 2025 at 7:56 AM UTC
even with all the time we spent together
I feel the chance we never had
even with how much he never knew
I felt the source connection
in some other time
in some other place
it was wonderful
it will be wonderful
namaste, star brother
May 31, 2025
May 31, 2025 at 8:32 PM UTC
We wasted it so
We wasted our souls
Like storm clouds
we broke out
and flooded the seeds
we needed to grow
You held on to me
You tried so hard to see
when I rebounded
from breakdowns
that seemed to wear
down your strong spirit
that you needed to go on
We were stranger than
fiction through our
contradictions
You drifted within me
I poured within you
your currents of
reason to my torrents
of questions
We were
drowning in unison
But as you freed me and
I freed you as we were
both set free by the eternal
Source of freedom
we need to keep on doing
our part in what we need
to keep on being free.
Mar 11, 2025
Mar 11, 2025 at 9:14 AM UTC
One dawn, as the earth was bathed in light, I stood in awe beneath the sky so bright, and with heart ablaze, I asked the Sun:
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**O' Sun, whose light makes the day begun,
What secret makes you blaze, a golden run?
Without your gaze, the world would be blind,
What stirs your flame, so pure, so kind?
You burn with fire, yet ask for no feast,
What makes you glow, O' radiant beast?
Your light endures, so steady and strong,
What is it that keeps you burning all along?**
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And the Sun, with wisdom deep and vast, spoke, as though time itself would breathe its last, with each word that echoed across the sky:
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**O' Jamil,
Your eyes are small to witness all I reveal,
Yet still, you seek what the soul can feel.
I burn not from hunger, nor earthly need,
But from love of the One, from whom all things proceed.
Know this, O' Seeker, the souls before you,
They too knew the light, the love, so true—
That love is the fire, the soul's true spark,
The eternal flame that lights the dark.
The wound, O' Jamil, is where the light enters,
Through love's embrace, the soul it centers.
I burn not for glory, nor for pride,
But from the One, with whom I reside.
The earth would perish without the Sun’s kiss,
A truth so profound, a cosmic bliss.
Within your heart, let love arise,
And in its glow, you’ll touch the skies.
The cup of light, O' Jamil, is never full,
It overflows from the One, boundless and beautiful.
Drink deeply, O' Seeker, from this divine cup,
For in its light, your soul will rise up.
The moment you seek is now in your grasp,
In love’s embrace, all truth will unclasp.
O' Jamil, let your heart’s fire burn,
In love's warm light, you shall return.
The souls before you have shown the way,
Let love be your light, each and every day.
For when your heart is alight with fire,
You too shall join the eternal choir.**
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Feb 7, 2025
Feb 7, 2025 at 10:22 AM UTC
I trust
You alone God
Than my understanding
I hear your voice wherever
I go
You are the only guiding source
One can depend upon
You set my course
Always
Nov 9, 2024
Nov 9, 2024 at 8:56 AM UTC
The practice, quotidian duty to the aim,
the goal, the offering of self,
will and all, in a hope some
witness in their spirits.
Premyelinated young adults,
abating breath, to hold a thought
zooming, to the post war mind state,
presumed to be a dank monk's cell,
peace vacuum, empty but of words
boasting in stories told of works done
battlefield conversions, witnessed
where ever war has made believers,
of any with survival will
to prove the experience,
practice making good enough,
this got to it state, got it, got the proof,
spiritual, mental marks of exclusion,
blank eyed stare, unforgettable visions, yes,
see here, in the tween twixt you and us, we
the lost minds used by many who once left
being, just left being
by many who once knew
the art of keeping bees can be calming,
I imagine, but never have attempted the art.
Most learners leave as users entranced
by the evidence in the dance.
Sep 4, 2024
Sep 4, 2024 at 1:13 PM UTC
where does love begin
in your own head only source
in the universe
Apr 2, 2023
Apr 2, 2023 at 6:19 PM UTC
I have faith in you, and I know you have faith in me, and solely that is what perpetuates my life.
