#spiritualawakening
As the water falls
I feel my soul reawaken
Colors are brighter
More vivid
Greens coalesce into lush gardens of life
Made more pronounced by the grays of scattered boulders
Whose placement steers the water to lower climbs
As the water falls
I am falling with it
Its power cleanses my heart
Opening my soul up to muted browns
Possessed by both life and death as leaves turn to soil
That breathes life into the skeletal limbs that anchor the forest canopy
Below Earth’s baby blues
As the water falls
I become swept away
Dragged further from the disconnections
That mute even the yellows of the sun
Pale to that of the myriad mountain flowers drawn from stark purples to contrasting reds
That remind me of both pain and happiness earned on the trail of life
Bruises that paint my battered body with the story of water and the gravity which causes us to fall
Do not save us
For we have become free
While falling
Apr 28
Apr 28, 2026 at 2:11 PM UTC
When Thy love enters my heart like radiant light,
Even the dust remembers its name and shines bright.
The world itself becomes a holy, sacred place,
And I, the humble cup, am filled with pure grace,
With wine that has always been sacred through the years,
Though once I knew it only as water, unadorned by cheers.
O’ Thou who dwellest in the heart and givest life to all,
The souls rejoice and rise whenever Thy call
Touches each silent thing, each hidden, still domain,
And spirits bloom, while the wondrous garden shines again.
Dec 14, 2025
Dec 14, 2025 at 1:23 AM UTC
Freedom isn’t stolen.
It isn’t fought for
with walls or flags.
It’s born
the moment you stop
building cages for others.
The moment you see
that chains, even made of gold,
still weigh the soul.
You want to be free?
Then let them be.
Let them speak, fall, rise,
change their names,
burn their maps.
Every time you unclench a hand,
the world breathes easier.
That’s when freedom begins —
not when you take it,
but when you stop keeping it
from anyone else.
Nov 13, 2025
Nov 13, 2025 at 4:26 AM UTC
What if I got to Heaven’s doors—
unhinged; the hinges crying
_screee—eeech_ as an angel played
the interludes to my history.
Unhindered now by resentment’s rust,
but knowing I’d used my last chance
to be repentant.
_…knock, knock, knock._
The sound echoed into nothing.
Silence— so loud it bruised the air.
And then, from within the echo,
a voice: “My child… I never met you.”
A so-called to a so-called faith,
feeding on my reflection— my pride,
my lust, my greed, the same mirror of ******
the sin of loving my own image more than God.
_…creak._
The door opened slightly.
No angels. No light.
Only a mirror— cold, cracked, staring back.
And there He asked, not in thunder, but
in stillness: “would you let this person in?”
The mirror quivered.
My breath fogged its truth. And I, trembling
between Heaven and self, whispered back—
“would you let yourself in?”
Oct 26, 2025
Oct 26, 2025 at 4:44 PM UTC
A mere click of a button and you’re jumping for joy
A long way we have travelled from pure chaste intentions but how outdated we still are
Faded memories are what we once called the best of days
Now the faster the earth orbits, the feeble our minds are now becoming
What do we do?
May 24, 2025
May 24, 2025 at 6:02 PM UTC
I'm living, loving like it is
first time happened in my life long ago.
Cheers, heavens—great like I always prayed.
They come in all sorts.
Happiness comes out of my throat—
giggles, laughs, all comes in different sorts.
Love in my heart.
It is my first time to live it true.
Life feels like flying—
like it's the first time
coming from above.
Bless us sometimes.
I live loving life.
I love it every time I feel alive.
This is my time to say goodbye
for all the cry,
the things drained me.
I'm in a fresh start,
hoping for love and best wishes—
hugs for me.
I want to finally live free.
See me come, go,
like I'm a float boat—
happy like insane.
Heavens blessed me.
Life do really care.
Apr 10, 2025
Apr 10, 2025 at 11:20 PM UTC
I need you to help me
answer the questions.
I need you to help me
take off my masks.
I need to see
the roles I am playing.
I need to hear
the lies I’ve been believing.
I need to feel
what I’ve been avoiding.
I need you to help me
become
who I am meant to be.
Please,
tell me the story
I’ve been telling myself.
Please,
my higher self,
show me where
I am hurting myself.
Show me where
I am neglecting myself.
Please,
my higher self,
speak to me.
Tell me with love.
Tell me with kindness.
Mar 26, 2025
Mar 26, 2025 at 4:38 AM UTC
The veil is ascending from the vast expanse of eternity,
A veil once thick, now parting with quiet might.
