Monthly Archives: March 2025

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The Art of Becoming

By Liam

They say I am growing old, that time is stripping me of who I once was, leaving behind only regret and solitude.

But no, what they mistake for age is something else entirely. I am not fading; I am maturing.

I have ceased to be the shape into which others wished to mold me.

I no longer hunger for approval, no longer lean into mirrors that distort rather than reveal. 

Instead, I have turned inward, where quietude inspires truth.

I am not withdrawing,

I  am choosing. 

Choosing where my soul feels at home, with whom my spirit truly sings. 

Let’s uplift rather than constrain, 

Let’s create thoughts which nourish rather than consume.

Not from indignation, but in reverence for my own well-being.

I have traded restless nights for wakeful learning, exchanged borrowed stories for those now woven with my own hands. 

No longer hidden beneath the disguises of expectation, 

I carry not masks but books, each page a window, each word a light.

No, I am not growing old. I am unfolding.

There is a fresh pulse in my soul, a child’s wonder still alive in my heart. 

The cocoon I once clung to is breaking open, and what emerges will soar to places untouched by those bound only to the weight of this world.

I smile now with the ease of one who knows that simplicity is sacred. 

I walk more slowly, not from weariness but from a desire to see what others rush past. 

I hold silence, not because I lack words, but because not all words are meant to be spoken.

No, I am not growing old. 

I am beginning, at last, to become alive.

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The Silence of Everything 

By Liam

Before I found silence,

Before stillness wove its perfume through the window,

Before quietude shaped the pulse where listening awakens,

Noise swirled its ceaseless tide,

Filling the day, pressing heavy upon my ear,

Yet missing the music that longed to be heard.

There is a silence beneath all the noise,

A whisper within the rush of words,

A presence, patient and rich,

Waiting to soften the hard edges of this world.

Let this pour gold into your listening,

Hush, let this become the threshold of wonder,

Let quietness open a door to your deeper song.

And now, at this feast of light,

Where silence graces bread and goblet,

We bless the joy of this beautiful new day,

Grateful to finally hear what was always there.

For silence is not the absence of sound,

But the presence of everything we failed to notice,

Yet we’re searching to understand.

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Finding my Humanity 

By Liam

To be human is to carry both light and shadow,

to walk the trembling bridge between longing for and belonging to,

to listen to the hush of the soul’s sensitive river

as it constantly calls you home to yourself.

You are not here by accident.

You were dreamt into being

by a love ancient and unbroken,

a whisper woven into the great silence of the universe

before the first dawn unfolded.

Within you, is the ache of wonder,

Is the tender sorrow of passing time,

Is the pulse of joy rising unexpected

like birdsong after spring rain.

Do not rush this becoming.

Let the unseen hands of grace shape you,

let your losses soften into wisdom,

let love carve its name upon your days and nights.

For to be human is to be broken and to heal,

to stumble and to rise,

to search for meaning in these quiet hours

and find, in the end,

that you were held all along

By Love.

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When I Wait

by Liam

When I wait

The dawn will turn to day,

Suspicion will go away,

You will be here to stay.

When I wait

The rose will share its scent,

The snow will begin to melt,

You will feel what I have felt.

When I wait

Your moments, will pass,

So too our memories of the past,

You will lose your mask.

When I wait

The sails will fill the sea,

All time will go still in me,

You will feel truth and see.

When I wait

Your silence will awake,

Your soul will in you shake,

Your love will in me take.

When I wait

The night, too, turns to light,

Our hearts for to unite.

Become stars burning bright.

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