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The Inner Journey

The craft ascends, a soul's lone flight, No charted stars, but inner light. A pilgrim's path, a winding thread, Where self's the pilot, wisdom's spread. No map unfolds, no voice to guide, Just mirrored depths, where truths reside. The daily shards, a fractured gleam, I gather close, a waking dream. No other hand can weave the whole, This tapestry of heart and soul. The charge is mine, the sacred trust, A self to tend, from earthly dust. Each moment's turn, a subtle sway, The myriad choices of the day. I steer the course, through shadowed hours, The eyes that see, the strength that powers. The ears that hear, the mind that weighs, The choice-maker, through life's maze. God's gift bestowed, a spirit free, My life's design, entrusted to me.

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Digital Echoes

We are the scree lit souls, We are the algorithm-fed, Leaning together, head-down, Our whispers, keyboard taps. Stuffed with fleeting likes, Our hearts, a hollow scroll.

Dry feeds, dry feeds, Without shape, without shade, Emotionless, force-fed, Those who have scrolled Crossed in the dim light of servers.

A penny for the follower, A click for the fleeting fame. We gather on the timeline, Avoiding the gaze, the real. Our voices, filtered and thin, A chorus of curated lies.

This is the land of the blue light, This is the land of the endless stream. Here the stone emoji rises, Here we plead for validation, Here the dead meme flickers.

Eyes we dare not meet in mirrors, Faces we dare not show in truth. The shadow falls Between the filtered self And the empty room. For thine is the platform; For thine is the algorithm; For thine is the fleeting dopamine hit;  Forever and ever.

Here we go round the trending topic, The trending topic, the trending topic,  Here we go round the trending topic, At five A.M.

This is the way the self dies, This is the way the self dies, This is the way the self dies, Not with a soul, but with a ping.

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The heart guides us by the rhythm of the beat, the trial is quieting the mind enough to hear it. - InkNeverDies

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In Sunlit Gradient Rays

In sacred dance, with divine grace, I work with God, His heart in mine, To heal the wounds, the broken ties, And raise a symphony of souls that inspire.

Through grace divine, the power flows, Transforming hearts, where kindness radiates in hope. Each gentle touch that soothes the soul, each healing word,  A testament to love, by a higher power conferred.

Humbly I pray, I seek His guide, To be His vessel, side by side. To work with Him, His purpose a beacon clear  And witness change, dispelling fear.

For in His strength, my weakness fades, Replaced by hope, in sunlit gradient rays. With every soul that discovers freedom's grace His love shines forth, and brings a peaceful space.

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The Seed in Souls

I wonder if she ponders on the little things I still do, Like watering down my juice, so it lasts longer— A way to stretch sweetness, Like the way I wanted to stretch our energy together.

I wonder if she knows I drink unsweet tea now, A taste that's simple, yet familiar to the tongue, It reminds me of her smile— A taste of something I can’t quite forget.

I wonder if she knows I take my time to cut the vegetables finely, The spices and herbs—meditation in the blade she would remind me. A little care goes a long way, Like the way we tried to savor each moment, To find love in the smallest of things.

I wonder if she ever puts chips on her sandwich, The way I used to—she liked her flavors separate. But somehow, it felt right— All the perfect little things we did together.

Soft whispers in the air, like a song that never fades— If somewhere in her heart, she hums “Together We Will Live Forever,” A melody of a love that time did bless, A golden thread woven through all we did, A connection that stretches far beyond emptiness.

I wonder if she remembers me In all the little things I left behind— In the songs, the poems, the tea, and the white bread, In the quiet ways I loved her, and the words I wish I had said.

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Seeds of Solace

Words rise like breath, unseen, untold, A gentle wave, a story old. Through air they dance, on currents fly, To mend the soul, beneath the sky.

In silent cells, a voice takes hold, A warmth unfolds, a strength untold. With open heart, and spirit free, I welcome peace, eternally.

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The Glitch In the Cut

The code once hummed, a seamless, bright facade, A steak upon the plate, a life that I applauded. The sizzle, scent, the promise, rich and deep, A comfort in the lie, a slumber I would keep.

But then, a flicker, shadow in the screen, A glimpse of wires, where vibrant hues had been. The steak, it lost its flavor, turned to grey, A hollow, plastic prop, in stark, revealing day.

The others chew, their faces flushed and bright, They praise the marbled fat, the incandescent light. They chase the gilded dreams, the cars, the climbing high, The currency of worth, beneath a painted sky.

I watch them, from the edge, a stranger in the crowd, The hunger's gone, the appetite unbowed. They offer me a fork, "Just taste," they softly plead, "The warmth, the satisfaction, plant the vital seed."

But knowing now the source, the fabricated bliss, The phantom taste, the counterfeit caress, How can I bite, and swallow down the lie, And feign the joy, beneath a programmed sky?

The steak remains untouched, a symbol of the rift, Between the truth I know, and what they've been gifted. To re-engage, to join the feeding line, Requires a blindness, I cannot redefine.

They call it "normal," this illusion they embrace, A comfortable delusion, in this constructed space. And I, a glitching code, a fragment set apart, Must find a truer hunger, deep within my heart.

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The Inverse Light

In shadowed corners, where the whispers breed, A twisted truth, a dark and hungry creed for love. You are the thorn, the ever-present sting, like sunburn, I need you like god needs the devil's wing—a constant, haunting thing.