To my guides, I love you.
May 15, 2022
May 15, 2022 at 8:47 AM UTC
I felt empowered indeed
And for me you were the source
To the front you always lead
Saying the stage is yours
Though it was hard for me to stand
And to be noticed by all the class
But you made me understand
That courage is needed to progress
You knew exactly the right way
To show the girl who used to hide
I still recall my yesterday
I was your student, you was the guide
You teach, you help, you support too
And here I am passing the test
Of all the professors that I knew
You are definitely the Best!
Dec 5, 2020
Dec 5, 2020 at 8:01 AM UTC
Tell me why indigenous
seems so obsolete?
Thoughts in the genius
whose sense is up so late
Why originality
seem so fake?
And off-reality
is worth the take?
It might not seem its best
nor have the Sauce
Not in Vogue as the rest
But it's the source
-Pastorlee
Nov 26, 2020
Nov 26, 2020 at 1:53 AM UTC
I can feel her love the way I feel the desert winds
of a tangerine evening hurling off the mountains
as they reach for the end of the summer solstice.
She sings beneath the bridge of god.
Oh, how spirits that make the nature of whispers
known to my fleshly ears dance to her innocent voice.
I can see her crown among the thorned rose vista,
****** by her favoring tobacco musk,
and it cascades about the once savage lands
of the wanning moon.
Her crown is redolent
with the astral fragerence of eden.
I have walked past the dawn
and gazed upon the serpent of the sea,
it has been raised only to bow before her loving words.
Oh, what peace she brings,
and how effortlessly I see the maiden,
for I must hear her
sing beneath the bridge of god.
Nov 22, 2020
Nov 22, 2020 at 11:48 PM UTC
O’ Flowing Stream, smooth and calm,
How gentle are your waves
Oh, how refreshing is your taste;
Like crystal glass, your gaze
I came a long and weary way –
Walked through the deserts dry
And in the moment that my eye
Beheld your view I cried
---
I cried because my eyes then traced
Your course up to the Spring –
The Source beyond the mountain top,
Where blessings flow and bring
I saw a bright and lovely sight:
A plan in the Grand Scheme
Providence…it brought me here,
To drink – to sing – to dream
---
O’ Stream, now that I’m here with you,
I’m here with you to stay
I’ll make my home and plant a tree
Beside your waters way
I’ll watch it close and give it all
I can to help it grow
And trust the Source to ever-pour
That you may overflow
.
Nov 19, 2020
Nov 19, 2020 at 8:41 AM UTC
___’Ego sum hic.’___
_Calling to the dawn,
Baying at the moon,
Petitioning the horizon,
Summoning the faithful;
The yearning indefinite,
In pursuit of an enduring affirmative;
An echo searching for its source
In the boundless beyond._
___’Ibi tu es, tu es, tu es, tu es...‘___
Oct 4, 2020
Oct 4, 2020 at 1:28 AM UTC
Van Gogh’s ear sings tales all night
Soulful moaning over mind’s eye sight
Antagonize the heart and turn the eye
A visitor to the heart or passing by
From this spring that we all drink
What whispers all the thoughts we think
Lunatic genius with eyes turned in
Tell me where my mind has been
A freighting tether is shelter and cage
Where the writer’s pen touches page
Ink’s fossil trail bleeding from my pen
A history of where my heart has been
To go and not say in doing so
Beyond this point no words can go
With feet of clay and hand to chalk
I’ve come to hear Van Gogh’s ear talk
Sep 8, 2020
Sep 8, 2020 at 1:51 PM UTC
Life knows something you don't
and its telling you
as you stop knowing something life does'nt
Aug 7, 2020
Aug 7, 2020 at 2:29 PM UTC
Wisdom
bes a wider vision
not a more of it
one cant force more to a full glass
one can transfer content to a larger vessel
Aug 4, 2020
Aug 4, 2020 at 12:13 PM UTC