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MY poetry is written with an intuitive passion for rhythm, action and flow.The content is mostly congruent, meaningful, thought provoking & of interest.

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The Brushstroke 

by Liam

There is an artist,

Not apart from you, but pulsing in your very breath.

There was an artist,

Creating long before the cry of your first light.

There shall always be an artist,

Alive in the quiet flame of your becoming.

You are the brushstroke of the Eternal,

Painting the canvas of each day with your presence.

Each morning you waken the dawn,

Summoning gold from the hush of shadow.

From the invisible, you call forth wonder,

Shaping creation from the silence of soul.

A star has kindled deep within your being,

Its radiance not seen by the Sun,

But known in the marrow of your being.

It outshines the wild surge of the sea,

Moves beyond the mighty pulse of the surf.

Let this fire infuse your moment,

Let your hands create with sensations of longing,

Until the world feels the love of your light.

Becoming the art you were born to reveal.

Becoming the blessing you already are.

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Climb

by Liam

When your soul searches for answers,

Go deep—scale the vast immensity, climb!

The cliffs, the cracks, the sacred crevices

Of your own magnificence.

Embrace it all—fully, without fear,

For your thirst will only be quenched 

From the fountainhead of self.

“Where?” the traveler whispered.

“Here,” the echo replied,

“Where insight meets recognition.”

This knowing lives within you—always has.

Let greatness be your mountain.

We all must climb with humble steps,

Toward the truth:

For you are, and always have been, whole.

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the Soul

by Liam

Remember my beloved,

not as an act of memory 

but as an insight~

a soft turning toward

the beginning of your beginning still breathes.

For within the archives of your memory

there waits a threshold,

a gate not made by hands

Yet which opens by the ache of love.

You stood there once~

before your naming, before the remembrance 

and the insight that met you then

And has never ceased to seek you since.

Here,

you will not become more,

nor less~

but completely and wholly

what you have always been:

a flame within the great fire,

a note in the eternal sound,

a soul returning to source.

In this sanctuary,

at the very center of your heart,

there is a joy beyond song,

not even happiness, but belonging;

not escape, but homecoming.

To become everything

is to become nothing~

and in this disappearance 

you again become one.

Not as before,

but as forever.

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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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