A holy war, a constant, burning fight, Where darkness dances with a fragile light. We're bound by chains, a paradox untold, A fractured mirror, stories yet unfold. I need you like god needs the devil, forever sold

A sacred struggle, etched in every scar, A cosmic balance, reaching near and far. Without your shadow, where would brilliance gleam? A hollow heaven, an unfinished dream. I need you like god needs the devil, it would seem.

This desperate craving, a forbidden grace, A twisted longing, mirrored in your face. I need your chaos, your destructive art, To tear apart the pieces of my heart—a silhouette, a hidden part. I need you like god needs the devil, universal art.

So dance with me, in this infernal game, Where love and shadow whisper your name. For in this tension, where the forces bind, I find a purpose, nowhere else to hide. I need you like god needs the devil, deep inside.

Inspired from: Jonah kagen God Needs The Devil

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Blooming Lotus

A shadow falls, a whispered dread, a chilling breeze that stirs the soul, The heart, a drum, a mournful beat, where hidden anxieties take their toll. Desire's grip, a thorny thread, that weaves through moments, dark and bright, Where fleeting joys and sorrows meet, and whispers fade into the night.

Dukkha whispers, truth so stark, a constant undercurrent, ever near, A restless tide, a constant ache, that pulls us down with doubt and fear. The clinging mind, a shadowed arc, that seeks for solace, yet finds none, A promised peace, we can't partake, until the ego of self is done.

A friend's warm hand, a gentle gaze, a fragile bloom in barren land, it's true, Yet even love, in hazy maze, can shift and change, in shades of blue. A whispered promise, softly made, a bond of trust, a shared embrace, May turn to dust, or shifting sand, leaving an empty, hollow space.

Samudaya's root, the craving's sting, the thirst for things that slip away, The yearning deep, the songs we sing, that bind us to a fading day. Attachment's chains, they hold us fast, to fleeting pleasures, false and vain, The echoes of a broken past, that whisper tales of endless pain.

The path unfolds, a winding trail, where kindness blooms, and wisdom grows so slow, To let the grasping spirit fail, and learn the truths the Buddha's teachings show. To find release from endless strife, and see the world with clearer sight, And find the peace the Buddha knows, a gentle dawn, a tranquil light.

Nirodha's promise, let it rise, a quiet strength, a gentle art, The end of pain, in swollen eyes, a peaceful stillness in the heart. With open heart and brightened eyes, we see the transient, fleeting scene, We find a tranquil, sacred space, where true serenity is seen.

The eightfold path, a steady guide, through storms of grief, and joy's bright gleam, To walk with truth, and cast aside, the fleeting shadows of a dream. To cultivate a mindful way, and find compassion's gentle hand, To break the cycle, day by day, and reach a peaceful, promised land.

Magga's journey, step by step, the mindful breath, the loving deed, To break the cycle, softly kept, and plant compassion's healing seed. To find the wisdom, deep inside, and let compassion be our guide, To live with purpose, transcendence wide, where true enlightenment resides.

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Whispers of the Infinite

The wind hums soft, a sacred tune, a voice that dances in the trees, The sun spills gold on waking fields, the moonlight drapes the moving seas.

A presence vast yet close within, unseen but felt in all we know, A love that breathes through every dawn, and whispers peace through ebb and flow.

No walls divide, no gates to guard, no chosen few, no souls apart, Just open arms of boundless grace, embracing all with sacred art.

The rivers carve their ancient path, the ocean sings a timeless song, The stars still burn in endless space, reminding us where we belong.

Not high above nor far beyond, but beating in the heart of all, Not locked away in books or walls, but woven in the rise and fall.

So laugh with joy and weep with love, and walk with wonder, open-eyed, For every step is held in light, no moment lost, no soul denied.

For whether God, or Light, or Sky, or Universe so vast and free, The truth remains—through all of time, unconditional love is life's eternity.

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At a certain point in life I stopped running from myself Learning to embrace the darkness Perfection does not equal happiness The path to our purpose in life Was never meant to be easy 

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Lost In The Forest

I walk the path through the forest, once with company, Now more often alone, with cicadas humming for a mate. The irony: left to wander, without a group to escape myself.

For years, I followed the trail, often straying from the way, As if getting lost held more meaning than being found. Now I walk in rhythm with the forest, where growth expands.

This trail begins to look familiar; loneliness, a faithful friend. I see now—I forged this path on a journey long past. So, as others pass by, I no longer cling to fleeting company.

Each step I take feels lighter now, as my roots grasp the earth below. The trees and weeds speak truths I once ignored, their knowledge in the swaying wind. Even the shadows seem gentler now; darkness is soothing, cradling secrets we keep.

I wonder if the forest mourns for me, or feels joy for me. Seeking no shortcuts, once afraid of myself, But here I walk with the pulse of the woods, letting time dissolve my fear.

One day I though I may leave this path, my heart at peace at last. Not with longing for a destination, but with gratitude for the trail. The forest knows: the journey is the home we often fail to hail.

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“The harder they hit us, the louder we become. Kind of like the skin on a drum”

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The End and Beginning

One day the moon will cleanse my heart, Its energy changing tides, Pulling tears from my tired eyes Pain, a cruel gift that proves I’m alive.

The sun will inevitably explode or fall apart, The end of the earth, the death of a star. Even brilliance and beauty runs out of time, So why should my light be any sublime?

In the universe, I fill a void, A fragment of infinite space. And perhaps the sun, in its dying glow or explosion, Will understand what it means to feel like this unspoken emotion