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The Beginning

by Liam

To the music!

Dance, spin, and fly~

not to escape the world,

but to discover it again,

more whole.

It’s in the music

we first open our awareness.

We are shaped, at first,

by its breath.

And here,

in this still moment,

we remember:

we are not only flesh,

but more~

Specifically like music.

In the release from the body,

we are caught by something greater:

the ringing of the cosmos,

a choir of light

moving through the air.

The energy of the spheres,

older than time,

whispers us upward,

lifts us~

like wind whirling

across open fields,

like breath streaming

through a vibrating flute.

In the blur of movement,

I dissolve.

And in that vibration ,

I find what endures~

not an answer,

but a harmony:

a quiet belonging

to all this life.

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Her Light

Liam

She moves through her day

like a hush between

the catechism and confession.

Quiet, unassuming, introverted,

yet charged with a grace

that makes dust motes

seem like angels in the light

each dancing to be noticed.

Her presence, too, always gathers vibrancy,

as if she creates

sparks of lightning with her gaze.

People often ask where she comes from.

Strange—

as if the sacred has to carry

an identity document.

True:

she shines like a diamond

at a garage sale—brilliantly,

but gets mistaken for costume jewelry,

and sold to someone

who became nothing more than a paperweight.

Yet even then,

she did not dim.

For the heavenly never complains

about being misnamed

or being mistreated.

She simply waits,

waits to be recognized—

like eternity

wearing time as the disguise.

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Words in Spring

by Liam

In springtime, my words too will blossom

not perfectly in a slick dialogue,

but in the humble whisper

of something just born.

Long dormant beneath the syllables of silence,

nestled in the earth of what I did not yet know how to express.

Yes, the spring comes quickly.

Light illuminates the soil of the spirit,

and what once was buried

germinates with understanding.

These words are not summoned, but consciously arrive

as petals burst open toward a seeking sun,

drinking from the mystery that makes all things grow.

This harvest is not to explain,

but to reveal.

Not to answer,

but to bless.

May words find you too,

the way wildflowers find cracks on the pilgrim’s path,

unexpected, tender, and beautiful.

Not forged in certainty, but in wonder,

lingering like dew along the edge of your morning sojourn.

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The Altar of Now

by Liam

Let this day not pass

as a mere rhythm of tasks,

but as the quiet thrum

of my inner joy.

Let your words be shaped

by the hush of gratitude,

spoken not to fill the air

but to consecrate it.

This my moment is not

subservient to past or future.

It is the altar of now,

where life enacts with you too.

So greet each cloud

as if it carries a message.

Stretch your arms wide to the fields

they remember where you belong.

Fly with the starlings,

which have never forgotten to sing.

Kneel often,

for each breath we take

is a borrowed grace.

Be authentic to your becoming.

Reveal your love

not as a performance,

but as the soul’s spoken tongue,

singing sweet lullabies to your awakening.

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The Orchard of Us

by Liam

Walking the orchard I search with my eyes

My heart, a float with the butterflies

Searching to find that sacred spot behold

Between the blossoms, the petals your face unfolds

Inhaling fresh, 

Springs perfumed grace

You are balanced, on a blossoms face.

Whispers of laughter drift on the breeze,

Dancing like sunlight through emerald leaves.

Your face amongst petals, my dreams in the skies,

We weave our vows where eternity lies.

Under the bough where our promise grows,

Your soul is the river, my soul is the flow

Today in your left and tomorrow in your right

One seed for my lover

One fruit for my life.

A garden God grants

Who plants this Life.

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Pain

“Spoken by the quiet voice of the heart”

by Liam

When pain comes,

not as an intruder,

but as an old companion

with no name,

welcome it.

Let it sit beside you

in the soft chair of morning.

Do not ask it to explain itself.

It speaks in the language of silence,

and it knows

the hidden geography of your body.

Pain does not arrive to punish,

but to open

what was closed,

to break

what no longer serves,

to draw you

closer to that center

you had forgotten.

It peels away your armor,

not to leave you bare,

but to clothe you

in truth.

It turns your gaze inward,

where the light

waits patiently

under the ruins.

Trust these strange hands,

they do not break you,

they reshape us.

And in time,

when the ache becomes a rhythm

the rhythm turns to rhyme

you no longer fear,

you will find

beneath the wound

a wellspring,

a deeper kindness,

a fierce gratitude.

Until then,

breathe gently.

Speak your sadness to the sky.

Let the pain be part of your prayer.

For pain, too,

is a teacher,

and even in darkness,

it plants

the seeds of a new day dawning.

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The Thrum

by Liam

Just dream away, my beloved.

Let your mind’s wheel roll.

You have carried enough of thinking

those thoughts

that only shadow

the tender light of now.

Come closer to me.

Let the hush gather us in.

Ideas are too small

for the truth we share,

a truth that lives

in the excitement before a kiss,

in the glance that says 

“I see you”,

without a spoken word.

Beyond the riding moon,

I feel you, hear your joy, your singing voice,

a constellation shining into laughter.

You juggle dreams like yesterdays prayers,

offering them to the night

with hands that have known both silence and song.

And I

I am here,

dizzy in this profound stillness,

where even my breath feels sacred.

We move not with steps,

but with the soft thrum

of hearts entwined,

your rhythm beating

its gentle message o

against the door of my chest.

This is no dream.

This is the real deal,

Where we flow,

Where we glow,

And where all that remains is the thrum of it all.

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You & Me

by Liam

At the very edge of this world,

where stars lean close and listen,

where the ocean keeps the memory

of all that has passed before 

I found you

or perhaps,

you found me.

In that quietude beyond thinking 

I asked,

“Who are you?”

And you,

woven of wind and wonder,

answered,

“I am the design of this all.”

Those words rang

like truth spoken in a language

older than breath.

So I asked again,

from the deep aching of my being:

“And who am I?”

Your smile broke like dawn

over the stones of the earth.

You answered,

“The desire, you are the desire of this Design.”

Then something within me,

a gate,

a flame,

a name 

opened wide.

I laughed,

wild and full,

and leapt

into the great unknowing.

That void became a cradle,

the stars a choir,

the dark a dance.

And I moved,

weightless and whole,

as the cosmos remembered itself and me.

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What are 5 everyday things that bring you happiness?

Five Simple Joys of a Grandfather’s Day

The laughter of little feet on the floor, A giggle, a shout, then silence—then more. In those bright eyes, I see my youth, And in their hugs, life’s deepest truth. The morning light through curtain lace, A steaming mug, a slower pace. The world begins without a race— Just peace and time, my sacred space. Old stories worn like favorite shoes, Told again, with tender truths. A boy becomes a man once more, In tales that still my heart restore. The garden’s bloom, the bird in flight, The tools I use feel just right. Each stroke, each seed, each wooden thread— A quiet joy where thoughts are led. The sound of love in voices grown, A family strong, a life well-sown. I watch them soar, I feel them near, My legacy alive and clear.

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The Dove’s Flight

May she lift beyond the tethered hush of a twig,

Hear the heart, remember its ancient longing,

and the sky will part on the threshold of this knowing.

Let her rise into the great breath of silence,

where the winds are woven from our forgotten dreams,

and the earth below fades away like a whisper.

No cage, no shadow, only the bright veracity of flight,

Let thy soul shed that weight of yesterday,

and step across the air into the widening light.

She becomes a song of prayer,

Of grace unseen yet ever present flight,

Her spirit drawn not by fear, but by the deep, eternal call of the heart.

May she find, in the vast embrace of sky and sea,

that freedom is not in the leaving behind,

but the becoming of all she was meant to be.

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