Whispers of truths from the eternal Tablet,
Revealing the sacred knowledge, where all journeys began.
In the silence of stars, where the heart learns to soar,
The Light of the One guides from shore to shore.
From the depths of the unseen, where mercy does flow,
The secrets of the Lord in gentle winds blow.
Beyond the horizons, where the soul is reborn,
The call of the muezzin, to the soul’s adorn.
The veil of illusion, once dark, now refrains,
Revealing the path where the faithful remain.
O’ soul, awaken, to the whisper of prayer,
For the realm of the Divine is waiting there.
The curtain is rising, revealing His grace,
In the infinite’s presence, we find our place.
Mar 17, 2025
Mar 17, 2025 at 1:03 PM UTC
In the garden of eternity, before time’s bloom,
We stood as whispers, in the Maker’s room.
The world unformed, yet the truth aglow—
Our souls, like stars, in His presence bow.
"Am I not your Lord?"—a question profound,
Echoed through the silence, a cosmic sound.
From the depths of being, we rose to declare,
"Yes, O’ Lord, we know, Your light is everywhere!"
Not of flesh, nor bone, were we then made,
Yet in His presence, our spirits laid—
A pact eternal, in that sacred space,
Our hearts forever bound to His grace.
The veils of matter had not yet fallen,
No night, no dawn, no stars yet callin’,
Yet in that moment, pure and bright,
We knew the truth, beyond all sight.
O’son of Adam, heed this call:
In the dust of time, we forget it all.
But deep within, the seed remains—
The covenant that never wanes.
The world will tempt, and hearts may stray,
But remember, O’ seeker, that ancient day—
When Alast’s light shone through the soul,
And we, in awe, were made whole.
The soul that forgets is lost in the mire,
But the heart that remembers burns with fire.
The covenant still calls, in silence profound—
In the rhythm of life, it echoes its sound.
Rise, O’ seeker, from your sleep,
Awake to the truth, from the heavens deep.
In the silence of Alast, find your call—
For He, your Lord, is the Source of all.
Mar 16, 2025
Mar 16, 2025 at 4:13 PM UTC
The heavens tremble, in love’s gentle glow,
As the heart’s forgotten space begins to grow.
No words are needed, nor brush to impart,
For love lives in the deepest part of the heart.
So drink of its essence, let it rise and soar,
In every breath, in every pore.
For when love is known, the soul finds its rest,
In its tender hold, we are truly blest.
Mar 12, 2025
Mar 12, 2025 at 6:25 PM 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
Who am I?
How am I?
What am I doing here?
I am not my thoughts,
I am not my feelings,
I am not my mind.
I am a free soul,
I am a poet,
with a sharpened quill,
I am your mirror,
I am your wake-up call.
I write poetry,
stirring your soul,
confronting you with life,
waking you up from sleep.
I am calm,
I am joy,
I am peace,
I am love,
the food that nourishes the soul.
I enter carefully,
I step in slowly,
through the dark corridors,
where you never dared to go.
I do not come to destroy,
I do not come to harm,
rather,
I come to heal.
Let us listen to the silence,
quiet our minds,
and let our hearts speak.
Mar 7, 2025
Mar 7, 2025 at 1:36 PM UTC
The atoms bow, the particles dance,
As thou, the source, dost guide them into trance.
For in thy love, all things both rise and fall,
Thou art the unity that binds us all.
In thee, the laws of nature bend and break,
For thou art both the many and the great.
Each quark, each wave, a pulse of thy divine,
Eternal, boundless, through the cosmic line.
Thy will, the force that spins the heavens wide,
The silent song that calls the soul to glide.
In thee, the vast and infinite converge,
And all that is, and ever was, doth merge.
Mar 7, 2025
Mar 7, 2025 at 12:04 AM UTC
So many times,
life denied me
what I longed for,
what I hoped for,
what I thought was mine.
Sadness,
uncertainty,
wrapped around me.
Why others?
Why not me?
Time and again,
I thought I understood:
It wasn’t mine,
I didn’t deserve it.
But today,
under the sun,
I ask myself:
Why not?
I am worthy.
I know how to love,
I strive every day.
I respect,
I believe,
I share,
I give.
And those who know how to give,
also know how to receive.
I deserve everything in my life.
I deserve freedom.
I deserve health.
I deserve peace.
I deserve prosperity.
I deserve love.
I deserve happiness.
What are you denying yourself?
