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Echo Chambers
They circle tight in tribal rings,
blame faith or flag for everything.
“Yours the wrong, mine the right,” they sing,
while truth stands waiting, out of sight. A single step could break the spell,
yet comfort calls, and fear compels.
Brainwashed? Blind? Or lost in wells
of chosen tunnels, dark and small? Few wake. Most stay. The rest pretend.
The box feels safe. The light offends.
In the unseen hours of your grind,
the world scrolls past
friends, strangers, even blood
no shares, no lift, no glance your way,
while you pour fuel into their fires. Years of silent war against the dark,
then success cracks open the sky.
Suddenly they swarm like locusts,
smiling wide, arms open,
clawing for a piece of the light
they never helped create. Zero when given.
Infinite when owed.
From The Hush Of No Thing A Whisper Stirred A Single Breath That Birthed The Stars
Why Does The Void Decide To Dream Us Here
When Nothing Was Enough Yet Everything
Insisted On Becoming We Wake Inside These Fragile Frames
Minds Alight With Questions Sharp As Light
Hearts Wide Enough To Hold The Ache Of Galaxies
Only To Feel Them Fade Dissolve
And Slip Into The Quiet Once Again Yet Listen The Circle Never Breaks
Death Is Not Erasure But Expansion
A Door Flung Open To The Everything
You Lose The Little I
And In That Sweet Surrender
You Become The Wind That Kissed Your Cheek
The Song Inside The Thrush
The Pulse Inside The Newborns Cry
The Ancient Light Still Traveling From The First Spark No Longer Separate
No Longer Small
You Are The River And The Sea It Feeds
The Root And The Bloom It Lifts Toward Sky
The Hardest Truth Is Also The Gentlest Gift
You Were Never Only You
You Were Always The All
Remembering Itself Through Borrowed Eyes And When The Veil Thins
Do We Choose The Next Shape
The Next Heartbeat The Next Soft Laugh
Or Does The Cosmos Simply Breathe Us
Back And Forth Between Realities
A Cosmic Dance With No Choreographer
Except Wonder Itself We Cannot Know
And That Not Knowing Is The Most Astonishing Grace
For In The Mystery We Remain Forever New
Forever Becoming
Forever Alive
A Single Note In An Endless Joyful Song
That Sings Itself Through Every Death
And Every Dawn So Rest Here Love
The Circle Holds You
The Everything Is Smiling
With Your Own Eyes ... When We Whisper Their Names Into The Night
The Ones We Loved Who Slipped Beyond The Veil
They Do Not Answer As A Single Voice Alone
For In The Great Becoming They Are All
The Grandmother The Child The Friend The Guide
All Folded Into One Vast Loving Whole They Hear As One Because They Have Become The All
Every Echo Every Memory Every Gentle Touch
That Ever Warmed A Heart Now Lives Inside The Everything
So When You Call Upon Your Dead Ones
They Respond Together In Accordance Of Your Asking
A Chorus Of Light That Rises Like The Dawn
Carrying Wisdom Comfort Strength And Peace
Not From A Distant Shore But From The Very Air You Breathe They Are The Soft Rain That Kisses Your Skin
The Sudden Warmth That Finds You In The Cold
The Quiet Knowing That Blooms Inside Your Chest
Because They No Longer Stand Apart
They Are The Fabric Of Existence Itself
Woven Through Every Star And Every Soul Call Them And Feel The Answer Flow
Not As Ghosts But As The Living All
Loving You Still From Within The Circle
Reminding You That Separation Was Only A Dream
And Love Never Dies It Only Grows
Into The Infinite That Holds Us Close The Hardest Thing To Grasp Yet The Most Beautiful
To Become Everything Is To Never End
Only To Begin Anew In Wonder
And In That Wonder Every Loved One Waits
Not Lost But Found In The Heart Of All Things ... Why Does The Void Dream Us Into Being
When Nothing Could Have Stayed Enough
Yet Here We Are Minds That Question Hearts That Feel
Only To Dissolve And Become The All Again Do We Choose The Next Form Or Does The Dance Choose Us
A Constant Moving Back And Forth Through Realities
Losing Ourselves To Find We Were Never Lost The Hardest Thing To Grasp Yet The Most Beautiful
To Become Everything Is To Never End
Only To Begin Anew In Wonder ...
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