Tag: existential
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Life Is About Aligning Yourself
A meditative free verse exploring the quiet art of self-alignment—learning to choose, dissolve, and belong wholly to the rhythm of life. It reflects the shift from merely being a piece of existence to becoming a true part of it. #FreeVerse #PoetryOfLife #SpiritualAwakening #InnerJourney #SelfAlignment #ExistentialPoetry #LifeReflections #SoulGrowth
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The Archaeology of Self: Excavating the Self #poetry
Who am I? The question echoes in forgotten chambers, and we dig through layers of conditioning, through the fossil remains of abandoned dreams, searching not for an answer, but for the thread that binds us to everything that is.
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What Are Your Daily Habits?
The question arrives like morning light through venetian blinds—slicing the darkness into manageable strips of inquiry. What are your daily habits? As if habit were a simple thing, as if the repetition of breathing could be catalogued like grocery lists or tax returns. I wake each day to the sound of my own heart insisting…
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What Terrible Time to the Young Preferring Thanatos than Eros
In the cathedral of screens, where light bleeds blue into the tender corners of seventeen-year-old eyes, they gather like moths to the flame of their own undoing, these children who have learned the weight of emptiness before they’ve known the gravity of love. What terrible time is this— when the pulse beneath their wrists speaks…
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Tell Me Sweet Little Lies
Tell me the coffee will be ready in five minutes / when we both know the machine is broken, / tell me the train is only running late / and not that I’ve been standing on the wrong platform / for the better part of my reasonable mind… Tell me these sweet little lies /…
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The Price of Waking
Awareness cuts like a blade. It severs comfort, exposes the cage, but grants you the one thing illusion never could— yourself.
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The Unopened Hands of a Restless Mind
Life offers its gifts in whispers, but a restless mind cannot hear. This poem explores the struggle of accepting life’s offerings, the weight of doubt, and the art of unfolding into presence.
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