Mar 4, 2025
Mar 4, 2025 at 7:27 PM UTC
Beyond the stars, beyond the sky,
Where galaxies in silence lie,
Beyond the Solar System's glow,
Where endless constellations flow.
A Light transcends the cosmic sea,
A flame from realms of mystery.
In niche so deep, unseen, untold,
A lamp does glow with light of gold.
Encased within a glass so pure,
Its brilliance ever to endure.
A star, a pearly, trembling gleam,
A light that whispers, dreams that beam.
Not born of east nor west's embrace,
Yet shines within a boundless space.
Beyond the galaxies that spin,
Beyond the Universe’s skin.
Beyond all creation, time and place,
A light that fills the endless space.
The source of all that ever was,
A truth beyond all earthly laws.
From olive tree, so blessed and bright,
The oil ignites the endless night.
Untouched by flame, it flickers true,
A glowing fire, yet always new.
Light upon light, a sacred dance,
In endless glow, no time, no chance,
For in His light, the worlds align,
Eternal, vast, divine, divine.
A truth beyond all mortal reach,
A radiance bright, no words can teach,
His light, His love, beyond the skies,
Is where the soul in union flies.
Beyond the bounds of time and space,
Beyond all realms, beyond all grace,
A flame eternal, burning bright,
A luminous force that guides the night.
God's light is in Surah An-Nur (24:35):
"Allah is the Light of the heavens and the earth. The example of His light is like a niche within which is a lamp, the lamp inside of glass, the glass as if it were a pearly white star, lit from [the oil of] a blessed olive tree, neither of the east nor of the west, whose oil would almost glow even if untouched by fire. Light upon light. Allah guides to His light whom He wills. And Allah presents examples for the people, and Allah is All-Knowing of everything." (24:35)
Mar 2, 2025
Mar 2, 2025 at 10:45 AM UTC
O’ Supreme One, Whose grandeur fills the skies,
In the infinite radiance of Thy light, my spirit flies.
From Thy boundless Ocean, I was born a spark,
A fleeting breath cast in the vast, eternal dark.
Fill me, O’ Beloved, with the purity of Thy grace,
That my heart may reflect the brightness of Thy face.
Let the essence of Thy love flood my soul’s deep well,
And in Thy presence, all earthly trials quell.
Thou, the eternal Flame, within me ignite,
Transform my being with Thy sacred light.
This world, but a shadow, a fleeting mirage,
In Thy radiance, I find my soul’s true charge.
Thou, the Beloved, the longing of my heart,
In Thy embrace, I am whole, I depart.
I, a wanderer of dust, have lost my way,
Remake me, O’ Master, and guide my stray.
Let me bow before Thy throne, pure and true,
And in Thy grace, my soul is made new.
Bless me with the dawn of a holy light,
That I may walk in Thy truth, day and night.
Guide me, for I am lost in the endless sea,
Yet in Thy glow, I am found, I am free.
O’ Radiant One, through Thy endless beam,
Let me rise anew and live in Thy dream.
Mar 2, 2025
Mar 2, 2025 at 12:56 AM UTC
What a spark, what a flame, when these eyes first saw,
The dance of light, the world without flaw?
When these hands, born of clay and dust,
Poured forth warmth, a gift, a divine trust?
When the tongue, a prisoner of silence so deep,
Broke free with a word, a promise to keep?
What sweetness filled these humble ears,
When the first sound stirred the heart’s silent fears?
When this tiny heart, so full of desire,
Met belief like a spark to an unlit fire?
When the lips of this child, kissed by the dawn,
Smiled at the world, and all sorrow was gone?
When the body, this vessel of earthly woe,
Was styled by love’s hand, a graceful glow?
What a moment, what a scene, O’ Jamil, I ask,
Could such be the work of a gene—or love’s mask?
Dec 12, 2024
Dec 12, 2024 at 2:06 PM UTC
Peering down from a terrestial heap,
contemplating the debate at the seams,
exposing dim lights and the ones asleep.
I sat awake, in solitude, lost like a sheep.
Per(re?)ceiving all the secrets in ones dreams;
beneath the veil, and the ones that we keep.
What the bars in ones mind are made of are cheap:
confining and containing what one can gleam
from the empty gaps and the mental leaps.
I hope those objects and night-lights help you sleep;
Plato's shadowy projections move with moonbeams,
the brimful moon ebbing causes the shadows to creep.
The farside is bare, in twilight;
the mind becomes a maverick:
turning fireflies to winking sprights.
Can you regard all that I see
when you dream with eyes-closed?
And In your dream do people speak in poem or prose?
