Monthly Archives: February 2026

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The Art of Quietness

by Liam

There is a quietness that lives

beneath the noise of things,

a silver listening woven through the spaces.

Before you sing into this fragile air

with your syllables, your song

stand still at the edge of that hush, … listen…

as you would at the rim of the surging sea.

…. be humbled

by the patience of mountains,

….. be humbled by the slow prayer of trees

rising wordless into light.

For silence is not empty

it is a basket of your presence,

a chapel where the invisible also begins to breathe.

Allow your words be drawn

from the well of kindness,

polished in the spring of thought

until they carry the shine of joy.

May each sentence you speak

be a bridge of warmth

laid gently across

another’s hidden winter.

And if your tongue cannot find

such tender brightness,

return it to the holy well

of unspoken words.

Speak softly and alone then,

when your voice can rival

the beauty,

silence has already created.

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The Art of Intention 

by Liam

Let’s open up the idea beneath each action

Uncover its means, reveal its intent.

We move, we fold, we lie,

 but why? 

because life presses upon us,

because hunger calls,

because love beckons.

Yet beneath these visible gestures,

An invisible force quickens

to life

Intent, is my hidden ember

cradled in the soul,

Glowing long before the flame.

Before the hand reaches,

before the word is spoken,

before the road is chosen,

Intent strives forward within us;

a listening,

a longing,

a subtle calling.

This yes, is deeper than fear,

remembering a horizon

Our eyes have not yet seen.

When intent is fractured,

we scatter like startled birds.

When it remains whole,

even our smallest step

rings with belonging.

So tend to your intention,

Discover it within your own depth and ask:

What future am I watering

with the light of my attention?

For the world grows

in the direction

of what we intend.

And every dawn

waits patiently

for the shape of our becoming.

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The Art of Listening

By Liam

When the world grows loud with its own undoing,

I beg, listen gently.

Listen, not to answer,

not to achieve, but to manifest.

As an echo returns to me

It carries more than the sound:

a trace of singing,

a memory of whence it came,

the warmth of you who were.l

Nothing we hear is unique.

It has moved reflecting from stone,

Across time,

through the hearts of people 

before arriving in mine.

So I pause.

I make room

I anticipate.

In that small significant moment,

something shifts

not the world all at once,

but the way I stand within it.

 And for a moment,

the future feels possible,

because I am not alone

in the listening.

But part of the process 

Of understanding who we are.

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The Fire: A Lyric

By Liam 

Beneath this fragile garment of skin

— our hidden meaning waits —

quiet,

inside the spirit.

We move through our days

gathering small pieces of light,

yet something deeper

keeps calling us

inward.

Now…

is the time

to tend to the secret fire.

Let my heart become a furnace

where sorrow transforms

and joy made pure.

Nothing given to this flame

is ever lost.

It transforms to insight,

for the journey to radiance,

no darkness can hold.

And when your days grow still,

like evening over spring water.

What remains is alchemical gold.

Clarified into its truest name:

love.

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When I’m Gone

by Liam

When I’m gone,

Out walking with angels,

Given to the day in song, in poetry and word

Into the bright beauty of this world.

To find the quiet ones, whose hearts learn

The art of listening,

Listen now, with the ears of your soul;

Let rise your spirit awake thy soul, awake,

For you too needs walk with me

Beyond these flower fields of spring,

Where the color breathes in the light

And God has already called out your name.

Come,

Let us walk, let us leave sleep, to go.

For in this place the light will gather,

Soft as dawn spreads across the hills.

No step forgotten,

No voice fallen away;

Each breath taken is a path of return,

Leading you gently back into yourself.

The wind keeps the memory of every name

Fluttering amongst the leaves.

So nothing you have loved is ever lost;

It moves with you,

Held in the wide and tender hands of eternity.

Set down your burdens upon the grass.

Let the blue sky loosen all fear.

For what we own will be here when we leave

But it’s alone in the stillness,

That you will still find who I was.

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Ask

Ask for, You shall Become !

by Liam

Ask the morning for bread,

life will place it warm in your hands,

A grateful gift of wheat and heat,

Is enough to feed you

through its conversation with the day.

Ask the night for your soul,

it will answer more quietly,

opening hidden places each unique,

each longingly learning its name.

This awakening becomes my form of prayer.

Ask, and life kneels forgivingly.

Ask life and the veil dissipates.

But let there be a deeper listening

than the hunger of the mouth

or the thirst of the heart,

a listening where the seeker

recognizes their own footsteps

echoing ahead of them into the future.

What you seek is not separate from yourself .

What you seek emerges  within you.

Understand this insight,

it’s not in words

but in a sudden sensitivity 

toward your own awareness,

as though the light you’ve followed

has been emergent within your being all along.

The bread becomes your blessing,

The soul becomes your shelter,

and the quest folds inward like a benediction,

Until we say,

I am the question.

I am also the answer.

I am the gate to be opened.