Are you transmitting dimensions of three
or are you given your dreams?
Do you wonder who contains those moments
and where they are received?
If heaven is dreaming nigh
I wonder what we would be
If God sent a message
what might be the presage;
And what might be the conveyance?
When you're dreaming Angels touch the ground,
revealing all that is bound.
~dancing with the beyond~
And (angels) evaporate in the dawn, or atleast seeming..
Let your eyes unlock~
Quick! The Gates are sealing
Run to recapture all that they've been stealing:
From all those who wish to lower your cieling.
---
A gypsy is whistling who's been up all night.
The dreams of many slip into hidden spaces:
Closets and under the bed; spirits dissipate.
As morning's light eminates
What do you see?
Mar 9, 2024
Mar 9, 2024 at 7:02 PM UTC
I used to be a different man, bent and mad,
Until a spiritual awakening, rude enough to shake a man,
Forced my hand to take the driver's seat,
To tackle my reality.
Full force is what it takes to move snakes from the grass,
Every path you tread should never be the last.
Know that even when it snows or slows,
It shows you weren't putting on a show,
Because you made it past every single one of your episodes.
I had to cut her loose, even though her caboose could move a moose,
My knuckles are bruised from doing too much Bruce Lee to Richard.
***** you surprised?
You think if I knew I could rap like this,
I'd keep the disguise.
I euthanized the part of me that used to think
Part of me was incomplete,
Now I'm into pottery and quietly winning the lottery.
Pardon me, the oceans parted for me long ago.
If there's anything that you know that I don't, would you rehearse it?
Sometimes I feel that I've been cursed
With enough knowledge to have been bathed in the Lazarus Pit eternally.
I yearn for thee to come forth,
He who believes could spit better.
Ever since I learned to read, I had to see what they didn't want me to see.
It's deceit really to have been withheld from intimacy.
I mastered the art of plastering smiles through the anguish.
I'm an insane human who's come to disrupt the English language.
I'm fascinated by plains, dames, fractals, diamonds, societal changes, and women.
I grew up listening to mad rappers and what churches called sinning,
But I knew what was meant for me from the very beginning.
Jan 12, 2024
Jan 12, 2024 at 9:37 PM UTC
You come to me in hunger
preying on my flesh.
I nuzzle your weary feathers
Now they feel robust again
And fly you high to the sky.
I am not your food dear.
Feb 4, 2020
Feb 4, 2020 at 5:52 PM UTC
You're the divine Rock
The gem of my life
You read my soul like an open book
Filled my emptiness with your divine love
You're my oracle spirit
Enlightened my mind and woke me from the spell
You're my dominion
You took over my whole life
Brought down my fortress
Broke down every bonds
Nourished my soul
Fed my heart
I'm now awakened, the old me is gone
My eyes are wide open
I can see the perfect illusion
© Sonia Ettyang
Oct 12, 2018
Oct 12, 2018 at 4:56 AM UTC
My Native American grandmother I hear you today
I see you in everything
The grass, the trees... the flowers, the sky the clouds
I feel you in everything that I do
In every word that I say
in all things that are meaningful
I trust you completely
I understand what you are trying to teach me
I see you in the river barefoot, catching fish and throwing them on the River Bank
No wanting for what you did not need
Never a complaint
Always kind, thoughtful and wise
With a true understanding and appreciation for all mankind
You would never judge another nor take anything for granted.
I finally feel the sun on my skin
And the breeze on my face
I feel strong and clear
a sharpness I have never known
For I have grown and I'm becoming aware of my spirit.
Thank you for the gift of life
for in me you live on
Thank you for connecting me to the great spirit Apistotoke...
and for an ability to try and share with others what has been shared with me.
May 28, 2016
May 28, 2016 at 8:32 PM UTC
What do you think we know
What do you think we see
Have you ever questioned life
And wonder what it could be
Have you study the number seven
And its significant means
What really are the heavens
Are they really what we read
What do you think you know
What do you think you see
Would you call me crazy
For not believing in duality
Is common sense so common
Are you the batman or the robin
Is it all a state of mind
Do you know the truth behind death or time
Have you ever been a witness
Or an abductee
Do you believe
Or are you that naive
I don't have to say it twice
The world is not what it seems
But the corruption is real
Control, *** and greed
Until we realize we are more
Then a nine to five
It is then when
We are truly alive
But for now the artificial and corruption
Are destroying our true nature and keeping us down
While creating the most powerful evil of all
An ego-driven clown.
Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 8:38 PM UTC